In 2009, when I joined college, I met a friend who became my roommate from the first to the third year. We shared everything: eating together, sleeping together, and working together. Eventually, we fell in love and started having sex. We loved each other so much that we had sex every night. During holidays, I sometimes visited him at his home, or he would come to visit me. In 2011, during one holiday, he visited me while I was staying at my uncle’s house. My uncle had been abandoned by his entire family and was living alone, so I decided to take care of him. Unfortunately, my friend and I forgot to switch off the lights one night and began our intimate activities. My uncle saw us. The next morning, he asked me to ask the visitor to leave. After my friend left, my uncle began to harass me and told others what had happened. I felt embarrassed and ran away to our rental house near college, where I stayed until my friend returned.
In 2012, I decided to look for a job and secured a position teaching science at a school in the western province of my country, which is under the Anglican Church. I am Christian but do not like attending church. The pastor asked me why I wasn’t attending, and although I gave no reason, during that time, my uncle committed suicide due to depression from family issues. However, people interpreted his death as being caused by the shock of catching us in an intimate act, which is taboo according to our culture. My relatives were furious and wanted to kill me. I ran away and did not participate in my uncle’s funeral.
The pastor heard about the incident and fired me immediately, leaving me jobless. People started mocking me, which has seriously affected me to this day. The accusation that my uncle killed himself because of me caused everyone, including my father who threatened to kill me if we met, to hate me. Losing my job added another burden, as it was my means of survival. Because of all this, I am now a refugee with nothing. My life is miserable, and living here is not easy.
