LGBTQ?

So about two months ago I got new tenants for the big house in front (I live in the back and rent out the big house). When they first came to me they looked rushed and very desperate. Ringing my phone at all hours of the day. I turned them down in the beginning because I normally receive 3 months rent or more and they could afford only one month and said will pay me for the rest after three weeks. I am a Christian woman and I have been through tough situations before. I felt pity and gave in to their request of depositing one month then paying for the the remaining two months after three weeks. So fast forward they paid for one month and paid for utilities and I gave them the house keys and they moved in.

The first sign that something was amiss came on the third day after they moved in. I kept feeling there were a lot more people in the house than I was made to believe. The story they gave me about why they moved from the previous house had so many holes in it that it was funny. Anyway, I turned the other way thinking I don’t really care as long as they pay up on time. The second alarm went off as I began watching the boy who came looking to rent from me. His mannerisms kept reminding me of a childhood friend of mine who was gay (sorry for term if it’s insensitive, English is not my first language) and all of us knew, even our parents that is; but we loved him anyway.

I also noticed that there was a girl who looks to be middle eastern also living in the house but whom I rarely saw. So according to my silly calculations I thought whom ever is paying their rent must have a relationship with the girl and the boy is her brother. Even though there was not much resemblance between them.

Then after about a week they asked if they can host a party because there is a decent garden in the compound and I said ” sure nock yourselves out!” I was even invited to taste some barbeque once it was ready. An invitation I was not interested in at all. So my oldest son smells this amazing barbeque aroma from outside and says to me, “Mama why don’t you go and get us some of that meat, it smells nice!”. And me being a weakling when it comes to my kids, say yes ok.

So I make my way to the front of the house where the party is in full swing and guess who the first person I see. My childhood friend; who it turns out has been in town since November and I had no idea. So I call out his name and he is as shocked as me at our encounter. And it turns out that sweet barbeque smell was all his doing. Imagine that! We had not seen each other in years and last I heard he was working in Dubai. So we had our own little reunion and catching up. He even ended up burning some of the meat. Lol.

All this time I hadn’t seen the middle eastern looking girl so I started to wonder where she might be. Didn’t have to wonder for long because she just sprinted out of the house and hid behind me followed by someone holding a slipper wanting to spank her. While ordering her back in the house before she ( the middle eastern girl) embarrasses them “again”.

I am not sure why I asked my friend what their story was, but I did. Here’s what came out. The boy who I thought was the brother is a homosexual (please allow me to apologize again for the use of these words and if in anyway shape or form I am being insensitive) and the girl was born a man but identifies as a woman. So she is a transwoman. I can only imagine how I must have looked like after I heard that bit piece of information.

Then I get told the reason they had to move fast from the previous place where they were renting. It turns out that the trans woman got tired of being hidden in the house and took a walk to the store. What she forgot to do however was make sure she was not attracting any unwanted attention. What happened after was the entire street went on a March wanting them gone. So they had to leave quick before they got stoned to death or something..

After that night I came to realize that there are many people who are shackled, living in shame, looking to fit in, looking to be accepted. In a country like mine there is no place for them. God help us all. Long story short I am still praying for them. Their lifestyle is a bit much for me but I hope they find Jesus and get to know Him.