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Uganda LGBT Volunteer Found Beheaded: Video

A volunteer for the LGBT advocacy group Integrity Uganda was found beheaded on a farm during a search for a missing priest.

Jim Burroway of Box Turtle Bulletin points to the Anglican blog Changing Attitude, which says that searchers found the head of Pasikali Kashusbe in a pit latrine on the farm of Badru Kiggundu, the electoral commission chairman, in Makindye Sabagabo, Wakiso District. They were looking for the Rev. Henry Kayizzi Nsubuga, who disappeared last month after delivering a sermon supporting gay people.

“Judith Nabakooba, a police spokesperson, identified the head as that of Pasikali Kashusbe, one of the workers on Kigggundu’s farm and a member of Integrity Uganda,” reports Changing Attitude. “Pasikali and his partner Abbey are youth workers with Integrity Uganda charged with the responsibility of mobilising young LGBT people in activities which build community capacity to face up to the challenge of homophobia, especially in the area of attitude change and care through drama and sports activities.”

According to Changing Attitude, Pasikali disappeared almost four weeks ago when Uganda celebrated Martyrs Day. A mutilated torso found earlier in the week about half a kilometer from the farm is believed to be Pasikali’s. The torso was that of a man and had no genitals.

Details on suspects and arrests remain vague, according to Box Turtle Bulletin, which included the following video report from NTV Uganda.

Who Am I?

Do you ever feel like you don't recognize yourself? You find yourself wondering what happened to the person you used to be? Things you used to do, places you used to go, words you used to speak, thoughts you used to have. You look up one day and stare at yourself in the mirror. The face looks familiar, but something is off. Your soul and spirit has been damaged so. The light no longer shines in your eyes. The innocence that was once there has been stripped away. You feel bare and naked. Hiding as if you're in Eden. How do you reclaim yourself?

Natural me

Natural Photos of me with a few throwbacks

Ok, so some people have been wondering what my hair looks like twisted. This picture is a few months old but I'm loving the look! I'm getting to know a new me. Products I'm currently using is Infusium 23 leave in, Olive Oil spray and Cantu Shea butter. I'll be trying some new stuff soon so I'll be sure to let all you natural heads know how it goes. I'm trying to stay away from all the chemical and water based products. My hair soaks it in like a sponge. I'm feeling great today. I have an appointment with my hair dresser Thursday and she uses natural products by Taliah Waajid. Someone told me recently that you look twice as good as you feel. Well I feel wonderful so I must be smokin' hot today lol.

Good Hair

I finally had the opportunity to watch Chris Rock's good hair. Other than being a little confused as to how a hair show was more dancing and drama than hair styling, I though the documentary was pretty good. I realize why I had been so insecure about myself growing up. Indian women give up their hair willingly at a temple because they believe in a higher power. They believe this sacrifice will give them good fortune. They shave themselves bald. Then someone comes and gathers up all that long 14 inch hair; cleans it, packages it, and ships it off across the world for insecure women such as my former self to spend thousands of dollars to give themselves a more European look. And why wouldn't black women want to go through the angst and hell of relaxing their hair? Or sitting for 2-3 hours to have a head of someone else's hair sewn into their own in order for it to flow down their back? Black women are told that they are not beautiful. That their hair is not good hair. That no one wants " that kind of hair". Chris rock took what looked like African kinky hair to a few hair stores to sell. The store owners who were of Asian (Chinese or Korean) descent told him that was not good hair and that no one would want it. Women want to look beautiful and you can not look beautiful with that kind of hair. People ask me why I decided to go natural. The reason is this....I no longer want to sit for 6 hours having hair sewn or braided into my own. I no longer want to spend $200.00 a month to have my hair straitened and blow dried, and curled then style only to not be able to go swimming or exercise or get caught in the rain for fear my hair style will fall. Who wants to be victim to their hair? It's just hair! Little girls want to look like images they see on TV. They are being told that the hair that comes out of their head that God blessed them with is not pretty because it does not flow and it does not shake and it does not reach the middle of their back. This has to stop. We have to love ourselves and accept ourselves for who we are. We as black women need to embrace ourselves. Isn't it more strange to alter your appearance than to be who you naturally are? I'm just saying. The first time I decided to grow my hair out, I did so for 5 years. Something different. I think I was going through an identity crisis. I want to be someone outside the norm. Yet when I went for job interviews or tried new relationships, people weren't all that receptive. Who said that the westernized standard of beauty is acceptable? Why can I not lock my hair and receive the same amount of respect? Why are some black men turned off by natural hair? I would prefer a head of natural hair than to run my fingers through someones hair and feel a bunch of tracks and thread. This is 2010 and we are still concerned about who has good hair/ bad hair. We still tell our daughters than long, silly, curly hair is pretty and kinky hair is nappy. I promise that if I am ever blessed to have a child of my own, I will tell her that she is beautiful. She will be intelligent and creative. She will be talented. She will have so much love that her hair will be the least of her concerns. I just hate that it took me almost 30 years to understand that myself.

Peace and Love-ism

Naptural State

Ok... So I'm almost at my year mark. 2 months since I've made the BC. (Big chop). I'm happy. I feel liberated. I should never have gone back. Yet I conformed to the westernized standard of beauty. Ironically my own people were more critical than others. Any who.... I have relaxed free hair and I love it. I'll post pictures through out my hair journey. This should be interesting. The first time I did this back in 2003, I really didn't know what I was doing. Now with all the tutorials and chemical free products out there.... the possibilities are endless.

Deferred Dreams...

Today is the fist day in Black History Month. One of my favorite poems is by the great Langston Hughes. Someone once told me that nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream. I believe in dreams. However, I am old enough now to know that some dreams can come true but not without hard work and determination. So today's poem of the day will be "A Dream Deferred" by Langston Hughes

What Happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore

And then run-

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over-

Like a syrupy sweet

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load

Or does it explode?

New Beginnings

Today I decided to start blogging again. I will be using this spot to get my creative juices flowing again. I'm hoping that I can once and for all complete the three novels that I have started but have yet to finish. Jack of All Trades... Master of None. That's me. I'm at my computer with my dog Face laying next to me. So loyal. Guaranteed as soon as I walk out of this room he will follow me. He's WO-mans best friend. Noir is around here somewhere. Typical cat. He uses me for the occasional head rub, litter box cleaning and the daily meals. All in all, I'm feeling pretty good toady. UK beat Vanderbilt. I'm hanging with friends listening to music. And I've finally gotten my muse back to be the creative being I was designed to be. I'm hoping this burst of inspiration continues in order for me complete at least one book. Until next time...

Peace and Love-ism