It was such joy when Kasha J. Nabagesera, Executive Director for Freedom and Roam Uganda announced that Beach Pride Uganda had finally started. For a moment I thought I was dead, "how could this be happening in this ultra- Homophobic country?" Asked a friend of mine who flew into the country just a day before pride started. I answered him and said, "We are all proud, brave but crying deep within, we are crying because we don't know if we will finish off the three days events without interruption from police".
Day one passed and nothing happened. My heart become stronger and I knew I had to march even if it meant I had to die, I was willing to die for the coming generations to have peace and freedom in their own country. That day I started daydreaming about a country free from homophobia, prejudice; a country where everyone lived with each other in harmony. That's the country I had in the heart when I was marching on at the beach.
On day two I thought the fire had died out. I thought people would be too scared to come to the venue, I looked at the program, the movies to be aired were wonderful, I moved around the well-decorated auditorium all in rainbow colors, but alas, all the sits were empty. Outside we had a barbeque waiting but no one showed up to try out the cocktail that was specially prepared by the organizing committee. I remembered the wedding no one wanted in the bible. I closed my eyes and prayed asking God for His Grace and Courage to fill all our hearts. I opened my eyes a few more people had come. In no minutes the auditorium was filling up. I started moving up and down with other volunteering ushers, a wine here a cocktail there; my heart was overflowing with Joy. I was attending a Pride My dream was coming true each minute.
Day three we headed for the beach. As one of the ushers and decorators and face of Pride, I went with others very early in the morning. By mid-day, the whole venue was in rainbow colors. I was wrapped in a rainbow flag shirtless to make my point, for the first time in my life I realized how cute I was. By mid-day the first Bus arrived, the beach was filled with life. Twenty minutes down the road another bus came with more passengers, the attendance was more than I expected.
It was Beach Pride Uganda. As we marched through the trees, I imagined that I was in the streets of Kampala. In no time the trees were talking to me, the life and freshness they provided echoed a simple message, a message that I agree with: Freedom is Coming Tomorrow. And then from the speakers on the truck that I was leading, I had a familiar voice saying "Beach Pride Uganda, We Made It!." It was the familiar voice of Kasha J. Nabagesera a woman who inspired me and nurtured me into activism.