Medjugorje LGBT Ministry

Medjugorje LGBT Ministry received this shocking story a few days ago, which we feel to share in order to raise awareness and also to motivate people to pray. As you read, ask yourself the question: What if he was my son or my brother, or my friend:

I grew up in the staunch Catholic family where my father was an ex-seminarian, and at home, we had a daddy who was more like a priest.

Attending Sunday mass was mandatory, and he would encourage us to take readings in the mass. All the schools that I attended were Catholic because he wanted us to move on that path of catholicism.

After my studies, I got a job, and I was able to rent a room near the cathedral, and the bells ringing at the cathedral wouldn’t let me miss the mass. I was forced to join one of the cathedral choirs called good new choir which animates the English mass. The reason that forced me to join that choir it’s because they would sing hymns that would move me, especially during that time of holy communion.

One song that I love and I always listen to is called (Soul of my saviour sanctify my blest). I love that song, and it moves me. Now, in that choir, I had a guy who was my close friend because we were both singing tenor. I crushed on that guy, but I couldn’t take a step for fear of being exposed. Unfortunately, I got another job somewhere in one of the continental restaurants, and that was during the COVID-19 pandemic. I worked there for a few months as a supervisor, and then they announced a total lockdown.

No more work, no more, and I had to go to the village where my mother is staying because my dad passed on in 2010. So I started a small project of piggery of about 10 pigs, but it was so challenging because I was not working to be able to buy feeds. So what I did is to buy a wheelbarrow and start moving around the estate, collecting leftovers and some other wasted foods. That’s where I came across a premise where I met a very nice-looking guy who often opened for me whenever I could ring the bell at the gate.

We got to know each other, and he told me that instead of ringing the bell whenever I came, I should call him to avoid disrupting his grandma’s sleep. So when he gave me the number i said in my heart, God loves this much??? Because I knew through this phone I would make a smart move towards my interests. I started updating my status with sedusive updates like one time I posted a statement made by pope Francis when he was asked his opinion about LGBTQ and he said “who I’m I to judge” the guy sow it and asked me did whether I was impressed with the holy father’s response and I told him I wouldn’t judge either. I also asked him did you get irritated by his statement? He told me, “What if I am one of them?? I answered, it be kind of an endorsement. He asked me to have a meeting and discourse more about it.

I knew this was a catch automatically. We scheduled and went to their home, talked more, and we discovered that we were meant for each other, and at that moment, we had intimacy right there in the sitting room until when we proceeded to the bedroom. We did all this, not knowing that the dad had some cameras in the house that we never knew.

So when the his Dad returned back after lifting the restrictions on international flights, he watched the footages of the CCTV camera to see what transpired in his absence that’s when he found out his first born who on the University is gay. The dad got his son ( my partner) asked my whereabouts, and he took his dad to my parents’ home, but I had left and went back for work because the city had resumed after lifting up the lockdown He threatened my mom that they surrender me wherever I am, or if not, he can get me and kill me instantly.

I received a call from one of my sisters who asked me a lot of questions and told me that I am such a disgrace to the family. Being the heir to my dad, who expected me to keep the family reputation and not tarnish the family name.

When I heard all that, I had no option but to run to a refugee camp. I stayed there for three years, under horrible circumstances because it’s a big camp and I think the biggest in East Africa if not Africa. I was able to to work as an outreach worker under IRC, particularly for (MARPS) most at risk population.  That included LGBTQ and sex workers , which helped me to build my mental health and work with people I understood as I was particularly in charge of the LGBTQ.

After spending that long in that camp, I realized my resettlement process wasn’t progressing at all, and as a human being, I have goals and ambitions. I was being persecuted and marginalized because I used to reach out to every LGBTQ and even I dentify those who had fear to come out for our services and MARPS clinic.

We often distributed condoms, peps and prep, lubricants, and blood checking periodically. In that kind of designation, i would reach out to everyone under LGBTQ including Transgenders so I got exposed and at one point I got assault terribly but again the police was equally homophobic which forced me to leave and come to south Sudan late 2023.

From there, I was almost ready to go to the USA when Trump came in jeopardized everything. As I talk life is a real hell here we’ve been chased out of the reception forcing us to go in near-by town without any source of income that can sustain us in terms of food, medical, rent and paying bills. …..

Time: 25th May 2025 at 10:39 pm

*Please pray urgently for this man, for all LGBT people in Africa, and also that the Catholic Church & governments in Africa will help these poor people rather than them having to flee to inhumane refugee camps….