Take It or Leave It | Austin Ejiet
It’s a delightfully warm spring evening. After six months of bitterly cold weather I am happy to stroll through the main street of an American city, from the university to my Apartment Hotel, instead of taking a bus. Suddenly a young African-American man materialises by my side and falls into stride.
“Great weather, Sir,” he quips. I concur, adding that back home the weather is like this all the year round. Out of the blue he asks: “Do you like women?” here we go again, I say to myself. Another pimp with a bevy of tasty flesh to peddle. Aloud I say: “I love women, man! I eat, breathe and sleep [with] women. They are part of my DNA! So what are you saying?”
His next question just about knocked me over. “Do you like men?” “I DO NOT LIKE MEN!” I hissed and resumed my walk. The kid was tenacious. If I crossed the street to try and lose him, he would be there waiting for me. ...
Now, this pastor Kayanja business is beginning to go up the nostrils of even liberals like me who would rather not poke their noses where they have no business. Is the good churchman bonking the wrong bed-mates or is he not? Why would half a dozen young men all conspire to come up with an identical tale?
And why would five of the six boys or men suddenly retract statements they had presumably made on oath, after a lengthy visit to the CID headquarters? Before Pastor Kayanja helped renovate Old Kampala police station, he was a lone ranger, fighting lonely battles. Now he appears magically to have found new and powerful allies!
The young men may well have been promised huge sums of money to set up the man of God, as some of them now claim. But equally plausible is the oft- repeated allegation that fabulous amounts of foreign money may have been injected into the country on a fierce recruitment drive.