Working towards Emancipation from Societal crucifixion

Dear W

I am supposing that you have an apt insight into what i have encountered and suffered as a Transgender in a typical third World African country, Nigeria.Serving traumatizing jail terms, beaten up and battered by people while taking a lonely walk along the street, persecution, wanton abuse and disgrace in all dimensions and even an attempt to murder me in a pool of my blood are just few instances out of a plethera of gross violations in my awefully painful short life.
Incidentally, i must concede that we have not formally been introduced.My curiousity is influxed by the fact that i was actually wondering how you got to know about me in the first place.I know people know people one way or the other in actual terms.Nonetheless, i figure that someone could have been the intermediary and i was wondering who the person was.
My Transgender stories and vicissitudes are indeed of very pathetic magnitude.Infact it is a miraculous testimony that i am still alive till now considering the harsh and harrowing circumstances that had beset my life.The other time, shortly before i had the adversity of being behind bars, my poor life was being hunted and hounded by very evil Men who wanted to kill me for ritual purposes.The ritualist in their own miscreancy almost had a successful time with the shedding of my blood but for divine intervension.Africa, and indeed Nigeria to be very precise is a very aweful place.Before my ghastly incarceration, i thought i was only living in a threat.However, i now know better.My life itself, within the trajection of this country, Nigeria is a nightmare.And it is a nightmare of the most preposterous granduer.Several human rights violations and wanton abuses i have suffered from time to time.This very last incident, that i went to jail would be the eleventh time of going behind bars yet all in a circumposition of gross illegality and injustice being done on me.My jail experiences in all were very horrent, horrid, horrific and horrendous.Disgraced and mortified innumberable times by fellow inmates, the police and the warders in the prison, i really felt a huge blow on my self- ego.The inhibition of my rights as a person, and being treated like a hateful animal in a zoo, which i found extremely insufferable all amounted to abject truculence.The circumstantiality and miscellany of details of the entire incident i will make available to you in due time.However, the bottomline is that i am seriously hurting and i need help to get out of this hopeless country.What are your suggestions ? Well, i am intending to get intouch with amnesty International, hopeful to seek help from them.Notwithstanding, i was also hoping you could throw your weight on my case through your connections, and perhaps through you ” Behind the Mask “.Undoubtedly, i need to seek asylum in another country as soon as i can and i really need your support.
Indeed, i have suffered so much turbulence in my poor short life, so much indeed to contend with.Imparadised in my own Transgender World of fantasy, which had always been my childhood dream, and my prayers to God Almighty, i have considered it a great injustice on my existence to be treated by fellow Countrymen as a piece of shit which is even worse than the treatment being exerted on the filthy pigs and dogs that are kept in the wilderness.
Thanking you for your attension.
In Solidarity,
Stephanie.

My inprisoned dreams

Dear

This may puzzle you, or it could interest you.But do know that i became Joseph the dreamer when i was in prison.Infact i had a couple of dreams but the dream that really interested me most was the one that you had featured in.You featured in my dream ! I saw your beautiful face for the first time and it was an euphoric reunion.See me talking as if there had been a first union.But in all candour it was as if we had known each other for the past ten years ! We had converged in a splendourous night club probably in New York city or some other hedonistic place in the United States.It was a very fanciful evening, and i can vividly remember the overwhelming thrill that thrailed our escapades that night.It was just one hell of a girl’s night, and i can still remember the guy that came alone with you that was suppose to be your Cousin.Very handsome guy indeed ! My eyes were almost popping out.We undoubtedly had a wonderous time in New York city that night and i must confess that you did an aweful lot of spending.Your shopping spree made me mesmerized indeed and i was greatly enarmoured by the splendid things you bought that night.I remembered the gigantic ice cream you bought for me that night, that almost besmeared my lovely evening dress.And then there was your hairdo, which was lavishing in ostentation.We moved up and down the whole place in such frenzy that one could mistake us for high School girls who had just accomplished their freedom from the homefront.It was a fantastic night i must confess, and i had never been more excited in my life ! …..and just as you were about to get me the pizza and hotdog from the fastfood, i can remember how i heard a terrible noise, and i suddenly woke up only to find myself still in jail.I was mad with fury and disgust, as the horrible smell of the close by lavatory in my cell practically complicated the whole thing.My indignation was astronomical as i saw myself juxtaposed to fellow inmates whose filthy and smelly bodies only made me pine my nightmare in awakening.
Thoughts and dreams,
Stephanie.

Incarceration

Really bemused that you have not sent an avalanche of perturbant mails
to my box.I actually thought that clairvoyance would have made you gone
hysterical, or atleast troubled over what could have become of me in
the past ten weeks now.But to my astonishment if i should state, i only
happened to have seen just one mail of yours.Were you not intuitive
towards my apparent state of incommunicado ? Or were you not atleast
disconcerted that i had not sent you a single mail for the past ten
weeks ! Well this is greatly amusing, your imperceptibility or
indisposition to alarm.Anyway, i have been in jail for the past ten
weeks serving a jail sentence of three months on charges of cross
dresssing and transgenderism.I was arrested again in Lagos, while going
peacefully on my own at night.The ugly incident ended up in a
magistrate Court in Lagos, and i was subsequently jailed when i pleaded
guilty to cross dressing and trans genderism.I had no lawyer to fight
my cause, most unfortunately as all the individuals i relied on
practically disappointed me one way or the other.I have been behind
bars for the past ten weeks and i can assure you that my ordeal has
been more than dehumanizing.My hairs all chopped off with a blade which
was as sharp as Lucifer’s instruments of diabolical decapacitation was
my greatest pain.I lost it all, all the fancy hairs and glamorous
effects.To my utmost chagrin, i was distransgendered and compelled to
looking masculine at all cost.Jail as been hell on earth, infact it was
like a hellish visitation to the wosrt place you can ever be on
earth.The miscellanous details of my jail life i will inform you
later.Nevertheless, stay intouch.I think i am about to sail my boat to
the nearst shores.

Nevertheless, it is really wonderful to be out of jail once
again.The miscellany of jail life stories i will send to you in due
time as i am contending with responding to so many issues that have
accured on my inbox.It a monumental shame that i had to go through such
dehumanizing experiences a second time after my first ordeal in Abuja.I
am really pained, aggrieved and inundated with utter indignation.The
morbid and poignant visages of my jail life is still a nightmare to
till now.I am more than desperate to get out of this crazy and cursed
nation where the simple rule of Law is a travesty of itself.In this
regard, i am going to really work hard to be intouch with amnesty
international and i am going to start right away.However, i would
appreciate it a great deal if you also make your input.I must say that
i am on a flat trajectory for now considering what i have through in
the past ten weeks.I mean it is highly preposterous and i just can not
get over it.I will keep you abreast of recent developments with my
encounter with Amnesty International as i proceed into the scheme.But
let me comment that there as been no positive development to my sequel
with the Jimi guy that left a word on my blog.He is pretty equivocal in
my latest assessment, i mean he practically turned me down when i
seeked his help while in incarceration.Well, now that i have been
disincarcerated i think i may just take him up again !

                                                                                                      Cheers,

Death of Stephanie Rose

With deeply felt sadness and heavy heart, you are hereby being
informed of the death of Stephanie Rose whose body was found lifeless
on the deep blue sea after a great tempest befell the waters of the
region she had been sailing.Undoubtedly, as gathered this was the
greatest and most horrendous tempest ever to befall Stephanie in her
voyage on the deep blue sea.The nefarious waters as gathered consumed
her to the peak, making her suffer unprecedented trauma and
turbulence.The tempest lasted for ten horrific weeks, and Stephanie’s
body was perceived moribound yet insuperably doomed beyond salvation.No
Man, or person could come to her rescue during this very hard
times.Signals were doggedly sent out to rescue teams inspite of the
feeble position of the traumatized.Yet, all was to no avail as the
hearts of Men proved to be impassive and indomitably uncharitable as
usual.Stephanie had to linger in her tragedy as she experienced the
onslaught of wickerd Spirits in the form of human beings brutalize and
dehumanize her.The demons chopped off all her hairs, and battered her
ruthlessly leaving her totally void of her ultra feminity.Her Spirit,
disdained and badly traumatized was a shadow of itself.In other
words,she was left devoid of life and life itself became a nightmare of
the  most preposterous grandeur.Comatose or moribound, she was in an
artless state.But something happened, and the Spirit of the lord
interpolated.Salvation eventually came, not by Man nor by thy power,
but by the Spirit of the most high God.Stephanie was resusitated, and
came back to life.She became born again !

                                                                                          Warmest Regards,

                                                                                                             The Roses.

Procrastination is the thief of time

It is somewhat disappointing that after sending such fabulous
and copious quantity of true life stories and experiences, you are
still yet to do the slightest thing about them.I beg your pardon for
being blunt and perhaps down to earth, but i was actually expecting
that by now my Story would have gone places.Infact, considering your
avidity and overwhelming zeal, i was thinking that by now different
people from different parts of the World would be communicating with me
via your blog initiative.How else could you possibly assist me,
realizing  the momentum of events and the momentous situation i am.