For some members of the South African LGBTQI+ community, holidays are reminders of rejection and persecution
In varsity I met Jeff—not his real name. He'd get drunk religiously because being sober was too burdensome. Alcohol helped him temporarily forget his sadness. One night on his way home from the bar, he was followed by five men who proceeded to mock him for looking gay before they began to hit him. Covered in blood he sought refuge in my apartment refusing to go to the clinic out of the fear of facing more discrimination. Crying, he told me that that there wasn't any point being alive because the world hated him. All his life he'd been taunted and assaulted for being gay and coming from a homophobic family he knew that he'd be rejected by them if he ever came out to them.