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  • I Memorised the Entire Quran at 8, Now I Don’t Believe in God

    I Memorised the Entire Quran at 8, Now I Don’t Believe in God

    Here’s Ibrahim’s* story as told to Sheriff


    I grew up in a Muslim family of five. We were moderately religious, at least when I was younger. 

    My father had grown up in a staunchly religious family but left home early, so he couldn’t learn so much about the religion before going off to boarding school. He didn’t want the same thing for me, so I started learning about Islam very early on.

    I was five years old when I was first enrolled in a Madrasa — an Islamic school, where I learned about the basics of Arabic and Islam itself. I spent two hours at the Madrasa after school on weekdays and five hours during the weekends. 

    By the time I was eight, I’d memorized the entire Quran. It was a flex; many people in the area and in my family thought it was a cool thing to achieve at such a young age. 

    I didn’t stop attending the Madrasa after this, so I was able to go deeper into my studies. At this point, I was in the high school equivalent of Islamic Studies. I learned about Islamic Law, Arabic Grammar, theological thought, and even how to write poetry in Arabic. When I was ten years old, I was already speaking fluent Arabic. 

    A female childhood best friend recently told me she always thought I’d become a Muslim cleric. But I did not. 

    At the time, though, I was the model kid for my dad and my extended family — well-learned in religion and doing great at school, too. It was the best of both worlds for them. 

    But there was one problem — I was too inquisitive. It started off as a harmless thing my dad indulged, but it eventually took on a life of its own. 

    I’d question everything I didn’t understand, and I’d debate you until I got a satisfactory answer.

    In early secondary school, I  got into religious debates with my Christian classmates about which religion was “more correct”. Now that I think about it, I must have been quite insufferable. To me, I knew everything, and my religion was perfect. There were no flaws in what I’d learnt, and I had sound logical explanations for everything. Not that the interreligious conversation ever went beyond harmless debates, but I derived pleasure from proving that I was right.

    I was 13 when I first realised that I might be wrong. It started when I asked the cleric I’d learned from a question about the concept of destiny. In the Islamic doctrine, belief in Qadar (destiny)  is one of the articles of faith.  

    But the explanation I got from my cleric just didn’t make sense.

    As a Muslim, you’re meant to believe that everything that happens is ordained and destined by God. Both the good and the bad stuff. And this doesn’t apply to just the broad strokes of our lives alone. Even the tiny details like the choice of food you had for breakfast on a certain Monday happened because God said so. 

    My question was simple: if this was the case, why does God still need us to pray, have faith, do good, or even do anything? Since it’s simply all His will playing out in everyone’s life. 

    For the first time, I was told that some questions are inspired by the devil. But this event was the start of my search for answers. I asked every adult I knew for answers, and while they all saw how inconsistent the idea was, it made them sick to their stomach that someone pointed it out. They were always shocked at the realization of what the logical conclusion is. So, they’d ask me to stop asking questions and stick to my faith, because some things are beyond the knowledge of man.

    Since I couldn’t get answers from the people in my life, I turned to books. My dad never censored the kinds of books we read, and luckily, my school had lots of them. It had books that had no business being in the library of a secondary school. It had novels that explored the history of religion, and even a copy of the Bhagavad Gita. It was there I read a lot about other religions and the doctrines they’re built upon. I also learned about Abrahamic religions through the lens of history and started to see things really differently. 

    For example, I read about how the collation of the Qur’an was completed many years after the prophet passed, and how the formation of the Qur’an formed the basis for standardised Arabic today, as the tribes had different dialects at the time. 

    So, how could I even be sure that what I’d memorised actually meant what I was taught that it meant? It all started to seem a lot less divine at this point.

    Also, with the thousands of religions that exist, and the documented reports of metaphysical experiences from each of them, how can I ever be sure that mine is the right one?

    I suffered cognitive dissonance for a while, but I just kept learning outside of what I’d always known. When I went off to university, I was finally able to be open up about my views with the friends I made. Some of them were shocked that I’d say such things, while others admitted that they had their doubts, but they’re choosing to believe. With time, I realised that I didn’t really care so much about the faith anymore. 

    I started missing prayers because I thought, “What’s the point anyway?”. I also got tired of asking questions because I mostly didn’t care anymore. At home, my parents noticed that I’d stopped praying altogether, but they thought it was just a phase. They still forced me to do it anyway, but it was all for show. 

    A year ago, I had an existential crisis that shook me. I felt like I needed some sense of meaning since I didn’t believe that anyone up there was guiding my life anymore. I was somewhat depressed because it felt like my life had no meaning whatsoever. I thought, “Why not just go back to the safety of having faith in God? Does it really matter if any of it is true?”

    I started praying often and doing all the things I’d normally do as a devout Muslim, but it felt like I was only going through the motions. 

    I’ve made my peace with it now — I’ve outgrown faith, and I doubt that anything can change it. But I don’t intend to come out publicly about my disbelief, at least not in real life. So, I’ll carry on and hope something changes and makes it feel right again. 


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    *Name has been changed for the sake of anonymity

  • 9 Nigerians Talk About Being Queer And Religious

    9 Nigerians Talk About Being Queer And Religious

    How easy or difficult is it to reconcile being queer with being religious, especially if the said religion is homophobic? This is something I have always been curious about, so I put out a call for stories. I got a large number of responses, but I had to narrow the final ones down to nine.

    These 9 stories highlight the fears, difficulties, doubts and triumphs of being queer and religious in Nigeria. I am grateful to everyone who shared their stories. I hope these stories move you as much as they moved me.

    Afusat.

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    I am a Muslim and my faith is a part of my identity just like my queerness is. I don’t think it would be fair to erase a part of myself for another part to ‘flourish’. There are times I feel anxious and sad but choosing to accept myself and trust Allah always makes me feel better. I am still a Muslim and I always want to be. I know that sometimes it may get difficult as there are people who use religion as an excuse to be homophobic, but I always remember that Allah is The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful, and The Most Loving. He created me so He must understand all my paths. Day by day, I am learning to love myself anew. I am hoping to make more queer friends because I think having a community really helps. I also want to be more involved with the Muslim community because it feels good to know that you are loved for who you are. I am hoping that more parents love their queer children. I have not told my parents yet. I don’t know if I will ever tell them. I just want to live my life truthfully every day no matter what that looks like.

    Demola.

    I’m Catholic, but I’m not religious. I go to church when I’m with my parents or when I absolutely have to. But if I had the power to choose, I wouldn’t even watch if it was online. So for me, this means that I pick certain things and leave the rest. The Catholic church doesn’t support abortion. I do. The Catholic church says no to divorce. I do. I believe in the presence of God, I just don’t follow the ways He’s being served.

    I think I’ve always been aware of my queerness, but I have just come to the acceptance that I am a queer person who believes in God. I’m able to function with both. I pray when I can, I read my Bible. It wasn’t always like this though. When I was younger, I was active in church and reconciling faith with queerness was difficuIt. I felt like I was putting up a performance, and I would always beat myself up.

    Now, I think I’m good. I don’t stress myself anymore. Anywhere belle face, we move. I am a bad bitch and I also believe in God. This life is one, please. I really like church though. The choir is beautiful. I love praise and worship. But I know how all of my work as a Christian and the things I’ve done in the church can change if they simply find out the tiniest detail about my sexuality. Sometimes, it’s a bit confusing, but it is what it is.

    Ebenezer.

    Reconciling my faith with my sexuality has gone through a series of evolution. In my teenage years, I thought I would get over it. This was when I was being taught that everyone has a cross to bear. I thought my sexuality was my own cross and that if I carried it well, I would be found worthy of God’s love. Then there was the time I thought celibacy was the answer. I saw celibacy as a middle ground between my sexuality and my faith. I thought I could be gay and still be a Christian, and that all I needed to do was to remain celibate.

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    I was the President of my campus fellowship for two years (300 and 400 level). Prior to the appointment, I had already taken the celibacy vow, and as someone who has never had sex with a guy before, I thought I could keep at it. It was during my time as a President of a fellowship that I began seeking answers for myself on how to navigate being gay and being a Christian. I came across a couple of books on this, and it made me know that the translation and interpretation of the bible are political and for the purpose of control. Now I don’t believe in the absoluteness of the bible. I don’t believe the Bible is perfect and that every scripture there was wholly inspired by God. Man will always filter the scripture through his own biases and people have been doing that for centuries. I don’t think the Holy Spirit wrote the Bible. I believe men did and men are flawed and short-sighted and will tend to infect the purity of God’s word with their own shortcomings and biases.

    Now, my Christian faith is anchored on the two greatest commandments Christ gave which are “Love your God with all your heart” and “Love your neighbor as yourself.” According to Christ, all other commandments are contained within these two. As a gay Christian, all I need to do is to walk in love.

    I have fallen in love with a guy and there’s nothing purer than that and it will be a travesty to say that the love I feel for him is not of God because all the characteristics of love as contained in 1 Corinthians 13 are present in the love I feel for this guy. Even if I hadn’t fallen in love, I am made to know by the scriptures that I am wonderfully and fearfully made and that God saw my unformed body since when I was in the womb and all the days ordained for me does He know. I am of God and like I always say to myself, God cannot be boxed into a cage. He is the source of diversity because he is vast and beyond categories.

    Grace.

    I stopped going to my parents’ church in 2019 because there was so much misogyny and hatred for anyone they consider different from them. The doctrine was based on fear and paranoia and I wanted no part of it. It was around the same time I started questioning Christianity as a faith and the clear sexism and homophobia. I didn’t know how to reconcile it so I just stopped identifying as a Christian. Late last year, I went to my sister’s church and it was nice. Worship was great, I always cry during worship, I love it so much. So I’ve been going sometimes. Not every week, just when I feel like it.

    But then some weeks ago, the pastor started talking about how the rainbow was God’s promise to the earth and that it doesn’t belong to the LGBTQ community. And then he said everybody should pray to push back “darkness” and I just sat there, confused and so hurt. To me, it’s like, you say that this god created me and he loves me right? But then you turn around and say I am of darkness because I like girls the same way I like boys? It made no sense. Everybody around me was speaking in tongues and screaming and I just sat there. So confused. I couldn’t even pray. Right now, I think I’m in limbo again, I don’t know if I can go back there.

    Kazim.

    I started easing into my sexuality around 2019. I grew up in a typical Muslim home so it was a really, really confusing period for me. My sexuality makes sense to me, my religion makes sense to me and I don’t think I can deny myself of who I am because of my religion neither do I think I can renounce my religion because of my sexuality. At first, this acceptance of myself was confusing because queerness is practically against all the teachings of my religion. A man is not supposed to lay with another man, blah blah blah but fuck it, I didn’t choose to be gay. Honestly, I feel like there’s something we’re not understanding about the whole concept of God Vs Sexuality. The doubts still creep in sometimes but all in all, I’ve found a way to juxtapose these two things and I have no problem whatsoever with either of them. For the time being, I’ll just be the gayest version of myself and live my life according to my principles. The afterlife will sort itself out.

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    Isaac.

    Being gay and Christian can be hard, especially when your parents are ministers in the church and you are effeminate. It has affected my faith a lot; I feel God’s love and I know it for myself, but during devotions, sermons, I hear that I am going to hell and I doubt the love I feel for myself and begin to ask for forgiveness. It’s draining.

    I told a couple of pastors and people that I was queer, the next thing I knew was that I become a project for them. They began to treat me like a special candidate and policed my life. Self-acceptance as a Christian is very hard. I love the Lord, and I believe that in the circle of life, there is no such thing as a mistake. If the Bible says I am fearfully and wonderfully made, then there is nothing any man says that will change that fact. My escape from all the troubles around me is worship. Difficult as it might be, I am not going to live in condemnation of what a person says and all the subtle homophobic slurs. I am a believer and that’s on period.

    Seun.

    Before I even knew or understood what being queer was, I had been told it was wrong and that all homosexuals would go to hell. Back then, it didn’t really bother me because I had no idea of my sexuality or sexuality in general. I was just a young child doing what he was told and following his parents to church. But then I turned 12 and I had a brief stint in school. I told my parents about it because I was scared and confused, and in response, they gave me a good lashing and told me to go to my room and pray to God for forgiveness. They also changed me from a boarder to a day student in a school closer to home so they could monitor me closely and so I wouldn’t be influenced by the “evil boys” from my last school.

    In the years that followed till I got to int university at 17, it was a dark time for me and a constant battle with myself and the person I was told God wanted me to be which was a heterosexual man. During that period, I gave my life to Christ too many times, went on several fasts and prayers all on my own because I had no one to talk to about it. I couldn’t tell my parents because I knew they would make it worse and I had no siblings so it was just me, God, and my internalized homophobia. It was really tough, but I couldn’t even consider suicide because I was also told that those who did went to hell so that scared me off.

    Eventually, I became certain about myself and my sexuality, but in return, I became agnostic because I came to believe that religion doesn’t care much for those who do not believe in it or who do not believe completely. Last year, during a church service in school, a girl came out to share her testimony of how she was delivered from being gay and that service was a lot. First, the chaplain stopped the service and made her the message for the day. He then called out to other people to come for prayers, and all it was just a whole lot to deal with. After that service, I started to get really depressed about my sexuality again. Corona happened and because of the lockdown, I had to stay in Lagos with my aunt and her family for a few months before I could go home to my parents.

    Staying with my aunt’s family was good for me because even though they are Christians, they are liberal, different from the conservative Christians I have always known. They explained God to me in a different light and answered some of the questions I’ve had about religion. This made a huge difference for me because I was starting to resent the whole idea of God and religion. Now I’ve decided to believe in God for myself.

    This has helped me a lot. Now, I am a lot more secure in myself and my sexuality. I know a lot of people would argue about it, but if God made me queer then He made no mistake beacuse He is incapable of making mistakes. He made me with love and I am a walking embodiment of that love.

    I’m not saying everything’s fixed. No, it’s far from that. There are still some days when all the religious hate gets to me, and as much as I am secure in myself and my faith, I still have some questions I would like answers to. I know now that spirituality is a journey and through it all, I can rest assured that God loves me.

    Chi-Chi.

    I am a very spiritual person and I know God created man and woman, but I have refused to confront my queerness because I feel like I am scared of what I am going to discover. I have not gone to the Bible to conduct research on it or whatnot, but sometimes, I think about the “natural” order of things. If I eventually confront it and do my research, it’s either I realize that religion is a sham and what the Bible says is not a foolproof guide to living. I cannot do away with the Bible. It is impossible. I don’t want to let go of the faith I know and the God I recognise.

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    But then again, I cannot stop feeling how I feel towards girls, and this is something I did not choose. Something I cannot stop. When people say you choose to be this way, feel that way, I feel like they don’t completely get it. I don’t look at girls and tell myself, “Oya, start feeling something for her.”

    And so, I keep pushing away this confrontation, and living in denial, running away from the reality that I feel how I feel and that I also love God. I am scared of what answers I might arrive at.

    Lawrence.

    I’ve been aware of my queerness as far back as JSS1, and it became clearer in secondary school. But as the awareness grew clearer, the Christian guilt got heavier on me. In university, my Christianity got stronger and each time I considered my sexuality, I felt the guilt weigh me down. Each time I tried to become closer to God, queerness felt like the hindering block to attaining that level of spirituality. I always felt incomplete, lacking one last quality that would never go away.

    In my final year, I had sex with someone and the guilt was so strong I never spoke to the person again, neither did I try to interact with any queer person. For like 7 years, I tried to live a ‘straight’ life. I refused to have sex or have any interaction with queerness. But throughout this time, the queerness was undeniably present. I just did not give it a voice or act on it. I wished it away, suppressed it, and let the guilt eat me up. My spirituality and my queerness felt like opposites. At one point, I wanted to stop being a Christian, but I did not know how to not be a Christian. It was too ingrained in my life.

    My liberation came when it dawned on me one day that God actually loves me and He hasn’t given me any reason to think that He doesn’t love me or has stopped loving me. That was the switch that flipped: becoming aware of God’s love for me and basking in it. As I became more comfortable, the burden of guilt reduced.

    This doesn’t mean that it’s completely gone though. It resurfaces once in a while. But I am refusing to let it have another hold on me. Seven years after suppressing my queerness to feel complete and acceptable to God, I vocally admitted it to someone, “Yes, I am gay”, and saying it for the first time, I felt no shame or guilt. Instead, I felt loved, whole.

  • 9 Nigerians Talk About Dating People Outside Their Faith

    9 Nigerians Talk About Dating People Outside Their Faith

    What does it mean to date someone of a different faith, especially in a country like Nigeria where religion is a major topic? For this article, I spoke to 9 Nigerians who shared their stories with me. And for the first time, I found myself wondering if love truly conquers all.

    Ndidi.

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    I dated a Muslim guy for roughly 2 years, and it was actually a really nice relationship. He is Hausa and I am Igbo, so it was weird at first because we seemed like two very different people. But it was lovely for the most part.

    We were very supportive when it came to each other’s religion, and during Ramadan, I stayed up with him for Sahur when he had to wake up and eat. I would and gist with him till he needed to pray and go to bed. He was also very supportive with my fasts and holidays too.When we had questions about the other’s religion, we would ask and educate each other without judgment or without any aggression. I personally loved hearing him talk about the Quran.

    When I was with him though, I had to forgo alcohol for a while because he doesn’t drink and he couldn’t pay for it if he took us out. He also couldn’t buy me human hair. He said something about it being haram. But he was very respectful of my decisions and never tried to force anything on me. Eventually, the relationship ended. He wasn’t ready for commitment and I had to move on from that. Till today though, we are really good friends with each other.

    Kafayat.

    I am from a family of mixed religious backgrounds. My mum is a Christian and even though my father is an Alhaji, his own mother is a Christian. I grew up aware of these religions, so I never really had a problem with either of them. When I eventually converted to Christianity, I retained my Muslim name since it’s my first name. It was all cool until it was time for me to get married.

    My mother-in-law said she was upset during the introduction when the Alaga said “Welcome to the house of Alhaji.”

    She told me, later, that it felt like a bell was being rung in her head when she heard that. According to her, she was okay as long as the wedding was done in her church RCCG, and that she doesn’t want a nikkai.

    That’s when I spoke up. My dad is liberal because he has a Christian mum. But how will I tell him, an Alhaji who has gone to Mecca 5 times, that his first daughter would be married in RCCG and not my mother’s church which is Anglican, or even a mosque?

    That’s how the battle started. She told her son that if he marries me, his ‘enemy’ will die, and that ‘they want to Islamise him.

    After we won that battle of the church to be married in, my mother-in-law said “Is there a way that the name Kafayat won’t be on the wedding IV?” She also said I should try and make sure that the chairman of the wedding would be a Christian, and that I should influence my dad not to bring his Muslim friends.

    Even though I married into the family, I did not change my surname. My husband thinks I am doing feminism, but it is because his mother refused to let me keep mine on my wedding invitation. If she is ashamed of my name being in the wedding IV, then they might as well keep their surname.

    The wedding chairman was a Muslim who has a Christian wife he’s been happily married to for 50yrs without needing to convert the wife. After the wedding, my mother-in-law kept throwing jabs like “You know my son was raised in a Christian way.”

    But guess what? The said son is now an agnostic who is gradually becoming an atheist. Three years later, I’m the one going to church. My mother-in-law wants me to drag him but each time she says it, me too, I remind her that “I was raised a Muslim, so I don’t know how to win souls.”

    For me and my husband, the constant thing is that he makes me cook pork. I hate pork because it is fatty, but he would say it’s because I used to be a Muslim. We intend to raise my kids Liberal.

    Damilare.

    I started dating my girlfriend towards the end of 2017. I was still a very committed Christian at the time. But by the second half of 2018, I left the faith. I wasn’t hurt by anyone, neither did I fall into bad times. I just gave a honest look at the things I believed in and was convinced of since childhood and realised I had no rational justification for them.

    Anyway, the problem was how to tell my girlfriend. At this time, we were very serious about our plans, dreams, and future together. Some of these things were centred around our faith, which I had now left. I knew I couldn’t hide something that important from her even though I was scared of losing her. She wouldn’t want to be ‘unequally yoked’ with an unbeliever like me. I concluded that moving on with the relationship like nothing significant had changed would be unethical. It would be changing the terms of the relationship without her knowledge or consent.

    So, I mentally prepared for a break-up. And told her. I started by gently explaining why I no longer believe. It was the first time I’d share it with anyone. I didn’t call myself an Atheist — I didn’t want to trigger her. I just wanted to be heard without any unnecessary bias creeping in. She was devasted. I remember the hurt in her voice when she said, “So you won’t pray with me again?” It broke my heart since this was something we shared together. She didn’t make the decision to break up then, but she told me it was a deal-breaker.

    The next few weeks were tense. But after reading about Atheist-Christian couples on the internet, I decided I wasn’t going to allow religion end us. I spent more time just being myself with her — caring, honest, understanding. I focused on the things we shared in common, reminded her that I was still the person she fell in love with. I also made a few compromises. I agreed to go to church with her once a month (though that changed with the pandemic). When she forgets a verse, I help out. I remind her to attend her online meetings. We are not trying to convert/deconvert each other. When pastors goof online, I don’t rub it in her face — though we might have conversations about it. She lets me know even though she’d prefer a different outcome, she’s still in love with me and committed to us.

    The relationship is over 3 years now. We’re getting ready to marry, hopefully, this year. We have talked about kids, how we raise a family. We hope to let them make their choices while focusing on raising healthy, stable kids. We still talk about religion. I don’t think that conversation will ever end. But it’s a conversation with love, respect for each other.

    Franca.

    I am a polytheist dating an atheist. I believe all Gods exist, my boyfriend believes none exist. I think our common ground is that we both trash talk Christianity, Islam, and major traditional worship. I draw the line at astrology though. Astrology has not caused anyone actual hurt. My ex at the time used to laugh at me and my “astrology.” She told me I was being silly. My boyfriend however realises how important this is for me. He joins me to meditate if I ask, and when I tell him I pray for him, he tells me thank you. He knows it’s something that gives me peace and purpose and he respects that. Would that stop him from dissing religions in my presence? No. Do I join in? Yes. Because as much as I acknowledge these religions give me peace, I also acknowledge that they’re shit. And failed a lot of people.

    Favour.

    I was a tongue-speaking Christian in my university days and I dated this Muslim babe. Or maybe a situationship is the right word for it. We ended up going our separate ways because she tried converting me and I wasn’t standing it for it. In hindsight, it’s funny because I eventually explored Islam, and now I am irreligious.

    Abdul.

    I’m an agnostic atheist: I have a clear disbelief in the existence of God and I don’t participate in organised religion. However, I was born a Muslim. My girlfriend is a Muslim, with big hijab and all. A mutual friend introduced her to me and we clicked. Back when I met her, I was still a Muslim although I was skeptical about it.

    I had no reservations or hesitation about her religion at first; many of my family members are also Muslims. But as time went on, I became more vocal in my apathy to religion and God. I have a Twitter account where I post Atheist stuff and all, and this causes issues between the both of us.
    We try to make things work out but it was a big issue at the end of the day. She might be praying while I’m eating. I try to compromise though, I pray when she’s around, participate in Ramadan fasting, etc.

    Her sister is the wahala, always trying to stop things. Our parents are not aware of anything. And since I still use my Arabic Muslim name. I still put on the facade of a Muslim for them.

    I can’t say where the relationship is going, but marriage is probably not going to work.

    Similoluwa.

    I am a Christian — a pastor’s kid with every nerve, bone, and fibre dipped in anointing oil. He is an Eckist, he attends Eckankar, but he’s a rather unserious member.

    We met while I was in medical school through a friend and we hit it off immediately. At first, we unanimously decided to be friends with benefits and I was all out for it. I guess it was the pastor’s kid part of me that wanted something interesting and quite different from the conservational upbringing I had. I wanted to experiment and explore. Our FWB relationship lasted all through my last year in medical school and then we fell in love.

    He’s the type of guy who has a Ph.D. in curbing his emotions and I am okay with it. But then, I believe even the strongest of “hard guys” fall when they witness someone they really like fighting to stay alive in and out of the hospital, several times. This was what happened to us. Neither of us knew when the feelings started nor when it blossomed beautifully but early this year we knew something had shifted, and we were deeply in love with each other. But I am a Christian. And he is an Eckist.

    Yes, I’ve had the ‘do-not-be-unequally-yoked-with-unbelievers’ mantra play repeatedly in my head. In fact, I wanted to end it at a point, but I couldn’t. Local girl was already in love, but let me not lie, he’s empathic, kind, loving, sacrificial. All of this was what kept me going despite the disparity in beliefs. I have been in previous relationships where, once they learnt about my health challenges, they left. But he stayed, and this is one of the reasons I am holding him close because, with him, I’ve never felt healthier.

    While we were still friends, my mother discerned somehow (I still wonder how) that he’s Eckist and she advised me to break things off, but I didn’t. He happens to be my brother’s friend and all my brothers are all cool with it, except my eldest brother who isn’t aware.

    He’s quite understanding, so we haven’t really made any compromise. I tell him I’m going to church and he says jokingly, ‘pray for me’. The one thing neither of us does though is throw jokes about our religions; that’s a sensitive one.

    We have come a long way and we have several long ways to go. Do I know how to work out the kinks of telling Popsy and Momsy about him when the time comes? I honestly don’t know. Being the only girl with a lot expected of me in the marriage department, I try to not let the pressure get to me. Right now, I am just basking in the realisation of knowing there’s a gorgeous black man who has my back at all times and is undeterred by the health challenges present.

    Blessing.

    I’m a Christian who is currently in a relationship with a fellow Christian from of those very conservative denominations. His dad is an elder in their church, and his older brothers are in the ministry. One is a pastor, the other one is an evangelist. His mother is a Sunday school teacher.

    The first time I spoke with her, she gave me rules and regulations on what is applicable in their family. Me I was shocked oh. Like, excuse me ma, it’s your son I’m dating. What are all these rules?

    According to her, I’m supposed to burn my trousers, no fixing of nails or hair, no earrings or make-up, and I have to join their church and do away with my evil worldly non conformist friends. I sha said yes ma to everything she said, but there’s no way I’m abiding by man’s doctrines.

    I won’t lie, it’s been tough though trying to manage his family. I remember the first time I visited his elder brother. They had a one-year-old baby girl who was running from me. Normal children’s behavior, as usual, but the mother kuku chalked it up to the fact that I fixed my nails and that her daughter doesn’t like such. Me sef I smiled and said “Ehya, the baby would have to get used to it oh, cause aunty likes long nails.”

    I’ve been at the receiving end of obtuse judgment. They make me feel like I’m unworthy and not even a Christian. And it’s even more annoying to think that we’re all Christians with different doctrines but I’m somehow viewed as a sinner.

    My only consolation is that my boyfriend is more accommodating and he is more receptive and tolerant.

    Remilekun.

    I am a Muslim, but I have dated out of my religion four times. The first was the hardest. He was Celestial, and they were calling him Cele Boy in our house. It was like a war. My mom gave me serious issues with him. I am very stubborn so I went ahead anyway. The boy was so patient too.

    When her birthday came, he made her a very big cake. We threw a surprise party for her together. By then, he had already won my siblings’ hearts. He’s a very playful and jovial person so it wasn’t hard. As for my mom, she was bothered about what her family members will say so it was something else entirely.

    The breakthrough was one day I was with him and then I got a call that I should come home ASAP. He rushed home with me and we saw that my mom had fainted. He literally carried my mom on his back to the car and paid all hospital bills before my dad came. The next day when my mom felt better she was very grateful and never complained about our relationship again. In fact, they became so close that he would visit her when I was not home and they would gist for hours. But then we broke up.

    When my mom heard that the next one was Christian again, she wasn’t having it. She said, ‘I let you have your way the first time, can’t you do what I want for once?’ I said, ‘I can’t because you can’t live another 60 years and I will be stuck in a marriage I entered to please you.’ This time, the fight was more serious. We weren’t speaking to each other. If she talked to me, it was to insult me or to say something savage.

    I was working then, so I would leave home very early and not come home after work. I would go out with friends till very late just so I could come late and avoid her. But she always found me. She would talk and talk, I would have to block my ears just so I could sleep.

    She even told my aunt in Abuja. That one called me one early morning, told me to open the Quran and started quoting Quranic verses. I can’t remember it in full details now, but it’s the one that says ‘they are not part of us and we are not part of them.’

    You can’t imagine how sad I was. Someone that doesn’t understand you or know your struggles, calling you to advise you on something as important as your relationship. After that call, I renewed my energy for fight with my mom. The hypocrisy annoyed me. Her best friend is a Christian, for crying out loud. I was mad at her for discussing my matter with people I wasn’t close to.

    She had decided to have her way this time, and I had decided to have mine too. I called her sister who I’m close with and explained to her. I told that one that my dad is a Muslim yet he doesn’t pray. He only remembers God when he’s broke. Is it about just being a Muslim by name? The fight went on for a long time.

    My mom hates not knowing what’s happening in her children’s lives so we settled eventually and she gave me conditions. She said if I marry him we must do Nikkah. I said I agree. We must cut our children’s hair when we born according to Muslim rites, I said I agree. She gave some other conditions which I agreed to cos the guy I was dating was very flexible.
    That was how we settled that one. But then we broke up and I met the third one who turned out to be a Christian too.

    There was no issue with that one because by then she had already gotten used to it. But then we broke up too, and presently I am dating another Christian.

    QUIZ: What Kind Of Relationship Works For You?



  • A Week In The Life Of An Imam Navigating A Zoom Ramadan During Covid-19

    A Week In The Life Of An Imam Navigating A Zoom Ramadan During Covid-19

    “A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    Today’s subject is Imam Nojeem Jimoh. He tells us how he’s navigating Ramadan using technology in this special time.

    Zoom Ramadan Covid-19

    THURSDAY:

    I wake up by 4:15 am today. I pray two rakats and make dua until it’s time for fajr. In the past, I would have left the house ten minutes to the time for fajr to lead congregational prayers in the masjid, but that’s no longer possible. We are in special times. By Saturday, it will be one month since we last gathered for congregational prayers at the masjid. But we have no choice.

    Everyone has had to adapt to the new change. Even the madrasa. There are now online classes for the children. Their Arabic teacher recites and records the surah he wants the children to memorize and he sends it to them via Whatsapp. Then, they recite and record and send it back to him and he makes corrections. Arabic classes are now held over Zoom calls. One hour session where everyone recites along and tasks are monitored. It doesn’t replicate the madrasa perfectly but it at least ensures that time is not wasted during this period. You cannot escape Alfa because Alfa is online monitoring your task and progress.

    So, instead of going to the mosque to lead prayers, I lead my family in prayers. In the past, I would have had my bath and prepared for my 9-5 after fajr. I am not a full-time imam. I have a job that I report to during the week. My job is classified as essential services so that means I still have to go in during this period. However, I don’t have to go in as early as I used to. This means that I have some leeway to do one or two things.

    I am a morning person and I am not used to going back to sleep after waking up. So, I find a way to pass time before leaving for work. 

    FRIDAY:

    If ever we can say something good came out from this period, it is becoming internet savvy. Especially among my own congregation. I have encouraged everyone to actively download Zoom and the response has been encouraging. This is because it seems like this is going to be a Zoom Ramadan. Why I am grateful for Zoom is that it still gives people the communal feeling even though we are all apart. This is especially important because of people who are struggling with their iman during this period. We all struggle with iman normally and that’s why we all need to keep in touch with each other.

    Today, after work, I am going to address my congregation on Whatsapp concerning Ramadan. We have a general Whatsapp group where we send important messages. I have informed them that it’s going to be for 90 minutes, and I have asked for their cooperation. 

    My message to them is simple: this virus is real and deadly. We have been tasked by the Sharia to obey Allah and the people who have authority over us. The Sharia also tasks all Muslims with the preservation of life. The people in authority over us have enforced rules to ensure the preservation of life. Therefore, by obeying these rules, we are preserving life and following Sharia. It is important that regardless of how unusual things are, everyone follows instructions.

    Everyone should pray Taraweeh in their homes with their family. Islam is not stressing anyone.

    After the address, I look forward to enjoying a quiet Iftar with my family. Me, my wife, the children, feasting on a delicious meal of ogi and moi moi.

    SATURDAY:

    I wake up with a slight cough today. Normally, I would reach for water but I don’t, because I am fasting. It is one of those things. 

    Being an imam like any other thing comes with its own “challenges”. I have had a member of my congregation call me by 1 am to just “come to their house immediately” without telling me the nature of the emergency. Bearing in mind that I still had to go to work later that day, I had no choice but to rush down.

    Other times, I have had parents bring children to me suffering from depression and anxiety issues. It has been my job to walk the fine line between offering them spiritual comfort based on the Sunnah and also making sure that the child receives the appropriate modern medical treatment. That is, encouraging them to go see the appropriate specialist as the case may require.

    In some cases, it has also been myself. Contrary to popular belief, Imams too get low iman. The only advantage we have is the knowledge of the scripture with relevant examples of past prophets who have experienced something similar. Reading these stories and seeing similarities helps shake off the feeling and bounce back. Coupled with the fact that I have to constantly remind myself that leaders are meant to lead by example. These two factors help to always make sure that I am not down for too long. It’s also the same scripture by which I motivate myself that I use to help members of my congregation that come seeking help. It becomes easier to help them when you can relate.

    I am going to spend the rest of the day joining Zoom calls. I plan to listen to the lectures that I would have normally attended if I wasn’t staying at home.

    SUNDAY:

    In the masjid, we have an army of Alfas. During Ramadan when we have an increased number of prayers, we rotate who leads the prayers. So, someone leads Ishai, another person leads Taraweeh, another person leads shafi and witr. While another person recites a Juz of the Quran. This division of labour makes it easier for everybody.

    I am the only man in my house. It’s just me, my wife and two daughters. As an imam, even though we no longer gather, it is still my job to encourage members of my congregation over the phone to pray in their own homes. Also, because I am the only man in my house, I am quite literally the imam. So, it means that in addition to leading my congregation virtually, I also have to lead my home. I have found out in the last few days that being the one to lead all these prayers can be exhausting. 

    Today, after praying shafi and witr, I am quite exhausted. This is the first Ramadan I have had to do without being able to delegate. Even if it’s Ishai. Also, what makes it exhausting is that we try to recite half of a Juz at home. For one person leading all of this, it can be tiring. But may Allah make it easy. 

    My favourite meal — rice and stew — is what we have for iftar but it is a struggle to keep my eyes open. After the meal, I go to bed sufficiently exhausted.

    MONDAY:

    Today, I have had time to think over some things. It is now clearer to me why congregational prayers are important.

    As an imam, the last few days made me realise what energy comes from having a crowd praying behind you. The way I feel exhausted after praying taraweeh in the last few days made me realise this.

    I told my wife that in the masjid, I wouldn’t have felt exhausted so soon in Ramadan. It is clear to me that the crowd behind is part of the energizer that makes things easier. 

    When I am leading taraweeh and I know that there are 100 – 150 people behind me, the knowledge of that keeps pushing me. Also, there are people to rotate the responsibilities with. However, in this case, we are only four at home praying. I have found out that the energizer is missing and that’s why I feel tired easily.

    Zoom has been really helpful with keeping in touch and communal feeling, but you can’t pray via Zoom. I am looking forward to things going back to normal. I miss my congregation, I miss the energy they give me. That energy has never been more important than during this Ramadan.


    Glossary:

    Imam – The person who leads prayers in a mosque.

    Rakat – Single unit of Islamic prayer.

    Dua – Literally meaning invocation, is an act of supplication. The term is derived from an Arabic word meaning to ‘call out’ or to ‘summon’, and Muslims regard this as a profound act of worship.

    Fajr – The Fajr prayer is the first of the five daily prayers (salah) performed daily by practicing Muslims. 

    Masjid – Mosque.

    Madrasa – A school for Islamic instruction.

    Alfa – Islamic scholar.

    Iman – Faith.

    Sharia – Islamic canonical law based on the teachings of the Quran and the traditions of the Prophet (Hadith and Sunna), prescribing both religious and secular duties and sometimes retributive penalties for lawbreaking. 

    Taraweeh – Additional ritual prayers performed by Muslims at night after the Isha prayer during the holy month of Ramadan. It involves reading one Juz’ (Arabic: جُزْءْ, i.e a section of the Quran 1/30 its length, which generally takes somewhere between 20-60 minutes), and from 8 to 10 cycles of Raka’ah, lasting well over an hour in total.

    Iftar – The meal eaten by Muslims after sunset during Ramadan.

    Juz – A juzʼ is one of thirty parts of varying lengths into which the Quran is divided. It takes 30 – 60 minutes to finish reciting one.

    Ishai – This is the night-time daily prayer performed by practicing Muslims.


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  • Types Of Muslims You’ll Find When Sallah Comes

    It’s ram season again!

    I’m not saying that it’s the highlight of this season o, but you know… Ram is delicious, man.

    The festive period is when everybody’s true colours come out, and Eid al-Adha issa real eye-opener.

    You Muslims are casted and you don’t even know. Let me tell you how you guys behave when Sallah comes around.

    Those of you that only go to mosque on Sallah but will still be prouding.

    Last last God is watching us all in 3D.

    Then there are those of you that have been only been waiting for this day just so you can show up and show out!

    Pepper dem!

    For some of you, this season means nothing but frustration.

    “What do you mean ram is now 90k? Was it not just two days ago that I came here and you were selling for 65k?!”

    Then there are those that this is their only interest.

    Because it means you can run home from the mosque and kill your own ram. Food is life tbh.

    Some of you catch the festive bug and are fully prepared to turn up!

    Y’all are the real MVPs tbh.

    And of course, there are those of you that will ghost on guys because of meat.

    “Just call me when you dey my street” but two days later, your number is still switched off.

    At least there are the people that will still share meat even if they don’t throw a party.

    We appreciate you joor, because where else we for see meat? Your groundnut oil won’t finish.

    Or is it the ones that think flight tickets are only available during Sallah?

    Every Eid you’re “out of town”? Wawu.

    Finally, we have those sure Muslim friends that even if they don’t have meat to give you, will still point you in the right direction.

    “You smart. You loyal. I appreciate that.”

    If you guys don’t want me to finish casting all your secrets, you’d better send some ram meat my way.

    A word is enough o!

    Eid Mubarak, brothers and sisters! Love and blessings!

  • This goalkeeper has been secretly saving his teammates’ Ramadan

    See this story? We dunno if it’s funny, or cute, or inspiring.

    Please grab a seat.

    Some days ago, halfway into the match between Portugal and Tunisia, the Tunisian goalkeeper, Mouez Hassen suddenly collapsed!

    Helpppp!! Don’t let me die like this

    After a few minutes, Hassen came back looking very alright

    Yes yes I’m okay, let’s continue.

    It was that time again and the Tunisian boys were warming up

    “Ha! we will finish Portugal today” and they did score a goal after the break

    Fast forward to their next game, Hassen abruptly collapses on the pitch again!

    Uncle nawa ohhh

    This guy had a plan all along

    But just continue watching.

    The referee had no choice but to call for another break. This time we noticed some of the players were quickly eating whatever they could.

    “Guy guy abeg sharply borrow me that water”

    After investigating, it turns our guy had been faking it all along

    But why was he doing that? Was he just tired?

    Hassen was helping his teammates break their fast, because you know, Ramadan.

    Since there was really no other way. Hassen, our Hero!

    They say lying is not good in Ramadan

    Is this lying or strategic positioning though? You decide. But while you’re here, check out all the other struggles Muslims have in Ramadan.