“Dear Enitsua, I fell for you the first day I saw you, I tried to stay away from you but I couldn’t, the truth is that I don’t regret loving you. Please don’t blame yourself for anything; just like I don’t blame you for sleeping with Wilma, after all we were not even in a relationship. I just hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for all I have put you through. Don’t bother coming to look for me because you will only find my life less body hanging from a rope, I just couldn’t take all the Agony anymore, it was too much to bear. Although I keep fumbling for the right words all I want to say is that…I am H.I.V positive. I am sorry” Tiffany was a H.I.V carrier and both her parents had died from the disease. Every Tuesday between 1-3pm Tiffany escorted by her Grand mum would go to the hospital to cue for retroviral drugs. Her father never lived in the U.S nor did her mother die of heart failure, she got the disease from him owing to his strings of illicit affairs and so did Tiffany. That is why Tiffany wouldn’t even let me hold her for fear that I might end up contacting the virus, but in the end I did more than just hold her and now there was a 95% possibility that I had contacted the virus so did Clara and Wilma.
With our clothes still on the floor, Clara ran up to me to apologise some more while I remained paralysed with my phone in my hand, reflecting on how I had ruined my life. While she came and spoke volumes to my deaf ear, the door swung wide open and it was my father, he had come to pay me a surprise visit in Abuja, but his excitement changed to disbelief as he saw his son Unclad with his equally unclad 29 year old Aunty, just then I started to hear voices ‘we no go gree o! we no go gree!’ and I woke up.
I woke up in my hostel room, with my bed soaked with my sweat, to my greatest consternation it was already dark, wow I had slept for over five hours, from the ensuing circumstances I could Apprehend an unrest…
It was all a dream I hadn’t gone to Abuja, I hadn’t committed inccest with my Aunty, I hadn’t contacted H.I.V, I wasn’t going to be charged or convicted for RRape and most of all Tiffany did not exist, it was all dreamt up. Life had given me a second chance, so to say, and I planned on reaching for the stars.
Actually there was a riot in my hostel that day and I also made it out alive, I even travelled to Abuja during the holidays not to stay with any Aunty Clara but with my uncle. Funny enough I do have an Aunty named Clara who resides in Abuja, she is in her early 50’s, I sure hope she never gets to see this novel.
This story could happen to you, it could happen to me, it could happen to anybody. Let us strive to make the right choices in life, let us play safe because aids does not only happen in dreams, aids is real.
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