The Day HIV Test almost Killed me

My only experience about HIV were stories I heard from my friends and those horrifying stories and pictures that I saw on documentaries on television. 
 I have always lived a reckless sexual life and my first sexual experience was with the house girl of my neighbor and as you can guess it was unprotected I entered the university and continued with the same reckless sexual life with the false hope that HIV was not my portion, while in school I had many sexual experiences and I can tell you that 99.9% of them were unprotected even the 0.1% was really tough for me.

I was popular known as a HE-GOAT by my friends, due to my animalistic and goatic sexual urge, I was so used to having sex anywhere and anytime, I didn’t care about my environment. I was the lord of the streets and corners.

All this suddenly changed when my favourite uncle known as a serial Casanova, who I also learnt some much from when it comes to women fell sick and was moved from clinic to clinic and he eventually ended up in LUTH where he was diagnosed with HIV infection, the wife couldn’t contain the shock and told my mother.

My mother came home that night, I did not know what was wrong all I realised was that she told me to accompany her to a laboratory where I was compelled to do my HIV screening.

My blood sample was taken I was counseled and told having HIV/AIDS isn’t the end of the world, that I can always live a healthy life, I was given examples of people living with it and  all sorts , while the counsellor was telling me all this my mind was travelling and I was sweating.

We were told to come back for the result the following day that was the longest 24hrs of my life.

Nothing appeared pleasurable even looking at my dreaded tool (penis) I felt so bad to be born with It, I blamed my unusual and stupid erections for this calamity, all of a sudden my memory was so clear, I could picture every single girl I had sex with and their names and actions I  was so shocked, I started calculating, crossing and investigating ,trying to see if they would have given me any form of STD, even this  could not solve the anxiety I had, my heart started pumping like the filling stations opened all their dispensers.

I could barely sleep that night, by 4a.m I told myself it was morning and had my bath went to the sitting room to watch TV. My mum offered me breakfast which I humbly refused.

Driving to the hospital was quite traumatic for me every blaring of the horn was like the horn was sounding in my brain and entering potholes was like my heart physically fell in those potholes.

We eventually got to the laboratory and I went in with my mum , the laboratory technician gave the result to my mum, she opened it and just said thank you,  almost urinated in  my pants and she went straight to the car I walked slowly behind her like cow going to be slaughtered and even tried opening the back door of the car but reluctantly opened the passengers sit in front and my mum handed me the result I wanted to put the result in my pocket and my mum snapped and said open the result you silly boy and when I opened it, alas the result it was negative I wanted to hug my mum and start shouting praise God but had to restrain myself.  

The  focus of the drive home was  a scolding and counseling session about the health dangers and the spiritual consequence of multiple sexual partners.

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