(I should start by apologizing
that this part is coming late. I have
been occupied with a lot of things, work, deadlines, etc. etc and I have been
doing more of talking than writing… I’m sorry I kept you waiting this long. You
can check below to read the first part of this story. Apologies accepted, right?
Thank you. Plenty love!)
Well, I knew I was going to face my fear.
I stood up and a surge of determination rose up in me. It was
time to test for HIV. I walked up to the local testing centre (NACA) at Obafemi
Awolowo University, my heart skipping beats at regular intervals.
I entered the building and was directed to a young man who was
going to do HIV Counseling and Testing (HCT) for me; I smiled widely at him,
though behind the smile, I was thinking “God, it won’t be funny if I have HIV oh”.
