The last time I stepped into a clinic to check my HIV status was 2016.
Then sometime in 2024, I went to Mombasa and entered a club called 001. My brothers and sisters… a small spirit of stupidity possessed me. I did something I have never done in my life.
Since that day, every cough was sounding like a farewell speech. A mosquito bites me, I start updating my will. If I sweat at night, I begin pricing coffins mentally.
Today I finally gathered courage and went for testing.
Ladies and gentlemen… when that nurse showed me the results, I almost proposed to her. I hugged the doctor, hugged the receptionist, hugged the watchman, even the guy mopping the floor wasn’t safe.
The entire hospital now thinks I’m their lost relative from Garissa.
I walked out of that clinic feeling like I had been resurrected on the third day.
Fear HIV my friends. That pressure can turn a grown man into a full-time pastor overnight.