Once upon a time, I thought and felt crazy to use the word "coming out of the closet.” Yes, I did all I could do to come out of shame, lies, agony, despair, and beat stigma caused by living with HIV for many years. In actual fact I felt cured way before the miracle.
But little did I know I am not immune to other cancerous diseases.
As an activist I found myself booted out of the NZ HIV campaign due to being black and a woman. Mostly being bold and being recognised as part of the international HIV advocacy is what got me targeted. Our NZ government depend on tourism so they declared the end of HIV. A cruel stunt to us survivors. That was not a good look for my adopted country. Closed out I had no means to continue what I had thought was my calling.
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