Thirty years ago today I was handed a death sentence. At least that is what an HIV diagnosis meant in 1988. In fact, it meant so much more than just death. It meant shame. It meant stigma. It meant judgement and isolation.
I felt so alone for so long. I mean it was only for about a year. I met this one lady at my first doctor's appointment and I still felt alone.
It is over fourteen years now, that I told my seven year old son that I have HIV and that I will be dying soon. I told him not to worry too much that my Mum and elder brother will take good care of...
They say God said "Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but mine!" 2 Chronicles 20:15
What HIV means to ME! (H)avoc (I)nto (V)ictory On November 28, 2016, I received a phone call that would alter my life Forever! I was asked to come in as soon as possible to discuss all lab results. I...
So far I am a one year survivor of HIV. A twenty five year old single mother of four that is very outspoken and driven. I contracted the virus by my children’s father, who didn't know his status until...
I'm a 17 year advocate. I'm a 47 year old separated mother of 3. I contracted HIV from an ex-boyfriend who was separated from his baby mother; they both were positive and I didn't know about his status.
I went for my usual clinic at my facility and it is routine to take pregnancy test before collecting medicine. I remember after taking the test, four of us were expectant. During this period, I was...
I was invited by one of the Private Secondary Schools in Abuja to address mothers on issues concerning a girl child. For me I choose to make it an interactive session for those mothers in order for us...
As a young girl growing up, my life began with the "normalcy" of being sexually molested by my step-dad, waking to the sounds of seeing him beat my mom