“You can’t stay in my house any longer if you don’t tell me what brought you here.”
“I committed an error.” He got started. That older woman enticed me with promises of a good life, which is why I shouldn’t have followed her. I added, “You had a good life here.”
I am aware, and I ought not to have left.
She did give me a lot of good things, but at the expense of my health, how good were they? Knowing what he was about to say next, I remained silent. “I have the HIV virus.” He said that and then wept.
I didn’t think he was sick because he looked sick, but luckily we hadn’t talked since he came back to the house. He was treated with medication when I took him to the hospital. However, I was no longer able to live with him.
He returned to the village residence of his parents, where he had been thriving. He started a farm and even had a second family. I put an end to my relationship for good.
Since the majority of women in my community are single mothers, I have been easily navigating my new life as I concentrate on raising my children and enjoying my single life.
