The next day, I was the first to be at the clinic. I was pretending to just be hanging around in order not to give myself up. I didn’t want everyone to know I was there for that reason so I had an earpiece on and a book on my lap giving everyone the idea that I was busily reading. The nurses made the tension severe by not coming to work early. I waited for almost 2 hours before they started coming in. Lackadaisically, they set up and I quickly went in for my result. Even that, they made me wait for an additional hour all in the name of putting it in an envelope. I couldn’t wait to get to the room to open the envelope. I went to the washroom, ensured that I was alone then I opened it. I saw the red ink boldly beneath the numerous writings ‘POSITIVE’. My heart skipped a beat and I stood there not knowing what to do. Tears formed in my eyes and I couldn’t help but cry. I knew I could be on drugs and survive for years, but something in me kept telling me all was over. My life had come to an end. I wanted to make it my life’s mission to equally infect as many people as possible, especially when I remember how I got mine. Quickly I called Gifty and unexpectedly, she picked the call. I started abusing her verbally, but all along, she was calm and never said a word.
“Saint, as I told you, there is no way you would contract the disease. I tested myself 3 times. Out of those, 2 was positive and one wasn’t. This is science and you are dealing with people so relax, test again or perhaps crosscheck your result…” She said after I had said a lot of nonsense with tears. I wanted to reply by insulting her again but I considered her words instead of what I had against her. I took a second look at the result in my hand, reading every single alphabet as if I was preparing for an exams. It was then I realized that the result wasn’t bearing my name. It had someone else’s name but same surname. Quickly, the tears cleared from my eyes and I read it again. I quickly went back to the clinic, angry, anxious and excited at the same time. Angry because they were so silly to hand someone’s confidential result to another person, anxious because I hoped mine won’t have the same outcome and of course, something in me was excited it wasn’t mine after all. When I told the attending nurse that the result wasn’t mine, she was skeptical. She thought I meant the outcome so I went further to clarify the name on the result wasn’t that of mine. I didn’t notice at first but even the blood group quoted wasn’t mine too. She quickly apologized and took it back. Unlike nurses in other jurisdiction, the school’s nurses are very polite and dedicated to service. She sought out the difference and luckily the other Ababio hadn’t come for his result yet.
I don’t know but all of a sudden I became optimistic and confident. So immediately she gave it to me, I opened it in front of her. I didn’t even stand up from my chair. I was keen on knowing my fate so I opened it. As destiny will have it, I was negative. I stood up with joy, confident and a restored high self esteem. Again I called Gifty to apologize for my earlier utterances. “I’ve been there, don’t worry. I understood your frustration so I have nothing against you. But always do due diligence before concluding ok….” She said and I apologized again.
I had wanted to go straight to Lordina and tell her she was wrong to dessert me but I didn’t. Instead I went to Irene and shared everything with her. She was happy for me, prayed with me and we cooked together. Irene was serious about her Christian life but she didn’t let that affect her relationship with people. I quite remember there was this church girl back in my first secondary school, anytime you start talking about your ‘sins’ then she will start praying and cursing your past among others. She would make you feel bad about yourself all the time. She was among the few reasons I didn’t associate with Christian girls. They were the biggest scam and hypocrites you could meet. When Irene and I were done for the day, we sat together just talking about ourselves. I felt connected to her and I started admiring her…. (Story Continues)
_______________________________ Written By: Benard Makafui Mordedzi