I do not know about you. But, I know about myself. My life took a different turn the day both my parents were diagnosed with HIV. Their lives worsened from the day of that positive diagnosis. They had Slim (locally called Silimu or Obulwadde bwa silimu, Olukonvuba ). Mother, was taken down with an acute fever following the HIV infection. While at the hospital, she developed a rash so invasive that many thought it was chickenpox all over again. She had developed AIDS. Her nails darkened and all blood was drained from the eyes, lips and palms. The next few months, were unbelievable and unlivable. She spent the months going in and out of meningitis-spurred hallucinations, high fevers, spontaneous body jerkings, stiffness and a grotesque grossness wringing the body, squeezing all life out of her already emaciated body. In the dark of the night, when all summoned energies for the vigil were drawn out, she passed away. She never outlived her mother (our grandmother live...
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