A lady I was dating a year ago tested HIV positive. When we broke up, I cut ties with her until she started contacting me out of the blue. She called several times, but I didn’t pick up her calls. That’s what I do. Once it’s over, I don’t want anything to do with you.

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When I didn’t pick up her calls, she sent me a message. Half of the message was insults, and the other half was accusations. She said, “I know I caught HIV from you. It shall never be well with you. Go ahead and spread it.”

I froze for a minute. “Me? Positive? How?”

It was my turn to call her, and it was her turn not to respond. She texted, “Leave me alone; let me die in peace.” I called her from another number, and she finally picked up. “If you’re joking, stop it because it’s not funny,” I said.

After our conversation, she sent me a photo of her test results. My heart started beating abnormally. It had only been a year since we broke up. I cried all night. I didn’t eat for two days. When I finally tried to eat something, I vomited. All of a sudden, I started having symptoms. In just one week, I lost so much weight that I had to tighten my belt to keep my trousers in place.

I came to accept that I was positive, so I started reading materials online. I joined a Facebook group meant to support people in such situations. They said it wasn’t a death sentence and that if patients seek medical help early, they could live a normal life.

I texted my ex and asked what she was doing about it. She told me she was already on medication. She said, “By this time, the virus has reached your heart, so they will have to double your dosage.”

I gathered my courage and went to the hospital. I got tested, and my results came back negative. The attendant said I should come back again in three months. I told him, “If I don’t have it now, then I don’t have it because the person who said she got it from me has already tested positive.”

I went to another place to get tested. I was negative. I did it again at another facility. I was negative. My spirit, which had taken flight thinking I was positive, came back into my body. I had a large meal and went to church to praise God. I accepted Christ as my personal saviour that day.

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I sent all my results to my ex. I said, “I’m negative. You got it from wherever you got it from, but I wish you well.” She said I was lying, even after she had seen my results. She was so sure she got it from me. I told her, “I’ve been through a lot these past few days to want to wish you ill. I’ll pray for you. You shall heal.”

She replied, “I hope you don’t go around telling people that I’m positive. If you do, I will tell them you’re positive too.” I’m sharing this story without her name. I’m not that evil. I truly wish her well.

—Alex

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