Ajoke seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning as her mouth felt sour. She sat on the edge of her bed supporting her mentum with her fist. Globules of tears could be seen dropping down from her cheeks.

“No! I can’t take it anymore,” she mumbled. A cold wind from the balcony moved the curtains against the empty room. The room was cool but Ajoke sweated profusely. She fixed her eyes on the mirror using her left hand to feel the texture of her breast. It looked swollen and protruding. Its the second week of Valentine and I’m yet to see my period; it now confirms the doctors test that I’m pregnant and HIV positive. He said I still have a chance to live. No, that’s not true. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t bear the pain any longer.

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