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A week later, I had turned shadow of myself as the emotional torture took its toll on me; I was indoor for days thinking of what will become of my new life. Ruth’s words kept echoing in my ears, but i never wanted to admit it genuineness. I just sat all alone in my room and pray she walks back in to tell me it was all lies. The fear was gradually eating me up and the fear was weighing me down. Once in awhile when I try make phone calls to Ruth, she never picks up or switched of, I got report she never showed up in school either. I had seen missed calls and messages from my workers at the school who all wanted to know about my whereabouts and well fare. I couldn’t eat nor drink for I was filled with thought and made me weak and feverish. I often laid on my bed with heavy heart occupied with regret of my lustful action that night as the whole episode kept playing and re-playing itself in my head. I remembered how I had ignored the ‘good voice’ and had acted according to the ‘bad’, I remembered how I had thrusted part of me into her body that night like an angry Bull, I remembered the sensual and heavenly feeling that bobbled down all through my body as I sexed her, I remembered how satisfied I was that night as I dismounted from her body after having my way with her, I remembered how…… Damn it!!, can’t believe I’m now a carrier of one of the world’s deadly virus.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

What have I done to myself?

What have I done to myself, and all because of what?

I cried myself into sleep every night and woken by terrible nightmares. I realized I might be heading for a terrible trance if action aren’t taken, so I did.



My father once said a man is made up of the numbers of fears he conquers, that’s was why I decided I was gonna conquer my fear. After two weeks of my affair with Ruth, I made a drive to the hospital where I got tested and my fear was confirmed after my blood sample was tested, at first she try play the sympathy game but I wasn’t buying it and I knew where it’s all leading to. The female doctor seem so experienced in her job as she counseled me into believing I still have a longer and better life ahead of me saying that it was good for me to have come as early as possible in a stage where the virus could be checked, she said the virus was still in the acute stage and could be properly checked before it turns into clinical latency then finally a full blown AIDS, she made me feel like I was in a new world with a new beginning. She made me relate to her like a sister and told me that being a carrier of such virus isn’t the end of the world but it should be the beginning of a new one. We talked more like old friends after handing to me an antiretroviral therapy to be used frequently. I was so worried and scared knowing at that point that I had to start using drugs for my survival in life. I had heard and seen HIV patients use this things but it had never for once occurred to me that I might someday be that position….damn it!

“Can I ask you a personal question Mr. Abdul?” the doctor enquired as she was about to end her session with me

“No problem ma, you can go ahead”

“How were you infected sir?”

I sat still on that chair staring into her curious looking eyes, I just couldn’t utter the words as I tried to, I felt so terrified at the consequences of my words to her hearing, I remembered the whole episode in a flash and that got me remorseful. I gently stood up and walked out of her office without a word and as a changed man

What was she expecting from me?

The truth?

It’s not a story worth sharing at that point.

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I opened my eyes to the ray of the morning sun which found its way through the opening in the windows; I stretched my body as I yearned heavily trying to familiarize myself to the awakening.

“Did you do it?” a stern voice asked from beside me.

I quickly turned to face the other side of the bed and was beyond shocked to see a fully unclothed image of a female figure standing upright with all her beautiful body features revealed under the illumination of the morning sun ray. If not for the absence of large feathered wings, I would have thought the image to be a heaven angel. As I realized who it was, I couldn’t bring myself to look straight into her eyes as I could see the pain and disappointment in it. I was overshadowed by shame and regret for my action the night before that I couldn’t bring myself to look into her tearful eyes.

“Did you do it?” in a stern voice she asked again.

“Ruth I am sorry…” I started “I so sorry for my actions, I wish I had controlled myself last night, I don’t know what came over me last night, I wish I could take it all back…please forgive me” I pleaded with a heavy heart as I kept my eyes away from her direction. The atmosphere was awkwardly tensed and uncomfortable for me as I felt like the worst betrayer in the history of mankind.

I felt I deserve whatever consequence that comes out of my last night action because I was in every way ‘guilty as charged’. Last night I had disobeyed every word of humanity in me and went on to fulfill my long lustful desire in the expense of Ruth’s unconsciousness by having carnal knowledge of her which resulted to her being deflowered.

“Did you use protection?” she asked curiously

“Ruth I’m so sorry, I know I have….” I try to explain

“Did you use protection? Answer me!” she snapped loudly.

“No…no…can’t remember using any” I fumbled with words

“Oh my God!...Oh God!!, what have you done, why have you done this to me?” she suddenly cried out with tears flowing freely from her eyes and acted so terrified.

“It’s okay, I’m clean. We could go for a check-up in the day if you like” I try assuring her.

“It’s not about you Abdul, it’s about me”

“What do you mean?” I asked intensely as I try make sense from her statement

“I am sorry Abdul, I should have told you long ago” she spoke revealingly in a quiet tone.

“Told me that what?” I asked curiously as I was fighting hard not to belief what I was trying hard not to belief.

“My story” she simply said

“What story?”

Ruth quietly sat unclad on the bed; she looked lost into her distance like she had been hypnotized, her mood appeared more sorrowful which in turn intensified the already negative energy in the room. I inturn was ready to pay more attention to what ever detail she was about to spill for it would determine a lot on my future.



“I can’t tell for sure how I got to know about it but I felt I was born knowing it. I was born a very sick child who lived in incubator for a week or two and was fed from a tube. I was also adopted and as a child, I heard lots of stories about my real mother and the family which I wish I could meet to get more undiscovered answered.

I was told that my mother was a sexx-worker and drug addict and while pregnant with me she abused lot of drugs. I was told that while I was so sick, my biological mother will call and ask “Is she dead yet” and my adopted mother said she will angrily hang up the phone.

As a child, I never know why I was persuaded to take so much medication at that time, so at some point I stopped taking them and throwing them away but my adopted mother got wind of it and gave me a thorough explanation to my strange illness and that was an eye opener for me ever since” Ruth sadly narrated.

“And what is this illness?” I skeptically asked wishing that all I just heard Ruth narrate would be a lie.

“HIV!!”

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Deluxewize:
I sense you about to acquire the capital HIV.

U be winsh?

before u all start judging me for molestation....oyà wait.....it's all fiction and I'm here to entertain myself also with my own kind of story.
I was so inspired to write dis story of mine after watching '50 SHADES OF GREY' which never had a good finishing (for me shaa).so I felt I could do better with its Nigeria version.
So whatever you read here is just me trying to do what I do when I'm less busy.
please, you are all free to let me know how it's going down, criticism is allow. [I'm still a learner, I neva even start]™

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****Getting home, it was already 09:05pm. I gently laid sleepy Ruth on the bed in the guest-room and sat by the side to enjoy her beautifully shaped body grace my presence, all manners of thought flashed through my mind as I kept staring at a body that unconsciously lay so loose and provocatively on a bed in a room with me alone at it mercy. I easily pulled-off her cloth and her pink flower-pattern pant which she had on. I couldn’t help but have a feel of her smooth skin with my hands, I couldn’t help but have a feel of her succulent lips with mine, I couldn’t help but have her beautiful body grace mine, I couldn’t help but have…., like a snake upon its dead prey, I slowly creped on Ruth and took advantage of her vulnerability. I slowly kissed every part of her body from her eyes down to her nose, lips, ears, arms, nipples, and navel, ‘soft-spot’, thighs and to her toes. I could feel the adrenaline as it bubbles inside of me as I rubbed my palms all over her light smooth skin as I kissed along. As one of my palms found its way to the soft spot between her thighs, Ruth let out a soft moan and stiffed her body for awhile before totally withdrawing back to her unconscious state. I pulled off every fabric on me and mounted back on sleepy Ruth, slowly I gave her ‘a head’ and kissed every part of her body ones again.

“What you are about to do is evil….stop it!” a voice inside of me gently whispered

“It’s now or never, you can have her just for the nigh, she is yours for the taken…, do it” another voice cropped in to whisper

“Your action right now might mar your future…stop it!” the first voice warned

“This is the perfect moment for great pleasure; she will surely wake-up to appreciate it…, do it” the second voice persuaded.

“You can either ‘stop it’ or ‘do it’…, it’s your choice” my conscience whispered conclusively.

“Gush!!..... Who the hell are these guys?” I angrily thought aloud.

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As I drove away from the shopping mall into the ever busy road characterized with traffic, I noticed Ruth was looking dizzy but occasionally struggled to keep her eyes open by rubbing it with her palms. I apologized for what happened in the cinema and she told me that she had forgiven me that she only acted surprised and afraid of the effect of alcohol to her body system. As I drove further, I realized the liquor had taken its toll on her as she was fast asleep.

“Hey Ruth wake up, where do I drop you?” I tapped her lightly on her shoulder.

I realized it would be of no use bothering the sleepy girl as she was way far looking unconscious, I parked my car midway by the road side to do a quick thinking of way and manner on how to get my guest home safely at a time like 8:42 with no clue of where she lives and no idea on any of her relatives or friends to contact ***and speaking of calling***, I scrambled through her bag to find all sought of ‘lady’s things’, pair of red shoe, brown scarf, a big black cover bible, about three white plastics of drug and her phone. I grabbed her phone and saw several missed calls and messages, I read the messages and saw that most of it where from her network service provider while one of the messages was from ‘Bro. Paul’ whose message simply reads thus:

“U missed this evening fellowship and you are not picking my calls, hope all is well?”

Another message from ‘Abigail’ reads:

“pls if you are coming for tonight vigil, don’t forget to come along with my red shoe coz I will be making use of it tomorrow”.

Another message from ‘Mom’ reads:

“Sweetie, please don’t forget to use it”

I checked the missed calls and saw about three from ‘Bro. Paul’ and one from ‘Abigail’. As I dialed to call ‘Mom’ who I guess would be Ruth’s mother, the phone beeped ‘Battery low’ and suddenly went off. I was so disappointed, that could have been my opportunity of getting the sleeping beauty back home. I had no other option than to drive back to my apartment where she could pass the night and make it back home as early as possible….and that was what I did.

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