A promise is a debt and just like a lannister i pay my debts. Its a slow saturday and the village is dull so why not get to the explosive part 2 i promised, for those who missed part one here is the link
http://www.kenyatalk.com/index.php?threads/hekaya-day-imei2012-quit-team-dry-fry-long-read.11216/
Seating on the edge of the bed with a condom ring on my tree and pondering my next move i engage the questioning mode i ask her when was the last time she took and AIDS test to which she responds that she last had one over six month ago:eek::eek::eek::eek: I ask her if she is sexually active, If she has a boyfriend, If she is safe , all of which she answers YES she seemed relaxed though which bothered me. In short I had had sex literally unprotected sex with a woman I had met the previous night who did not know her status. Stories are told of people who sleep around with many partners without contracting while others are told of those who contracted on the first attempt to have sex, I dont know which category i belonged to all I knew is that I had fucked up big time. God knows i prayed that day silently in my heart. I decide to jump in the shower as if i could wash what i had done off(remember president Zuma?) :(:(:(
Most guys would argue here that since the cd has already burst why dont you just now screw here kav kav truth be told i didnt even have appetite for it anymore and my willy would not have risen up either. I took along shower and she followed suit. The silent in the room was just too loud. She wanted us to have breakfast but i couldnt. I took her to the chemist and bought her a p2 pill gave her ksh 500 for her breakfast and made a flimsy excuse that I was running late and had to leave. I just wanted to be alone.
The trip back to Nanyuki was the longest I ever had. The thoughts ranging through my mind were many they ranged from me being a ceremonial send off by my colleagues- a soldier not felled by an enemy bullet but rather by his own tree @pamba s luwere was running through my head, I saw my dream of me with my wife and our two boys tending to our cattle huko vihiga go up in smoke everything that i have ever wanted now seemed gone under the drain. I cursed myself for bribing the duty roaster guy I thought to myself maybe that weekend i would have been on duty and not gone to Nyiri. Everywhere I looked I saw billboards saying Chunga jamii yako Tumia mpira, wacha mpango wa kando adverts were all over the radio while Newspapers were filled with living positely articles I even read Asunta Wagura column in the sunday Nation. Everywhere i looked I saw Vct centres it was like everything and everyone was talking about me:(:(:(. I did not have any idea about PEP. That night I didnt sleep at all. I googled all the material I could get on UTIs/ STDs/STIs/HIV&AIDS/veneral diseases. I religiously studied their early signs and symptoms, their treatment if any and their management and above all I looked at their gory Images and where to get help if in the US(fuck the CDC thinks everybody is in the US:(:(:()
Reality Sinks in…come monday morning i notice that that slit/hole on the tip of my willy is kinda blocked :eek::eek::eek:when i force to urinate the urine comes out as a sprinkler:eek::eek::eek: in all directions and slight burning sensation on closer scrutiny i observe that on boxers am wearing something like dried pus where the tip of the willy gets in contact with it. I take a shower and at this juncture I confide in my room mate that all is not well. He casually brushes it off as UTI, as time goes on the frequency to urinate increases and with each Urination the pain increases. At around 11pm i decide to swallow my pride and head to our camp medical station I never cared if i found a male or female doctor all i wanted was for anyone to cure my willy. Procedures at any hospital are just the same be it in the military or the civilian world. I got to the station and my card is fished out and told to wait. When its my turn to see the doctor i tell him how am feeling and he puts on plastic gloves to examine the specimen:D:D:D:D. After which he makes some not so good comments akina @Luther12 can be so cold at times uniformed or not He tells me to go grab some heavy lunch and come in the afternoon:eek::eek::eek::eek:.
Redemption…I was back at 1355hrs the doc came back at 1430hrs:eek::eek::eek: and immediately asks me in he opens his fridge and gets out a kasmall bottle with a clear solution in it places on the table and gets another bottle from the shelf with what seemed like a white powder, He breaks the top of the first bottle and sucks the whole liquid into a syringe and dungas the syringe in the second bottle and empties the liquid in it and shakes thoroughly and sucks it back to the syringe he asks for my arm and finds a vein, He dungas by vein and sucks alittle blood back in the syringe. At this point he warns me that the experience would be nasty and a soon as he would start pushing the contents back into the vein I will feel like throwing Up and that I shouldnt do it in his office since “hakukua nikiskia utamu:(:( so nisimtapikie!” True to his world i felt like it but nikajikaza kimwanaume:D:D:D:D He went to the pharmacy and got me some anti-biotics called nitrofurantoin, Now fellas antibiotics are nasty drugs their smell stick on you like flies on dump, they leave a bitter taste in your mouth, your urine and poop smell nasty and above all you sweat them and stick on your clothes. He also gave a full box of government issued sure condoms and gave me a lenghty lecture about safe sex. He even wanted me to bring the woman who “chomad” me:eek::eek::eek::eek: Its only after i had lied she was a whore that he let go but he told me to call her and advice her to seek treatment. he also told me to follow up with an AIDs test. I did sent her ksh 1000 and told her to go to a hospital. I have kept this hekaya to my closet where it belongs since then until recently i opened up to my friends over a couple of beer and truth be told i was amazed and what stuff men can safely tuck away, apparently most of them had at one point or the other been chomwad but they dealt with it like men - privately. we all laughed
Lesson learnt…Always practice safe sex that includes sexual escapades while drunk. AIDs is real and I was lucky to get away that day. PEACE AM OUT
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