If I kept it to myself - World YWCA
If I kept it to myself - World YWCA
If I kept it to myself - World YWCA
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<strong>If</strong> I <strong>kept</strong> <strong>it</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>myself</strong><br />
money I made for transport back <strong>to</strong> the village<br />
<strong>to</strong> bring more bananas, and w<strong>it</strong>h time and some<br />
l<strong>it</strong>tle prof<strong>it</strong>, I bought other <strong>it</strong>ems like pota<strong>to</strong>es,<br />
chapattis and fish, enlarging my s<strong>to</strong>ck by the<br />
roadside.<br />
Among my regular clients was a taxi driver, who<br />
proposed <strong>to</strong> me. I accepted, as my business<br />
needed more cap<strong>it</strong>al, which he promised <strong>to</strong><br />
provide. I thought I had h<strong>it</strong> the jackpot; my<br />
business would grow, since I had a sponsor. I had<br />
bigger plans, like becoming a businesswoman.<br />
I knew I would soon be able <strong>to</strong> solve all my<br />
children’s problems and pay for school for my<br />
younger brothers and sisters, who were still in the<br />
village. The l<strong>it</strong>tle money he gave me attracted me<br />
<strong>to</strong> him.<br />
In January 2001, after a few months of courtship,<br />
he suggested that we live <strong>to</strong>gether. This would<br />
help me save some money <strong>to</strong> send <strong>to</strong> the village<br />
<strong>to</strong> take care of the children’s needs. After two<br />
months of living <strong>to</strong>gether, he s<strong>to</strong>pped me from<br />
working, promising <strong>to</strong> take care of all my needs<br />
and those of my children back in the village. I<br />
didn’t like the idea of s<strong>to</strong>pping work but I had<br />
already comm<strong>it</strong>ted <strong>myself</strong>. He hadn’t introduced<br />
himself <strong>to</strong> my parents, so he didn’t pay any<br />
dowry. He was over 48 years old when we joined<br />
houses. In December 2001, I gave birth <strong>to</strong> a baby<br />
boy, who is three years and eight months old<br />
now.<br />
My partner’s major worry was that I would get <strong>to</strong><br />
know from other people about his HIV pos<strong>it</strong>ive<br />
status. He had been looking for someone <strong>to</strong> look<br />
after him during his sick days, which since he had<br />
lived long w<strong>it</strong>h the virus, he expected <strong>to</strong> come.<br />
In March 2002, he fell very ill and was bedridden<br />
for seven months. I became suspicious of<br />
his health. When he went for treatment, I<br />
checked around the house and eventually<br />
found a receipt from an organisation where<br />
they treat HIV pos<strong>it</strong>ive people. I got so scared<br />
and wondered what <strong>to</strong> do. I approached one<br />
of my relatives whom I knew was a member<br />
of this organisation. I showed her the receipt<br />
and she confirmed my suspicion. However, she<br />
counselled me and advised me <strong>to</strong> take things<br />
in a simple manner since <strong>it</strong> was likely that I was<br />
already infected. When my husband came back,<br />
I couldn’t find the right words <strong>to</strong> ask him about<br />
his status. I had heard that he was pos<strong>it</strong>ive from<br />
the neighbours, but I didn’t believe them since<br />
he had looked so healthy. Besides, we lived in<br />
a slum w<strong>it</strong>h so many idle people who will say<br />
anything about people.<br />
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For the seven months while he was bedridden,<br />
life was so trying. We had begun starving<br />
because he no longer worked and the l<strong>it</strong>tle we<br />
had was taken away by paying his medical bills.<br />
We decided <strong>to</strong> part<strong>it</strong>ion the house, staying in one<br />
room and finding tenants <strong>to</strong> pay for upkeep. They<br />
sometimes failed <strong>to</strong> pay but chasing them away<br />
didn’t make much difference, as new occupants<br />
were the same.<br />
The neighbours always gossiped and laughed at<br />
me. No one wanted <strong>to</strong> vis<strong>it</strong> us since my husband<br />
had Tuberculosis (TB) and <strong>it</strong> was believed that<br />
TB could be spread <strong>to</strong> others in your midst. Life<br />
seemed very unrealistic <strong>to</strong> me. I had less breast<br />
milk due <strong>to</strong> lack of food and <strong>to</strong>o much work<br />
w<strong>it</strong>hout rest. I always borrowed things from the<br />
nearby shops and got drugs on cred<strong>it</strong> from the<br />
nearby clinic. We accumulated debts. I didn’t<br />
want my parents <strong>to</strong> know about my “unknown”<br />
husband’s health.<br />
My mother always sent messages wondering<br />
what had happened <strong>to</strong> me since I wasn’t