SEASON 2

(PROLOGUE)

MY PROMISCUITY...

I waited what seemed like an eternity for the lab scientist to finally speak to me.

"You know that everything happens for a reason in life, and God knows why he allows certain things to happen to us from time to time..." he said.

What on earth is this guy trying to insinuate? "Do you consider yourself a Christian?" He questioned me, and I nodded, wondering what the talk show was all about.

Why was he being so cautious with me? "...then you must be familiar with Job's story..." he continued. I was irritated! He went on to say that Job only suffered persecution because God allowed it, and that the end result was better...

"This does not spell the end of the world." He said it again as he handed me the results.

"This is the start of a new era for you."

"You are infected with HIV." My world shattered around me, the room darkened, and I struggled to breathe. As I scanned the results, I was perspiring profusely. I knew exactly where to look.

I ignored all of the technical jargon on the page and focused my attention on the bottom of the page, where the status was written. Status: HIV  Positive.

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Do you believe in fate and destiny?

My relationship with Chifawu began on a high note. She loved with the naivety and innocence of a teenager; she was trustful, faithful, innocent, and not withholding.

In reality, she was withholding one thing... sex. At first, I was unconcerned. I loved the innocence in her eyes whenever she looked at me, the smiles on her face when we were together, and the fact that she couldn't live without me.

We were always seen together, so much so that we were dubbed "Love-birds." The following week, after submitting my ppa letter to Fed. Poly Idah, I checked back to see if I had received a response from the school's human resource manager.

"Young man, we've been expecting you!" he exclaimed after reading the copy of the ppa letter I gave him. He searched his drawer for a file in which he had saved all of the letters from corps members that had been delivered to the school.

He brought mine out and handed it to me. An inscription had been made on my letter at the bottom page. It was addressed to the poly's coordinator of the part-time program (continuous education program).

He directed me to the cec program's office block and asked me to inquire about the coordinator.

On his way out, I ran into the coordinator. I asked the secretary, and he pointed to a stout man with thick lips and thick brows, as well as hairs protruding from his ears and nostrils.

He was irritated that I had stopped him from entering his car, but his expression changed when he saw I was a corp member. "Can I assist you?" he inquired.

I showed him my ppa letter and informed him that I had been assigned to the unit. When he finished reading my letter, his face brightened. "come with me into my office," he said. He said as he led the way into his lovely office.

We passed a general office with a secretary and entered the door marked "Director of Continuous Education," where I sat on a seat facing a desk marked "Dr. Aneide." He explained how the poly's continuous education program, also known as the part-time program, works.

It was a part-time program offered by the school for students who worked full-time or were otherwise occupied during the week. Students attend lectures only twice a week, on Friday afternoons and Saturdays.

Not all departments were listed in the cec program because it was up to the department to enlist. Any department head who wishes to include his or her department in the program must provide at least three lecturers who will handle courses related to the department.

Lecturers are paid on a pay-as-you-go basis, with allowances for giving lectures, marking test scripts, grading papers, and marking exams. He informed me that, in the meantime, I would be in charge of some of the general courses offered by the students, such as calculus (mathematics related courses).

I considered myself to be in a disadvantageous position. I was to be attached to the cep unit, so I wouldn't be paid for the lectures I give, only for the end-of-month allowance the cep unit will pay me.

The pay wasn't great, and I had to find another way to support myself. He asked me to return the next day so that the o secretary could open a file for me with my credentials and give me the course outline and course content of the course or courses I would handle, depending on the situation.

Chifawu was waiting outside the hostel when I arrived. She had completely cut herself off from the other female corps members at the hostel. She describes them as "busy-bodies" who only gossip about each other.

We were both still at the local government council's corpers lodge. Her ppa, government girls secondary school, was wrapping up for the year, so the principal asked her to return for the following term, after which her housing would be ready.

She wanted to go home right away, but she stayed because she enjoyed staying with me. She insisted on traveling once I had sorted myself out. When I returned from the poly that day, she approached me and inquired about my trip.

I informed her of everything that had occurred. She tried to cheer me up by telling me that everything would be fine. We all went to the only place we could find solace at the corper's lodge: the c.l.o's room.

The community laison officer (clo) was a fellow corper who, like a platoon leader at camp, was responsible for all corpers serving at the local government.

He had his own room at the corper's lodge where we were, and since he was always busy at the nysc office, chifawu and I found solace in his room and used it whenever we needed to relieve the tension between us.

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We kissed, smooched, and romanced as usual, but there was no action. She let me handle her bare b're.as't and suck on her ni'pplee's while she was moaning softly; however, no action was taken.

We had previously disagreed about her prudence and rigidity when it came to sex. On the first stance, she flatly refused the idea of sex, claiming she wasn't ready for it.

We resorted to intense intimate acts that provided no real satisfaction! Actions that would result in my di'c'kk becoming hard for hours before succumbing to frustration and resting as a limp in between my legs.

I had pleaded and pleaded, but to no avail. Before she told me, I knew she was a virgin. She exhibited typical virgin tendencies; she enjoys romance, cuddling, and kissing without going all out! It was so frustrating for me that I had to express myself.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon, very soon." I just need some time." She kept promising me, but the time does not seem to be coming. We found ourselves alone in the room the next day. She made her usual advances at me as we lay on the bed that afternoon, but I didn't respond. "What's the matter?" she inquired.

"Do you still have concerns about the polytechnic matter?" she inquired. "No, I'm concerned about us; we're not making any progress." I told her about it. I wasn't in the mood to start her usual endless romance without action, so I brought it up again.

She tried to restart the romance, but I remained cold to her. She eventually gave up and chose a thorough discussion. She made it clear that she loved me enough to go the distance with me, but she needed something from me. "What is it?" I inquired. "You should get tested for HIV first!" she advised.

Her request surprised me. If that was what she required, she should have told me all along. "I've got condoms." I informed her. "No, I need to feel safe with you." I'm all in, and I'm not sure how reliable those condoms are.

Do the test for me, please." She was adamant. I dismissed it as a flimsy excuse. I got the impression she was grasping at straws and making up reasons not to be intimate with me.

The sooner I get tested and present the results, the sooner I can access that secluded warm c'un'ntt that has been waiting for me all along. "I'm going to do it." I made an announcement to her. "However, we must do it together." As an afterthought, I added.

With a smile on her face, she agreed. She knelt down and kissed me again, and this time I responded. 'I love you with all of my heart.' She spoke to me. "I looooove you as well." I replied.

What am I waiting for if an H.I.V test is all it takes to tap that lovely a'r'se and seal the deal? I was thinking to myself. We had the best romance of all time that night.

It was hot and passionate as we explored each other's bodies, turning on the source of our passion as we became entangled in the web of romance. But there was no fulfillment!