Story Of An Infected Player! Poem by Lesego Tsiu

I took it as a joke,
But now i'm dying slow,
One day at a time,
Looking at my life walking out that door,
Damn i should've listened to all those who tried to get me to stop.

I was in and out of clubs,
Walking into different doors,
Different person every weekend,
Didn't care even if i didn't have a raincoat,
I'd go in anyway 'cause Gosh! It felt good.

Now it doesn't feel good anymore,
'cause i'm waiting on the window period,
Praying and hoping for different results when i go back,
Even though i know i've been a bad boy all in the past,
Now i'm hoping to change the results due in 3 months,
Forgetting its because of the deeds of all my life.

I recall that moment when i went for the first test,
My heart was pounding and i felt like it was about to fall down right through my chest,
I was looking straight into the eyes of the nurse that was about to read out to me the results of the test,
I'm sorry, was her first word,
Oh God i couldn't believe my ears,
But she went on and on telling me about the window period and having to come back in three months for another Test.

Then reality hit me,
The stories of could've and should've started coming to me,
Thinking to myself,
I should've contacted brothers for life for some help,
Maybe get some advice on how to practise safe sex,
Information on circumcison and how to become a better and responsible man,
But now i'm laying here HIV+,
With nothing but regrets of all my bad deeds,
We know this is a story we can avoid telling one day,
And i hope you'll are educated by the content of this poem.