'Compulsory Counseling And Testing' Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Where ever I go I hear them saying 'Tipima'
They stigmatize by reminding me that olo ndine Pastor Bapima.
I decide to visit the social media, the first thing I see is 'Tipima'
I decide to seek comfort amongest my closest friends but still the words
are re echoed ati 'Tipima'
I become so confused and decide to take a walk where a motorist almost runs over me, in anger he shouts at me and adds to his statement at 'Tipima'
My brother died as a result of HIV and Aids and I too scared.
My sister became mad after learning she was positive and the treatment society gave her.

HIV and your friend Aids, whilst working together you have terrorized my Saul. You have made me an outcast in the society. You have brought segregation to my life.
Those that claimed to love me have deserted me my life has become so dry like the Sahara desert.
My life is flooded with problems like the floods behind the Tsunami causing a lot of harm than good.
You have disfigured my body causing it to have a lot of potholes. My face has shrink-ed like I am that ablution block that has been emptied by a sewerage tanker.
With the hopes lost, I wait patiently for death like a cow waiting for slaughter.
ARV's I take, have been conquered by HIV and his fellow criminal Aids, like the way Ghadaffi was conquered.
Your love and care can restore my hope. You accepting me in society can make me human again. My hope is in your hands. I didn't choose to live with HIV but the Virus chose to live in me.