HIV? Me? No, I’ married! (4)

It was five weeks later when Dike turned up at the surgery. If you haven’t met Dike and his family please meet them¬†¬†here and here “Nice to see you again,” I smiled as I ushered him into the consulting room. “How can I help you?” I asked after we sat down. “Well, I thought aboutContinue reading “HIV? Me? No, I’ married! (4)”

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (2)

After Mma left, I sat thinking. It all started coming back to me. It must have been like eighteen months ago or more that Mma and her children had come to register at the surgery having recently moved into the area from Africa. She had told me then that they had come overseas due toContinue reading “HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (2)”