My phone can diagnose HIV but how do I get the drugs?

A device attached to your phone could soon be used to diagnose HIV in 15 minutes! This exciting new device could help the poorest people across the world to take control of their own health. Uses only a finger prick of blood. Cost only $34 to manufacture. Small enough to fit into one hand DoesContinue reading “My phone can diagnose HIV but how do I get the drugs?”

Nma comes to the clinic.

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (26) I saw she was booked in to see me. It was exactly a week after her husband and she had been together to see me. I was glad to see her name in the list of patients I was to see today. “Hello Nma,” I smiled at her. SheContinue reading “Nma comes to the clinic.”

Blackmail

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (25) So that was it? Apology over? Not even the slightest pause to see what I would do with his incomplete¬†apology? He was ready to carry on as if nothing had happened. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of banging down the phone. Or maybe screaming at him.Continue reading “Blackmail”

The phone call

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (24) “Hello my good Doctor,” Dike drawled. “Hello.” I replied in a cold voice. I was in no mood for niceties with him. “Can I help you?” “I hope you are not too busy. You doctors need to make out time to rest, go on holidays…” Unbelievable! What was thisContinue reading “The phone call”

A doctor’s life.

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (23) By the thirty-sixth patient, I was exhausted but happy. ‘What a hard life a doctor’s life is,’ I mused as I bit into my nearly stale sandwich which I didn’t get to eat at lunch time because I was running late. I could feel a mild headache at myContinue reading “A doctor’s life.”

HIV? Me?

HIV? Me? No, I’m married! (22) It was just a short walk from my car into the surgery but the weather was so windy and wet that my dainty umbrella was useless in all that ferocity. I got a bit wet. As I hurried into the surgery, the receptionist called out to me. ‘Dr Ezii,aContinue reading “HIV? Me?”

The policy on violence.

HIV? Me? No, I’m married (21) I sat through the doctors’ weekly meeting like a zombie. I barely heard what was going on. I nodded when someone spoke to me and smiled at my colleagues. All I could think of was what had happened an hour ago in my consulting room. I felt anger buildingContinue reading “The policy on violence.”

Living with HIV

HIV? Me? No, I am married! (20) “Your wife has HIV.” I said, my eyes fixed on Dike’s face. “What! HIV!You cant be serious!” Dike jumped up from his seat. For a moment I thought he was going to smack my face. Frightened, I quickly got on my feet. From the corner of my eye,Continue reading “Living with HIV”

HIV? Me? No, I am married! (19)

“Eh…do you mean menopause?” “Yes! That’s it! She must be at menopause,” Dike responded. “Or you have infected her with HIV.” I wanted to snap at him. He must know! Why was he pretending? How long was he going to keep up the charade? I controlled my thoughts and tried to keep a straight face.Continue reading “HIV? Me? No, I am married! (19)”