a visit, not to the white
house but of white coats.
long queue of heads - grey
and black; each in a curved
row for his time; his turn.
now my turn. her warm smile
and gentle touch calmed not
my nerves. a silver metal in my
vein and my thick red liquid
flowed, like a stream of living
water into a plastic container.
a white envelope in the hands
of him clothed in white. "HIV -ve!"
just what my ears itched to
hear despite her breath and
mine, then, one; her blood, now,
a stream in mine - I laid with her
whose body, an altar for the legion.
another test: no long queue of
heads; no white coats; no warm
smile or gentle touch; no sticking
of syringe. just the two of us; He
and I. "Adam, where are you?" He
called out! result: God -ve. the truth
to my bruised, now scarred body,
damaged soul, and dead spirit.
1 Corinthians 6¹⁸, Genesis 3⁹, 1 Corinthians 6¹⁹
My heart started panting when I read that he wasn't still at peace after seeing HIV -ve. God abeg...!
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