It's my job to infect as many men as possible with HIV-AIDS

Dear Mr Editor

You know what, people think they are all that. You the Editor Included. Because some of us are living with HIV/AIDS you think we owe it to you to talk about it? To tell you how it feels to live with HIV/Aids? Were you going to be happy if it were your daughter saying that publicly in a newspaper like that?

Let me tell you something, how and what I do with my f*** up life is none of nobody's business. I sleep around as much as I want and I refuse to use condoms because I should give as much as I get. I was infected by a man and before I die I will infect as many dogs as possible.

I still look good and hot. Everyday a new man stops me and I never say no. I am always up for whatever. Men meet you today and demand to sleep with you same time. I give in. I never say no. I give them what they want. I give them Aids. And I will continue to give them as much Aids as possible before it finally kills me.

You see, I do not need some stupid government officials to tell me what and what not to do with my infected body. Not even you the Editor of Rise 'n Shine has the right to ask me to make your newspaper look good. I was infected by a man and I will make sure I return the favour. I repeat, it's my job to infect as many men as possible. I am not ashamed and I do not feel guilty about it.

Last but not least, the man who infected me did not even bother to be nice to me. So why should I be good to men? He is now married to some school girl in Modimole. He thinks he is all that. I have moved on from him but never forgave him. I no longer have love for man. I only smile and open my legs to fulfil my dream of infecting as many men as possible.

Mr Editor, my eyes bleed when I see a dog called a man. If I had a gun I would just pull it out and shoot randomly at such dogs. If I were a witch, no man would be alive today. If I were Bin Laden, no plane carrying a man would be flying in South Africa.

So, do not tell me what to do with my body. It is not my job to condomise. My job is to infect. I do not care about men. I will kill them one by one. They can all go to hell for all I care. Your ARV's can also go to waste. I do not have time to queue with stinky fucked up dying people in hospitals. So, why must I bother about ARV's? I refuse to take them.

Besides, these girls at hospitals always laugh and ridicule you for asking for ARV pills in hospitals. What they do not know is that they are laughing at a woman like them and what happened to me can happen to them. Better still, I can do them a favour by infecting their husbands who in turn will infect them. It's a f*** up world, a very sick world. And I am not afraid to die.

So, that is my story Mr Editor. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?

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