“Living with HIV has made me a strong person. Though my legs hurt and my back is arching, I still have the will to struggle and sweat. Sometimes, I wish I felt better. I know the minute I do, I will get some goats and some chickens to raise. You see, there is nothing I have not done. A few years ago, I was running a shop and I single-handedly raised my son to become a good man. I sent him to boarding school and now he goes to college. He has never failed a subject even though there was no man to guide him in his life. I am his father, I am his mother. I might be gone soon. But my heart will leave in peace because I know my son will not have to suffer in life like I had to.”