Giving It All Up ( To Him)


One of the things I dread most about going for my treatment in LUTH is waking up really early and the delay when I finally get there. I actually have to get there early to wait 3 or so hours to be one of the first people to be attended to. And when you realise that being attended to means going from one room to the other, getting cards filled, collecting forms, filling prescriptions and talking to various people, you will begin to appreciate better the sense of dread any approaching appointment gives me

Having my daughter has been the most monumental occurrence in my life. By far the most monumental. I never knew that you can love someone a 100% more than you love yourself. And be ecstatic about it. ( Well except for that one time when I fried 2 pieces of chicken for her but gave her only one… and when I hid the chocolates bar from her and said it was finished. Those times the love was shared 50-50 between us. But I digress.)  Anyone who follows this blog would know that one of my greatest fears has been that she may have inherited the HIV infection. Infact about a year ago, I wrote about how scared I was for her because she had been falling ill at an alarming rate, had boils breaking out all over, urinary tract infections and so on. I was particularly worried because I had not done the final confirmation tests that determined if she was HIV+ or HIV-, and I was scared that the former could be the reason she was always falling ill. At the same time, because of my work and accommodation situation I could not bring her over to do the necessary tests, so I was always on edge over her matter. It is one thing to live with HIV as an adult whose choices or lack thereof have landed you with the infection, but it is another excruciating, miserable thing to have to watch your innocent, helpless child, the love of your life live with the illness, knowing that you are the cause of that hurt in his/ her life, and that you cannot do anything permanent about it.

There is another part to this story though. I am a strong believer in the existence of God, maybe not the way a lot of other people do but a believer nonetheless; I would be a fool not to because I have had many things happen in my life that I cannot explain and I have had many bad situations turn around for good without my input. For several months both while I was pregnant and after I gave birth I prayed to God that this baby would not be infected. I begged and cried and pleaded. And to a large extent I would say concerning this baby I have had a certain assurance that He is in control. My assurance comes from the several miracles surrounding my pregnancy and her birth: the pregnancy survived bleeding, a fibroid,  anxiety attacks,  a quack doctor, drugs that could have caused serious abnormalities, and the birth defied all preparations for a CS by going into labour on the day of the operation. (You can read more about that in the previous blog if you haven’t already.) Even after her birth things began to happen that showed me that the life of this child was firmly held by God. And for me that is when I know God has spoken.

Anyway, this was my state of mind when I brought my daughter over to Lagos for the final tests. I was quite unhappy and dreading the visit to the hospital the  early wake-up time, the long wait, the lengthy explanations about why she had not come in 3 years, and the results. But I knew it had to be done. Just to reiterate, having HIV is not a big deal- scratch that- should not be a big deal. There are lots of illnesses for which people take drugs daily:hypertension, diabetes, and so on. The problem is that we are still treating HIV like it is special and restricting treatment to specific centres and times and as such creating a scarcity and stigma that should not be. This is what I do not want my daughter being saddled with. When I woke her up by 5am to have a bath and she cried, my heart broke. I was so sad that this would be what she had to do every month or so from now. We dressed up, however and left the house for LUTH by 5.45am.

It took at least 7 or 8 hours for the people at LUTH to find my daughter’s case note. Three years is a long time, you know. I took the opportunity to do my own test and consultation so I would not have to come back. By the time we went to see the pediatrician my daughter was cranky and hyperactive. The doctor as usual was professional and nice, and that is a lot considering that they have to work in a very tight and limited environment, when I told her about the illnesses my daughter had suffered she said they were not necessarily limited to people who are HIV+, nor were they a sign of the presence of the infection. She then sent me to do a HIV test for my daughter and come back with the result.

Waiting to get the test done took at least 2 hours. By then even the doctors had gone home. I was wondering how and when I would have to come back with my daughter for a follow-up consultation. I was so upset. Finally, one of my ‘people ‘ who came over to the lab and saw how angry I was made them take my daughter’s blood, then came the anxious wait for the results. During the wait I sat with several women who were discussing how they had contracted the infection from their men. It was a very interesting discussion that kept me interested and took my mind off my anxiety.

Finally the results were ready and instead of the lab guy to give me the slip he went and gave it to the counselor. That was when I ‘knew’. I mean if I needed to be counseled then the result was obvious was it not?  As I went towards the counselor’s office I found many of ‘my people’ in the corridor. They asked the lab technician if he had told me the result. Oh! It’s negative, he said. Relief, relief, relief. It WAS negative.

I write this story to encourage anyone out there thinking (a.) that something is impossible or (b.) that with the HIV diagnosis they have been given a death sentence in all spheres of life. If you believe in God, I will tell you from my own experience, just tell HIM what you want and let HIM decide how he will work it out. Christians like to say have faith; my own take on that is this- the faith that you muster to call on His name is enough. I do not believe God requires giant amounts of concentrated faith to do what He wants to do. I do not even think He needs our faith at all: the little you have is just necessary to show you, when the miracle finally happens, that it was indeed a miracle. I was not on proper medication for Prevention of Mother TO Child Transmission, I did not take the proper precautions to protect my child, instead I was even given drugs that could grievously harm both of us, but today she is healthy and free of the infection. If that is not a miracle, I do not know what is. So imagine what options are open to someone who took all the necessary measures and has the treatment locked down! You can marry, start a family and be healthy. There are people I have met with untraceable viral loads, several of them.  Do not despair, nothing is impossible, and with God EVERYTHING is possible. And this infection will soon be nothing.

If you do not believe in God, find it in yourself to believe in you. You were not born to be crushed underfoot by a problem. Find the essence of your life, what you are passionate about, and what you love to do and accentuate the positive. Say ‘YES’ to living a fulfilled life and you will be surprised how the answers will come out of the strangest places.

I am very, very, excited today. Very happy. My daughter can live her life independent of my mistakes. I am very grateful to God and I now understand when people say they do not know how to thank God. Jemima, Owi, MS, Asa, Sykik, Toinlicious,and everyone who has given me their support, pop something wherever you are in honour of this day. May all our individual joys be made complete and full.


Love, light and tambourines



24 responses »

  1. Ahn ahn! See as you write the story with suspense. My heart cut (there is no English to describe how i felt…lol). I felt palpable relief when i read she is negative. Thank God! I am so thankful and happy on your behalf. Pheww……

    Ms. Joie…stop it o. No dey fear person like that. That stupid lab tech should be flogged. Anyway, i am happy for the good news. Wishing you more blessings.

  2. Am teary right now…..babe…you radiate so much positivity, it’s freaking unbelievebale

    1 Corinthians 1:27 NIV
    But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.

    I am not just popping a drink, I am doing a thanksgiving to God for his love….he’s God. I wish i can put all the emotions running through me right now in words but, words fail me…lemme end by giving you the warmest and biggest bear hug the world over……

  3. Oh lord, I just knew it. Your tone was too positive for the test to be positive. #NowBreathing. I’m popping a bottle of Malta Guinness in celebration *group hug*

    I say it all the time and i’ll say again: you’re amazing. You make me feel like i can draw strength from you and take on anything. Thank you xo

  4. Am thankful and happy with you Ms J!!

    And mehn the suspense wasn’t easy jare..was torn btw scrolling slowly cos I wasn’t sure what would come next and scrolling to the end to find the result…ℓ☺ℓ

  5. Aww………. just popped in quickly to read all my peoples made my day babe, God is indeed merciful and i am close to tears right now…thank you Jesus

    Jemima (cldnt be bothered to log on)

  6. Relief !! .. U had me freeking out for a second there :). great to know your daughter is ok. Shots on me tonight, this time prada wears the devil. 😛

  7. hello, I just came across your blog today. You are a very strong woman and I admire your relentless spirit all through the rough journey of life. God is going to perfect His will in you, He loves you sooo much. Your testimony shall be Ps 126: 1-2 “When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them”.

  8. Hello Joie,

    I am a health educator/promoter for “infectious diseases” in Canada. The specialties I deal with include HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis A, B and C. A friend of mine introduced me to your blog and I am so inspired by your strength and courage to pull through. Even here in Canada, people are still uninformed about HIV but the ignorance isn’t as bad as it is in Nigeria. Many people still think they can contract HIV by casual contact, and do not agree with the fact that I hug and shake my clients. So many are lonely, especially the African immigrants because they have been stigmatized by their community, so my team makes an effort in making them feel loved and valued. We involve them in planning our programs, and I recently hired some to be peer workers in the community, so they can have a source of income. I really wish that Nigeria has more support to people living with HIV than what they currently have. Sadly, I have many Nigerian clients and they contracted It from their “husbands”, who knew about their status and never told them. The stories break my heart. I am going to introduce this blog to them so they can be inspired by your strength and resilience. I thank God your daughter is HIV negative, at least now, you only have to think of yourself and not for two. Please what is your email address, so I can email you privately. Take care dear…

    Ms. Daniels

  9. Hello Joie,

    How are you doing? Hope all is well and you are having a good week. Please I still look forward to receiving your email. Will like to email you privately. Thank you very much.

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