A day in AIDS hospital

November 13, 2006 latifah

They’re coming in…pouring in
Walking up and down
Some happy, laughing and smiling
Some in pain,but trying so hard to present happy faces
Some wrtitten sorrow all over their faces
Others written regret on their apprerances
They share their stories
Convencing one another with realities of living with dreadful, monsterss and painful disease is all the talk you keep hearing around the room.
Some are brought by their loved ones,they can barely walk
Others are on wheelchairs,death is all keep straring from their eyes

The queues ara so long, we’ve been here since the early morning
BUT,because a chance to a better life is all we’re waiting for
What else is there to do?
What else is there to achieve?
Others look frightned and scarered
As for the one next to me…I salute her
She’s positively promoting to others how she lives and mantains a normal life with her smoking and boozing as if nothing’s wrong.
“Its true-nothing’s wrong,its only that she’s infected” afterall she has to live a normal life just like any other normal living being in the world.FUCK! the status! and the HIvirus ,she must be crazy!

Some you can tell just by viewing and looking at them that-Gone are those days!
Whilst, others its like “I’m a size 32 but today I’ borrowed my brother’s/sister’s size 40 pans or T’s
OH! Shameless and mercyless is this HIV/AIDS

Its been 5, 10, 13, 20…..years
You hear others installing hope to the already hopeless
How terrifying but hearing them share eases the pains to others
Others have brought their babies and children whom are also sick
and you turn to ask yourself,Where did this AIDS come from?

There are various and different smells all over the room
Its smells terrible and making one feel like vomiting
Is it the smell of pills? different crowds of sick people? or is it the filthy smell of HIV itself?
“My mother use to warn me about running around with different men BUT I never listened and now I know I’m going to die and I deserve it” this one keeps going on.
Some of these people are in chains-maybe-emotionaly but not physicaly “I mean”
They are being brought here by the prison warders
What a shame and pity!
Some we know each other from the township as neighbours
BUT, because we’ve bumped into each other in this place
There are no friendly and neighbourly greetings as usual.
They seem ashamed and embarased
Shit! this AIDS is one thing capable of causing unnecessary hate!

With all thats happening around
I wonder…
Where am I going to end?
When is my turn?
When is the virus going to take over my fighting and willing body?
When will it all go away?
As strong as I can be
It is within this solid and concrete body of mine.
And slowly but surely


Entry Filed under: Journal,Poems

4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Rethabile  |  November 14, 2006 at 10:41 pm

    Keep writing, and keep interacting with your visitors. Sala hantle.

  • 2. Ron Hudson  |  February 20, 2007 at 1:19 pm

    Very powerful. I hope her test proves she is HIV- when all is said and done.

  • 3. julianna  |  April 9, 2007 at 9:49 pm

    I have just read this. Took a wander through this great carnival this evening and this one really stands out. Keep writing . From a poz girl in Ireland

  • 4. batum  |  June 11, 2007 at 6:52 pm

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