08/10/2026
My name is Peter. I was born with HIV.
My mother didn't know she had it. She only found out when I was always sick as a baby. She cried for days. She thought she had killed me.
But the doctors told her, "Your baby can live."
I grew up taking medicine every day. At school, I hid my drugs because children laughed. I felt cursed.
When I was 16, my mother sat me down and said, "My son, your status is not your identity. You are not HIV. You are Peter. You are intelligent. You are loved. God still has a plan for you."
That day changed me.
Today I am 28. I am a teacher. My viral load is undetectable — which means I cannot transmit it. I am healthy. I go to the gym. I preach in church.
HIV did not stop my life. Shame almost did.
To you reading this:
If you are NEGATIVE — stay safe, be faithful, use protection, and never laugh at someone who is positive.
If you are POSITIVE — you are not alone. Start treatment. Take it every day. You can live long, marry, have HIV-negative children and achieve your dreams.
We don't die from HIV. We die from giving up.
Know your status. Get tested. Stop stigma.
RECEIVE IT!