She infected me with HIV/AIDs but I still love her

Allow me to call her Cathy. I met her at Maseno University. Cathy was a true definition of beauty. Forget about Campus girls who paint their lips with duracoat as if they are competing with the rainbow.

 I had dated only fourteen girls, but none of them could surpass her beauty. If I had political ambitions, Cathy could be the symbol of my Mama Watoto Democratic Party (MWDP).

 At first, I thought she was Miss Egerton University or modeling, but after stalking her for weeks I realized she was an English literature student.

 As one of the strong members of team Kula Kwa Macho, I kept staring at her whenever she passed. For the entire semester, I kept praying and wishing she could be my girlfriend.

One Sunday morning I bumped into her heading to the church. Although I had not planned to attend the service, I canceled changed my plan and accompanied join her in the search for the Kingdom of God.

 If Jesus came back on that day I am sure I would not have gone to heaven. As the man of God was preaching and casting out all sorts of demons, I kept looking at her at an acute angle.

 At the end of the service, I offered to buy her lunch. I know you are already thinking am from a rich family.

I only parted with Sh75 to get her into my arms. She looked at me, smiled and accepted. We walked to the mess and feasted on several Chapatis and beef stew. After the meal, she thanked me for the offer and gave me her number.

Getting a girls number at the university was a great achievement. For weeks, I kept calling and wishing her good nights until one night I decided to pour out my heart.

 Initially, I thought she would say no. I had never seen a serious man like Karanja walking with Cathy before.
When she assented to my vibes I felt like I was the only man in the world. During the whole semester, I was the envy of the Team Mafisi Sacco top brass.

A day could not end without meeting Cathy. She could spend nights in my room and could discuss business for hours.

It was a Friday evening Cathy started feeling week. I had to take her to institutions health unit for medication.

It was there that the sad news was broken. The nurse informed me that Cathy was HIV positive.

I walked out in confusion. I could not imagine that my days were numbered. I started missing classes and taking alcohol like no one’s business.

I used to talk to her but I felt she had ruined my life. When we went home for the long holiday she never called me. I tried to reach her but her phone was switched off.

 It is two years down the line and I don’t know anything about her but my heart keeps yearning to see again. I truly love Cathy.