"I don't think it will work out between us." Many of us have heard this or something similar, to signify the end of a relationship.
If it was unexpected, you will probably be upset for a while but eventually you will move on. For 22-year-old Brenda, she simply could not move on.
Her first boyfriend, the man she loved and thought would spend the rest of her life with had not only left her with a broken heart but she was also infected with HIV.
The betrayal left her crushed and all attempts to contact the man were futile. Seeking an explanation or at least any evidence of remorse, Brenda decided to go and confront him at his office.
She did not get far as she was escorted out of his office building by security and as for the man whom she gave everything; he did not even give her a second look.
Brenda was a university student with no means of catering for the medical expenses, but she swore she would find a way to survive.
One year had now passed since she found out her status and life had never been better. Brenda had quickly discovered that in life one had to use what she has to her advantage.
She had always been a beautiful girl and men would often chase after her with promises of forever loving and taking care of her. Lies and more lies.
She was wiser now and would not fall for their tricks again. However, there was no denying her beauty and that is what she would use.
She would smile at all the men who stared, accept their drinks and even indulge them once in a while. But for you to get her undivided attention for a night, weekend or more, there was a price to pay.
She now had a car, a steady source of income and her tuition balance had been cleared. As for those who found it too high a price to pay for her company, she would simply walk away for there were too many fish in the sea to waste time on one small Nile perch (or so it's said in Kenya).
"Men are frivolous creatures. You only need to smile, show a little skin and they come begging," Brenda thought to herself as she waved at the man seated at the opposite side of the bar.
He got up and came to sit next to her. That night as the man lay sound asleep next to her, Brenda pulled out the diary that she kept in her nightstand drawer.
Slowly she wrote, '107-Charles Mbela' and with a sinister smile on her face, she returned the diary and laid her head on the pillow.
Staring up at the ceiling, she could not help but feel accomplished. She was approaching her target of 150 men. These men will have paid for their lies and they will know what betrayal, just like she learnt, meant. In the end, the disease would be their atonement.
Loosely based on a true story of a university student who intentionally infected men with HIV. At the time of her death, she had compiled a list of more than 100 men some of whom were her lecturers.
The questions remain: when will enough be enough? When will we take responsibility for our actions? When will it all sink in?