Do they need certificates of names? If they do, then I too do to be recognised by every one or to be rejected for double names; for no one with two identities is one. But I am AIDS, I am SIDA. I am one.

I am frightful. I am hated. I am disliked to everyone whom I enslave. Some believe I exist not. Some think fiction I am. But I am real for I am seen. I do the work that I was told. I kill. I reduce rations of men. I drain their streams. I feed from the waters of their blood. I shade in the cells of their streams. I cause intestines to empty contents. But some call me fake and go about their business where I find pleasure and a way to invade.

Many people mock me and give me names. Some call me eight. Some seven plus one. Some call me the new one but never before me. No one dares to say he is keeping me, for others will run away from him.
Those whom I have colonised curse themselves for being negligent in the past.

My friends are few. My enemies more. They seek ways to destroy me, but find not weapons to take their care. I have my proof where I do live. In the cells of men, I make my shelter and transform them into demons that doctors see and think it is me, and destroy them while I live in.

The cells reduce as mine grow more. And my colonies call me not while the patient goes to sheol, and people think it is poison slow.

Native Doctors drink from them that believe not that I am he whom they picked while pleasures flowed, and they drain from ignorance and trust.

I kill the men who fear me not and take their wives and children too. I take their friends whom they forsake and make the line prolong the course.

Part II
I was born of Hitler’s blood. In two thousand and twenty–six, I am eighty eight. If I were left to grow, my job would have gone so old.

Then came a man that Jews disliked, who killed the man that was designed to make a destroyer of me, that wayward men would fall prey and die.

My master died. He was a Jew. His job was left unfinished. Then Holocaust came and burnt the house where I lived and killed the equipment too.

The years rolled by, then all went numb. The holocaust went numb too. Then came the day the world broke two. The dumb in East, the deaf in West. I found myself among the deaf and so was born again.

The master, new, and house too, where I was now to grow. My room, a LAB of a tight sort. My instruments, sharp and piercing. They got me from a monkey’s stream around the Congo’s trees. They made a weapon of me and had their purpose three.

The first of them a weapon war to fight the men of East. Then came the men who sex their type; the wayward and druggists too.

The last of them, my master knew. The Earth was small and men grew more and lacked the place to make them stay. So numbers must be made to slow.

Like one man, they all agreed Together in joint matriculation; they formed the unholy trinity, to make me fight against all odds.

I fear to call the names of all, together with the master Jew who headed the cultivation team, in a room called Merryland hall.

For years I was studied in various forms, to make sure that I was not harmful to all, for I was cultivated for a group of few, and not to kill the masses all.

Then when they saw that I was armed and only meant for the chosen few, at an airfield where many came to see their love ones go, there, I was released a dozen times to pass the tongue of those who spoke, for porous their tongues I could easily go, to the stream where I was meant to stay.

I knew not wounds or blades or pins. I knew that I was made to kill, for those whom the trinity displaced; my mission must be made to stay.

Part III
I said before, three masters I had. The first was the group of states, who hated the man from the East, and made me a weapon man. He left me lose among the men of arms, grouped together at a battle field, who fell ill without a cause, gradually waning from the hopes of health.

The second was the group of Nations, among whom stood the group of states, that seemed to be the master of all and made dictates to the group of Nations, the reasons for my wanted birth.

There were too many mouths to feed and smaller Nations always beg, and put to birth every minute, and make the grains too small for all.

I had the duty to curb them down and many millions to die than born, to bring demography to lowest ebb because population can make great strength.

My master three was a godly man. He named himself the holy one. He saw the world another Sodom and Gomorrah was not left apart. He wished me then to destroy all those unfaithful to their loves, and those who saw sex as a game among the faithful of the church.

So was I made as a robot cop. to fight the fight they could not fight among men of different races, who looked on them as men of good. To win their fight, they made it clear, that yet no weapon could be found to destroy me in the streams of men and gave no room to trace the truth.

For all Nations I attacked, raised their scientists against me, and when they found any discoveries, my masters said it was a lie, to let me alone to fight their fight.

Because I was cultivated, they called me acquired. Because I was indomitable, they called me immune.  Because I was artificial, they called me deficient and because I was in blood cells, they called me syndrome. And so I became Mr. Acquired, Immune, Deficiency Syndrome alias AIDS, alias SIDA.

I know my road is straight to hell. I have killed both great and small, and hope to kill a little more, before years I shall be called to rest.

I am AIDS, I am SIDA. I am every ill but health. For decades of years I see no weapon that will ever destroy me, for rebirth shall be in another form, and my brothers shall fight with me.
I am AIDS. I am SIDA. I am both but health.

Be the first to comment this article

Write Your Comment
Please keep your comments relevant to the subject of this story.
Your Names:
E-mail Address:
Title of Comment:
Write your Comment:
Security Code:*