An “African” American’s perspective on World AIDS Day
He’s dead! “Uncle Martin is dead” was all I was told, a mere 14 year old Nigerian American girl, in the car with my mother, shocking waves pierced my heart over and over trying to understand how my 43 year old uncle could be dead. “She is dead” was the same verdict I received one year later from my mother that my aunt had passed away, leaving behind 7 children. My mind was confused as I tried to understand the depths of this conversation that my mother was trying to have, but AIDS was all she said. A.I.D.S. -- a four letter word that had the power to wipe out an entire continent.




