For a long time it was typical to describe the AIDS epidemic in Africa as 'mysterious' and 'invisible', but that could hardly be further from reality. We have all shared the suffering of dying brothers, sisters and childhood schoolmates. There are empty seats at all of our tables, empty desks in our offices. But the loss of a friend or a relative is only the first rupture in the web of family generations that once protected our society.
Consider the wrenching experience of a woman I shall call Assumpta Mboya, who lives across the Great Rift Valley, in Nairobi. One of her 22-month-old twin daughters fell ill, and the doctor found that the baby tested positive for HIV. Soon afterwards, her baby died, followed by her husband. Then Assumpta had herself tested and confirmed her darkest fear. She still resists testing the surviving twin daughter who is now eight years old, even though she worries constantly about whether this girl is infected, too, and anguishes over what will become of her daughter if she herself dies first. Families like this are disintegrating across our continent, threatening the very foundation of our society.
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