By Moses Abeka
You must heard the news of the breakthrough in biomedical research. A vaccine which clears HIV by 100% in monkeys, our genetical brothers, was discovered meaning that if the virus is successful in humans, the age old battle against AIDS will be history!
Interesting, isn’t it? A world without HIV triggers curiosity. How will people in this dot com generation welcome the news and live with it as a reality of life? How will the HIV free generation be?
The prophetic, all seeing Big Eye has foreseen the future, from the moment the news broke, yours truly reveals how people will live knowing that AIDS is as curable cough!
On the night the vaccine was confirmed to cure the deadly virus in humans, the ladies of the night from all the dark corners and streets came out in light to celebrate. They tore their knickers and bra in celebration, throwing packets of rubber in the sky. They announced a once in a lifetime opportunity giving all free all night service to their customers who were present at the scene and had reserved the world’s oldest profession despite the dark age of the all-conquering virus.
A week after, they hiked their services in response to insatiable demand. Some who had given up the profession dusted the cobwebs in their item of trade and hit the streets in Adam’s suit. Husbands laughed ear to ear. The world had never been happier.
Then I moved to a university campus, sugar daddies and mummies packed their sleek cars outside lecture rooms, gave timetables to their clients who made photocopies and hang them in their rooms.
All good counsel fell on deaf ears as the drugs, just like panadol, were readily available in groceries and pharmacies around town.
I heard the cry of the mothers tearing the pathways of the villages, reverberating between the corridors in the towns.
I felt the pain of the fathers. They spat bowls of curses at their seeds, parents whose children were controlled by body desires and orgies.
I drove past a swanky office in the big town (I guess I will be driving then) . I saw a man scratching his pot belly cursing scientists as he closed his offices. He had made a fortune out of the AIDS scourge. He had set up an income generating venture in the name of NGO. He was out of business. He drove back to his estate, his wife donning a sparkling diamond necklace embraced him suggesting they rebrand as they could not afford to lose funds from overseas to complete the satellite estate.
There was untold happiness. People tested for AIDS as a leisure activity, after every intercourse. Condom factories were on the verge of closure.
The fashion designers were at it again! In the previous age, they designed attires that showed off the back, there came the navel revealing attires, then the thighs. As if we had not seen enough, the cleavage, yes, the breasts followed as focal point of emphasis in their designs. The ones in the HIV free generation were a notch higher, showing part that had never been gladly exposed public. It ceased to be called “private part”.
I wound up the evening at a night club. The spirits of Sodom and Gomorrah were alive. Amanda Angels resurrected. If you did not know how to twerk then you were unfit to dance. Cameras and smart phones were not allowed at the entrance. At the VIP section, virgins auctioned their virginity to the highest bidder. My eyes hurt. Owners of clubs got hefty commissions.
As I retired home in the night, I could not believe my eyes. What I saw is not fit for publication. Yes, I reached home and turned on the radio as I went to sleep. There was a radio announcement. Priests had been officially allowed to marry. The next day, a debate on nuns marrying ensued, they were also granted the permission. The traditions of the world fell and crashed crumbling like ruins and were blown off from people’s mind like dust dunes in a desert.
I opened the Bible to say my prayers before sleeping. I opened the last Book, read the last verse; “Yes, I am coming soon! Amen! Come Lord Jesus”.
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