I just had a heated argument with my parents over my school grades. I left the house for my friend’s, whose house was just few blocks away from mine. Few minutes away from my block, some people dragged me into s nearby lawn by the roadside. There were two of them, I was carried into a bush around the neighborhood, they were not people I recognized. I was raped in turn. I was numb, I couldn’t lift myself. I wasn’t in great pains. I found myself at the hospital the next day, didn’t know you. The pain was so much. But the great pain came when I was diagnosed HIV positive. What could be worse than that? I wanted to end my life. I will forever be indebted to my parents. They stood by me and made sure I didn’t go through the phase alone. I was put on medication, and since it was detected very early, I was perfectly fine. I was down mentally. As time went by, I found purpose, things started exciting me again. I started engaging in volunteering activities to help create awareness on HIV/AIDS. My lowest point in life gave me fresh purpose to live.