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“Mr. Chisom, you are under arrest for endangering the life of another citizen,” the policeman said. Chisom was standing in front of his department at the university when the police arrived. “Endangering who?” He asked them. “We’ll explain in detail when we get to the station,” the policeman answered. Students looked on as the police handcuffed Chisom. He looked calm, refusing to show any signs of fear or worry. The police gently shoved him into the back of their van. Some of his classmates wondered what he had done. Minutes after he was driven away, Bernard received a text from Pankti, one of their Indian classmates. The text message read:

Is it true that Bernard has HIV?

Bernard was confused. He could not tell where that was coming from. He replied Pankti’s text debunking the claim, and then minutes later, he received five more messages from other classmates. Oluchi had been spreading the word. Soon, the entire department was swirling with the news that Chisom was HIV positive and that he had been arrested for endangering a girl’s life. No one seemed to know who the girl was. Bernard did not believe a word of the rumor. He called his father who had been living in London for years and asked him to get Chisom legal help.

“Baby, I will be back in a minute,” Azubuike said. He rolled out of bed clutching his phone. “Who are you calling again honey?” The girl whom he called baby asked. She wore a frown on her face as Azubuike headed for the bathroom. They had been lying naked in bed after a steamy sexual encounter. “I have to talk to a business partner,” Azubuike lied. He had received a text from Oluchi saying that she was sorry for not getting in touch for a while. He had been trying to reach her, so her text triggered the urge to talk to her. He sat on the toilet seat and dialed her. Finally, her voice came on the other end. Azubuike’s temporary girlfriend or rather, bedmate tiptoed to the door of the toilet and pressed her ears against the door. She listened hard in a desperate attempt to find out who he was talking to.

“Honey, what is going on with you?” Azubuike asked. “I have been very sick love. I had food poisoning. I thought I was going to die. I thank God for the doctors and nurses who saved my life.” “Should I fly to London? I am really sorry to hear that. I wanted to call Chisom to make sure that you were okay. I was really worried. How are you now? You should have texted or called somehow. I miss you so much my love,” Azubuike said. “I am much better now honey. I am still taking medication though, but I should be fine.” “Maybe I should fly to London to take care of you.” “Oh! There is no need for that. I am sure you have a lot on your hands. I am a big girl…I can take care of myself.” “I will wire some money to you then. I am sure you need some cash.” “Thank you sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

Oluchi’s fear dissipated…at least, Chisom had not sent any videos to Azubuike. “I will check my account in three days my sweetheart,” she said as they ended the call. “I will do an express transfer. You will get the money in two days!” “Aww!!! You are such a darling.” She blew a loud kiss into her phone that was meant for Azubuike. He replied with equal energy. The girl who had been eavesdropping on the other side of the door had heard most of his discussion. He had intended to keep his voice down, but as Oluchi began to describe her illness, he lost his concentration. He pushed the door open and walked naked back into the bedroom. He was greeted by a blast of water to his face. His bedmate had quickly filled a bucket with water in the kitchen. In anger, she dumped the bucket of water on Azubuike’s face.

“What is wrong with you?” He shouted. He was more worried about the rug than he was about himself. “What do you take me for?” She asked him. “Some idiot? Who were you talking to in the toilet? How many other girls are you sleeping with?” Azubuike walked closer to her and landed a face-deforming slap on her face…“Tozaa!!!” “How dare you slap me?” She yelled as she dropped on her knees. Stars began to appear and disappear in her vision. For a moment, it felt as though she was flying in the air; zigzagging through the clouds as shooting stars flew past her at incredible speed. She held her face in her palms. When she removed her hand, she could barely see. A ball of darkness clouded her view. “Come on, get out of my house,” Azubuike yelled at her as he threw her clothes at her. He quickly jumped into a pair of jeans. “You are callous! Men are dogs…sick dogs!!!” She yelled as she entered the bathroom to don her clothes. When she reappeared, she walked hastily to the door, picking up her shoes and purse as she marched like a soldier to the door. “You have not seen the last of me cheat!!!” She threatened. Azubuike locked the door, got dressed and then left for the bank to wire some money to Oluchi.

“You slept with a young girl by the name, Oluchi Chijinka without protection even though you knew of your HIV status,” a police interrogator said to Chisom in the interrogation room. Chisom began to laugh. “You are joking, right?” He asked the policeman. “We are currently testing Miss Chijinka and we need your blood for a test if you would be willing to volunteer, otherwise, we’d have to talk to a judge for a warrant to have you tested.” ‘Why are you doing things backward?” Chisom asked him. “How do you mean?” “You got me arrested without evidence. Someone walks into your office and tells you that I have HIV and that I slept with her without protection and you buy it, right?”

“We have a duty to protect our citizens and the university will do all it can to protect its student. The girl you slept with is a student, so the university is keen to get to the root of this.” “I think you have twelve hours to release me if you don’t have evidence against me, which you do not have. So, I am not going to make this easy for you. I refuse to be tested until I see a warrant. Why should I cooperate with you? After you got me arrested in front of my fellow students like a criminal” “So no more word, Mr. Chisom,” a lawyer said as he badged into the interrogation room. “I am barrister John Snow, your legal counsel. This interview is over,” the lawyer said with infectious authority.

Bernard’s father had quickly contracted the services of a top lawyer to help free Chisom from police net as soon as Bernard informed him of his friend’s fate. “We will come back with a warrant,” the interrogator said as Chisom and the lawyer left the room. “I will be waiting for you. When you do, please call me. Now, come with me. They have no evidence whatsoever to hold you here,” the lawyer explained to him.

“Is it true?” Bernard asked him. He had just arrived at Chisom’s apartment. “The HIV story?” Chisom asked him. “Yes.” “Of course not. Oluchi is a crazy schemer. She will stop at nothing to get at you if she sets her mind to it. It is time I turned the tables real good against her,” Chisom explained. He had picked up a new SIM card on his way back from the police station. “Thanks for having your father get me a lawyer,” he paused to say to Bernard. “Anything for my friend,” Bernard answered casually. “I bought this new SIM card because I want to act anonymously,” he explained as he slotted the SIM card into his phone having removed his original card. He downloaded the videos he and Bernard had stored on an email box he created specifically for this purpose. They were careful not to save the videos on their computers in case Oluchi went to the police for blackmail. He plugged his phone onto his laptop and transferred a video from the laptop to the phone. He and Bernard looked at the video one more time before sending it to Oluchi.

The video had been shot from behind Chisom, revealing only his back while Oluchi’s entire face beamed onto the camera like a sun glaring down on mother earth. Chisom deleted the video from his phone and switched SIM cards, storing the new one carefully away. Moments later, his phone vibrated. “It is her,” Chisom said looking at the phone. “She got the video…I am sure she is pissing in her pants now,” Bernard said with a wry smile on his face. “Let her sweat. I am not taking her call yet,” Chisom said. A moment later, Bernard’s phone rang. Oluchi was calling. He too did not take her call. In a space of five minutes, she called each of them at least, ten times. Finally, Chisom answered. “You can’t do this…you can’t let anyone else see me like that. What do you want?” She was yelling in utter hysteria. The video had done its job.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Chisom answered nonchalantly. “Of course you do…You know what I am talking about, Chisom.” “I am not talking to you anymore, Oluchi. I will be at University tomorrow. You better start telling everyone that you told a lie against me. Bye.” He hung up on her. Moments later, there was a knock on Chisom’s door. It was the police. “I am afraid we have a warrant to test you for HIV,” the investigator said flinging a piece of paper at him. Chisom stared at the paper for a moment. “Do you want my blood here or at the hospital?” He asked him. “We need to go to the hospital with you.” “Am I under arrest?” “No you are not….not for now.” “Good, then my friend Bernard can come with us.” “Yes he can.”

They took his blood and ran the tests. A few days later, it was confirmed that Chisom was HIV free. Imogen was in his office when Chisom and his lawyer arrived. “Good to see you again Imogen,” Chisom’s lawyer said. “Good to see you, John. What can I do for you?” Imogen asked. “This is my client, Chisom Uzonna. He was wrongly accused, arrested in front of his friends and peer by the university solely on the account of a young lady, and after due diligence, which should have been done before the arrest, it was found that he is actually HIV free. I am sure you know where we are going with that. We are willing to settle out of court with the university, but if we don’t hear from you in three days, my client and I will file a law suit against the University for character assassination and defamation to the tune of two million pounds,” John Snow explained to Imogen.

“That is preposterous. We received a complaint and we acted on it as we should!” Imogen protested. “And you arrested him in front of his mates and spread the word that he was HIV positive. That is very damaging. I am sure you don’t want to go to court over that.” “We did not spread the word. Maybe the girl did.” “You should have asked for a test before an arrest. You screwed up Imogen. You should talk to your boss and get back to me in three days.” John Snow and Chisom rose to their feet and left, leaving Imogen sweating profusely. She began to dialog with the top echelons of the university who were extremely mad at her for not following due diligence.

Two days later, Imogen resigned as the university lawyer. Oluchi was contacted by the university. “We are facing the likelihood of a serious law suit because you brought a false complaint to the university which the university lawyer, who has just resigned followed up without thinking it through. We would like to inform you that should the university end up in court or with a hefty out of court settlement, we will go to the full extent of the law to exert punishment on your for falsely accusing another student,” the university secretary explained to her.  She was panicking after the meeting with the secretary. That was when Chisom cornered her for a quick chat.


Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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