I just wrapped up a month long soccer tournament/HIV seminar for young guys in my village. During the last class, I answered general questions about HIV transmission, condom use, and the myths surrounding these topics. I decided to get one of the participants to explain and demonstrate how to properly use a condom using an empty coke bottle, which went fine. I ended up stuffing this demo condom back in the box to throw away in the garbage basket in my kitchen when I got home.
As I believe I have previously mentioned, I have a crew of boys in the hood that like to hang out/terrorize my house on a regular basis. My most faithful little friend underfoot is the youngest son of my neighbor. He likes to just sit on my kitchen floor and watch me cook (aka wait for me to give him some of whatever food I’m making) while he practicing writing the numbers 1-10 over and over on some notebook paper. Another of his favorite pastimes is to dig through my garbage and find things to play with…
So imagine my surprise when one day last week I am sitting at my ‘dining room’ table writing a letter and out of the corner of my eye, there’s little 6 year old Yosiah, with a bright red strawberry scented condom in his mouth trying to blow it up like a balloon. Priceless.
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