Today was wine day, but his mind was not there. He looked pale, his eyes sunken and dull like that of a person suffering from insomnia. His body was ravaged by the piercing eyes of BROTHERS but no one questioned his lack of enthusiasm on wine day.
The first day he heard of wine day, he thought he would drink to stupor, but he was dissapointed when he was served a red liquid with a taste he could not decipher. He was nauseating while gulping down the liquid.
The confession his brother made crossed his mind He could remember how his brother cried wile telling him that he was HIV positive. He knew his brother was indulging in premarital sex, but their parents never knew about it.
While he was swimming in his thoughts, one of the brothers tapped him. “ You sabi the donor of dis wine we dey drink” the brother asked. It dawned on him that he did not know; a picture was passed to him.
Immediately his eyes fell on the picture, he screamed with fear. The brothers were confused. “ we don drink contaminated wine” he burst out crying. He did not cry because the person in the picture was his brother,he cried because he would become HIV positive . His brother was killed and he drank his blood.
The wine day was ruined, the wine became sour in their mouths. They had drunk the wine to renew their strength but the wine renewed them rather.
