CONTINUATION        

              ‎THE SILENT TRUTH 

Chapter Four — 
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‎After their conversation, Amara stepped outside the small café where they had met.
‎The air was still, heavy with the weight of everything that had been said.
‎The man had finally spoken   not in defense, but in regret.
‎She could see it in his eyes: the guilt of years lived in silence.
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‎Amara’s heart felt torn, yet strangely calm.
‎She had come for answers, and she had found them  not in his words, but in his fear.
‎It wasn’t hatred that filled her now. It was understanding.
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‎She looked at him one last time and said softly,
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‎ “Then stop being scared. Go back to the clinic. Get treated. You can still live 
‎ really live.”
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‎For a moment, neither of them spoke.
‎Then she turned and walked away, not with anger, but with purpose.
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‎That evening, she sat alone, replaying everything in her mind ,
‎the hospital, the messages, the silence, the truth.
‎She had spent so much time asking why, when the real question was what next.
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‎That night, Amara made her choice.
‎She would no longer hide.
‎She would speak — not to expose, but to enlighten.
‎She would help others understand what she now knew:
‎that HIV was not the end, but the beginning of awareness and strength.
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‎Within weeks, she returned to the clinic 
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‎not as a patient this time, but as a volunteer.
‎She spoke to people waiting for their results,
‎to mothers afraid for their children,
‎to young men pretending they weren’t afraid.
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‎Her words were gentle but firm:
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‎“Get tested. Know your status.
‎HIV is not the end — silence is.”
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‎And people listened.
‎Some came back for treatment.
‎Some asked questions.
‎Some simply sat beside her, finding courage in her calm.
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‎Amara had found her voice again.
‎She was no longer defined by what happened to her,
‎but by what she chose to do with it.
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‎As she walked home that evening, a quiet smile formed on her lips.
‎She realized something powerful —
‎she was still alive, still healing, and still capable of helping others do the same.
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‎Amara had turned her pain into purpose.
‎And that was how she chose to live.

                                 THE END

WRITTEN BY UMORU DANIELA JOHN 
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