The Test

Richard Mbuthia writes on his emotional experience on taking an HIV/AIDS test before his wedding.

My head was spinning. My mate was going through the same motions. When our names were called out we jumped up in unison almost leaving our hearts on the seats! The counsellor, with two spring files in her hands, led the way into her office. We followed suit, our steps almost faltering. Once inside the office, she asked us to be seated. With a disarming smile playing on her lips, she told us that she had the results.

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Will he take my name?

Nekessa Opoti in a fictional account on having her husband take her last name. Read more and join in the debate on whether women should keep their names or that of their husband's. Click here.

When I proposed to my husband, he was elated. We had been dating for about two years. I did all the right things. We were both college graduates, but he earned slightly less than I did. I was supposed to be the bread-winner, but the extra income would come in handy when we began raising a family and building a home. In many ways, we were a conventional couple.