A young Nigerian man in his late twenties with rich brown skin and a lean, slightly muscular build stands shirtless in a dingy, poorly lit public bathroom inside a Nigerian university hostel. His body is blotched with visible red rashes and clusters of sores spreading across his lower abdomen, thighs, and groin. He’s hunched over a cracked, stained sink, frantically scratching at his side with one hand while gripping the edge of the sink with the other. His face is a portrait of panic and confusion—sweat beads on his forehead, his eyes wide and glassy, lips trembling as if fighting back tears. The bathroom walls are covered in peeling paint, graffiti, and water stains. A broken mirror reflects his haunted expression. Dirty tiles line the floor, and a weak, flickering fluorescent bulb overhead casts a cold, harsh glow on his trembling body. The entire scene captures a man at rock bottom—itching, afraid, and finally starting to understand that this rash might ruin everything.

He Thought It Was Just a Rash — Then Herpes Took His Sex Life

Your browser does not support the video tag. CLICK HERE TO ORDER YOURS Chapter One: The Rash That Didn’t Look Like Trouble His name was Tolu—29, vibrant, well-dressed, and always with a clean haircut. The kind of guy who could smile his way into any woman’s heart. In Lagos, where image is everything, Tolu had … Continue reading He Thought It Was Just a Rash — Then Herpes Took His Sex Life

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