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Doctors Or Pastors, Who's "Perv-er"? The Conclusion

So we remember Deji, yea? Let me continue but before I do that, if you’ve not read the first part of this story, click here so you can understand where we’re coming from. After the chat with Deji on whatsapp, he blocked me so there was no longer any form of communication between us. It was supposed to stay that way until………
My little brother got ill and was admitted in the same hospital in which Deji was doing his MBBS so I had to stay with my brother for a while and by a while, I mean almost a month. At the initial stage, during my first week of his stay, I suddenly remembered I used to know one Deji so I contacted Fatima to give me his phone number which I got after she got his permission to do so. I called him up and he came later to check on us, he told me I wasn’t worth it but he was just being a good person. In my mind, I was thinking, “it’s not your fault na, shey it’s me that called you”. Maybe he thought I was sorry about what happened.

After that, he pinged me and said he made food and I was like errrrrrrrr, remember, I don’t just eat from anyone yea? But I thought why not? So I went and ate rice and chicken but prior to this visit to his hostel, I needed to transfer some files and I needed a laptop so I asked to borrow his and he said okay but he couldn’t bring it so I went to do the transfer and left as soon as I was done. So I ate rice and chicken and left as fast as I could, he escorted me, when we got to a place I think looked like the hostel’s reception in which I signed as a visitor when I first came in, he told the guy in charge that I might come back later in the night that he shouldn’t let me sign in anymore. In my mind I thought, come back for what? But it’s okay.

So I went back to the ward we were in, and he chatted me up saying I could come to his room to sleep comfortably on a bed instead of sleeping on a chair but I said no, that’s not why I was there. We didn’t go to the hospital to chill so chill I shall not. He insisted, asked if I was sure, I said of course. He visited the next day with hollandia yoghurt for my brother, we said thank you. One Sunday, he chatted me up and asked what was up, I told him and asked him same, he said he wanted to do laundry after which he would go to church so I said okay, cool. He then said he wasn’t going yet because he was watching porn and I was like “ok”, not like I cared. He asked almost immediately “do you watch porn?” and I said “no”, then he said “you’re missing” and I said “lol”. He then said, “would you like me to suck you” and I said “no, thank you” and he said, “be punishing yourself there”, “be forming o”, "but just know that I'd love to suck you" to which I replied “lol” again because I wasn’t ready to say anything rude or defend myself.

In the evening, I was chatting with some friends so I mistakenly sent a wrong message to him to which he lol-ed and it began another conversation. He asked about my brother’s health bla bla and I told him how it was. The conversation ended when I said “okay, goodnight, sleep well” to which he replied “that’s if I even sleep at all” then I said “lol, why won’t you sleep?” and he replied “bae is around and you know what that means”, I said “ohh, enjoy then”. He then said “see what you’re missing”, I said “lol, goodnight”

I thought Deji was a perv until I met Ayo one evening I went to meet Deji who suggested we took a stroll and since I wasn’t doing anything in the hospital, I agreed. On my way to meeting him, I saw a guy, tall, dark and handsome, he walked up to me saying he saw me earlier and would like to see me again that day. He said he was a pediatrician and told me where his office was. He also asked if I have had dinner but I told him I had dinner already which was true (one mad fufu like that). He begged me to pass by his office on my way back to the ward, I said I was going to consider it so he requested for my phone number which I gave him. He called as soon as we parted saying “hey, it’s Ayo, the guy you just gave your number” so I said okay. Deji saw me giving him the phone number and asked if that’s how I give everyone my number to which I replied “this place is quite boring so I can make do with an extra friend” so we parted too.

On my way back to the ward, Ayo was already standing outside his office to make sure he saw me passing by so I ‘branched’ his office. He had an extra bed there with lots of food and tv too. He offered me food but I told him I was filled still so he said I should tell him little about myself. I told him basic things, things you can see on my curriculum vitae, lol. He said he loved to sing so I told him to sing but while he was at it, I got a call from my brother saying I was needed so I had to leave.

When I got to the ward, I decided not to go back. After all, that wasn't my purpose there and since he had my number, he called again, I said I wasn't coming back then he chatted me up on whatsapp. He begged me to come downstairs to his office, that I should come and watch movies, like that would change my decision. I told him I had movies on my phone and I could watch at my disposal. I guess he then realized that he had to be straightforward in his approach. The next words I saw were "please baby come, I promise I'll do you well" and I'm like "sorry?" and he says "I'll give it to you well, why are you doing as if you don't know what I'm talking about?" and I was like "ohhhh, well, I don't do such", he then said "are you not matured, stop behaving like a child" to which I replied "I guess I'm not that matured then" then he called my phone again as if his voice was going to perform the miracle but I made it clear that I wasn't that kind of person. When he finally realized that whatever he wanted to do with me wasn't happening, he called my phone for the last time to say "mo ro pe o ja ni sugbon o ti e ja rara" which meant "I thought you were exposed but you're not exposed at all."

The next day, Deji asked about the guy I gave my number too, I said he was fine. He then said "I hope he realises who you are the way I did" and I said "I hope so too" and I was very sure Ayo already did because we never saw or spoke after that night. Our stay at the hospital came to an end and I didn't even notice that Deji had deleted himself from my BBM list until I decided to ping him to say we've been finally discharged and I couldn't find him. I called him and pointed out my observation to which he responded "oh, I deleted myself and I replied "okay, I just wanted to tell you that..." and that was the end of both of them.

We've heard the gist abi we've read the gist. What do you think should have been done differently? Was I too nice or too friendly? What would you have done given the circumstances? Who's perv-er between a pastor and a doctor? Tell me! I'm curious to hear your opinion and remember, I love you for reading and even more for commenting.


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Comments

Unknown said…
Nice one queen keep it up
Aanu u weren't too friendly, u were just modest and real to the reality on ground...u equally made them know u are not the "sare wa gba" means come on take an do type of gal...keep it up...nice one, both are pervs pastor and DR just at different levels
Paul Newton said…
Anu a Deji commented...is he the one lemme blow his balls?

I could make a movie script outta your stories Lol...OMG you would sure make a good teacher or tales by moonlight goddess.

Doctors are natural perv....pastors are perv in disguise...using the name of the Lord to toast babes Lol.

Pastors own are worse cos they hide behind pupil while Doctors are out in the open... Raw and plane about it.

I feel there is more or less a demon that's in medical courses cos last time.I checked nurses are intelligent whores. Lol.

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