My Distraction - Season 1 - Episode 27

2 years ago


Leturah cleaned herself up and brought down her skirt, while i adjusted my d!ck and zipped up my fly.She looked satisfied but not too happy as a look of despodence clouded her face.I knew she was worried i had c-m in her, and i too was quite perturbed owing to the fact i wasn’t ready to be a father.She then walked round to her chair and slumped into her seat, puffing out in exasperation.

“How could you forget to use a condom?”, she asked in a shaky voice.

I walked to her seat and sat on the desk (facing her).

“I’m sorry Letty.I was carried away by the moment”
“Then you had to come in me too, heh?”

I fell silent watching her and she hissed before saying: “The truth is yesterday was my peak day, but anything can still happen”.

“Everything depends on how we handle it”,
i suggested and she cast me a sinister look
“See your mouth.Its easy for you to say”, she said, ”What if the measures fail and i still get pregnant…you go marry me?”

I knew her question was more of an inquisition concerning our future.The babe wan use style know whether marriage dey my mind for her.Na me she wan try? So i gave her my answer.

“Is it wise getting pregnant before marriage?”,
i replied. ”Atleast i know your dad won’t accept it”. And she studied me for a while then smirked softly.I guessed she knew i was evading her question.

Then she spun her chair to the left and opened her drawer, rummaging in it.I didn’t ask her what she was doing but watched her keenly; and she brought out a card of pills (i identified them right away).They were contraceptive pills…which she popped out and i stood up to get her water from the dispenser and she swallowed the drugs.

“I just hope this works, if not….”,
she heaved

“If not what?”
i asked

“If not be ready to become a father”
she stated.

I gasped in slight shock.And she said: “Ofcourse naa…Do you expect me to abort it? I can’t oh, abeg” and she adjusted her seat to face the laptop on her desk.I felt like slapping her face.Look at her telling me she won’t abort it.When she dey urge me to f--k her, she no remember sey she dey ovulataion? You can imagine.Now she wan blame me…Mtcheeew!

“Are you upset?”
i asked her.

“Not really”,
she answered, ”But next time don’t forget the condoms…No condom no s-x”

“Yes ma’am”,
i replied playfully
“I’m serious oo”

And i drew closer and bent to kiss her softly on the lips, fõndling her b-----s and she hit my hands away “Gerrarahia” she purred, ”Randy doctor like you” as i turned to leave her office…Blowing her a kiss (which she responded to), i left her office while feeling her gaze behind me.

On my way down the corridors, i walked passed the office of the senior consultant on Oncology and heard something strange.

It sounded more like a m0an which emanated from the doctor’s office.

As i got closer, i heard the sound clearly as the lady inside (whoever she was) kept m0an!ng, ”mmmhh, yess, ohh yess, f--k me, yess”.

That was definitely the sound of s-x.So this doctor na baddoo, i thought.

I meant to walk away, but the strong urge to peep got the better part of me and i made sure no one was around before bending to peep through the keyhole.What i saw got my c0ck twitching in my trousers.

The senior consulatant was frantically pummeling nurse Mercy so hard from behind, while her a-s vibrated like jelly.She was humped over the desk with her big nyash in the air and squeezing her right b----t as she received the man’s t----t, m0an!ng (he was really digging the kunja).To tell you the truth i’m not into voyeurism, but that particular scenario caught me static.Kai! I swear nurse Mercy was a real whõre.You needed to see the way she was bouncing her bakassi and nyashing the man while he kept on pounding like a s-x starved dog **So no be only me dey notice nurse Mercy big calabash eh?** I looked down to notice my d!ck was already engorged and i sq££zed it (imagine me wey just come out from Leturah tõtõ not too long ago).Who wouldn’t get aroused while watching such debaucherous act.Even a Buddhist monk will gain an erectiõn….or don’t you think so? So i decided to leave.The sight was doing me more harm than good by giving me serious konji.As i began to walk away, i met an Indian guy Dr.Paresh coming opposite me; and his gaze fell on my swollen crotch which i quickly covered by putting my hands in my pockets.We walked passed each other without saying a word.The guy no dey like talk to person.So me kwanu no dey talk to am.Afterall 2face sey “if you no send me…me no go send you”, abi na how im talk am sef…whatever.All i know be sey the guy notice my gbola wey don stand.That day rounded off in a spectacular manner and i must say it was fun.Picking up my monostrap bag, i left for my apartment at the Resident’s quarters.


The next day saw another busy day for me as i arrived as early as 7:00 am.i didn’t want my boss to arrive before me.I no get time for im preaching.It didn’t take long before Dr.Saha arrived in his usual grumpy nature and i ran after him like when the disciples ran after Jesus.Little did i know the surprise that would accost me that day.

Work went on well as usual for me, with Dr.Saha bossing me around.And he would say: “Be up and doing…you’re almost a consultant now” mtcheeeew….as if i no know.

Make thunder fire that im bald head.It was during such a session when i heard the hospital ambulance wooping aloud outside the lobby.

That was always the sound of an emergency.

Only God knows what it is this time”, i wondered.Instantly the wooping sound was followed by the scampering footsteps of nurses as they rushed to the entrance with trolleys.I was now walking into the waiting room when i saw the nurses’ behinds as they pushed the trolley ahead into the hallway muttering “It was an accident! It was an accident!!” and i walked towards their direction.Suddenly the entrance door opened and someone rushed in.I didn’t bother to see who it was and the person began to ask some of the nurses questions while sobbing softly.It was a female voice.I think i heard her ask “Where is my father?” The voice sounded familiar and i turned back to see nurse Ebere standing with one of our nurses before our gaze met in a flash.For a second we stood agape staring at each other before i mustered the morale and walked up to her.

“What brings you here?”
i asked, ”Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Goodheart, my father just had an auto accident.And i learnt he was brought here”
she replied.

“Don’t tell me the accident victim is your father?”

“Yes he is”
she broke down in sobs.

I held her firmly and led her to a seat as i tried to comfort her.At that moment, the squabble we had in the past wasn’t important as my professional etiquette came into play and i assured her everything would be fine before excusing myself to be back in a jiffy.

I met Dr.Adeyemi (who happened to be the hospital’s best in traumatic situations) and pleaded with him to do his best on my former landlord, Ebere’s father.

“Just promise me you’ll do your best”,
i pleaded looking into his eyes.

“I promise i will”, he replied before heading for the Emergency Room; and i walked back to the waiting room to meet Ebere pacing up and down.

“He’ll be fine”
, i assured her, ”Our best doctor is attending to him”.

Twenty minutes later, i had succeeded in putting her at peace and she was now flashing some faint smiles (to my relief) when Dr.Adeyemi walked into the waiting room, heading towards us with a weird look on his face.I quickly stood up, as well as Ebere when he came to us.

“How was it?”
i asked and he heaved shaking his head.

“I’m sorry he couldn’t make it”, he replied.

And in a split second…. ”Jesus!” Ebere gasped collapsing to the floor as i rushed to her screaming “Get some help! Get some help!!”

“Ebere! Ebere!!”
my voice echoed down the hallway.

I carried Ebere into one of the wards and placed her on the bed.She had no pulse when i touched her neck so i resumed a Cardiopulmunary Resuscitation (CPR) on her. It took a few minutes before she puffed out air and meant to sit up but i placed her back to the bed inorder to enhance blood circulation.

“Eby please relax”,
I said to her.

She had now resumed crying and I sat beside her and held her hands softly.

“I was supposed to cook him his favourite this night”
, she wailed.And I felt my heart constrict with sadness.

What a tragedy.How could papa Ebere pass away just like that? Honestly I understood how Ebere felt from the experience I had when I lost my mum.I passed her my handkerchief to wipe her eyes and she sat up and fell into my arms.I cuddled her dearly, stroking her dark hair as her shoulders shook while she sobbed.And she held tightly to me, pressing her soft bossom to me (though unconsciously).At that moment I was overwhelmed by emotions.They weren’t sexual emotions though.I just felt sheer pity for the aggrieved lady.She was still cuddled up to me sobbing when we heard a loud wail at the corridor.

“That’s mama”
she rasped.

And she gently came down from the bed and we walked to the corridor to find mama rolling on the floor with a piece of her wrapper still on (the other piece was off) as two other women (whom I recognized as friends) tried to comfort her.Ebere went straight to her travailed mum, pulling her up from the ground.

The corpse was finally rolled out for the family members to have a look.That was when I decided to excuse myself from the family I once lived with.If I can remember vividly, that day was a very sad and gloomy day in my life.For the first time in a long while I lost the appetite or urge for anything sexual.Even when nurse Becky tried to warm up to me, I just turned her down and headed straight to the Doctors’ common room.One of my knuckle headed colleague Dr.Ephraim came to sit wig me telling me about his excapades with a girl he met over the weekend, but I didn’t flow with his chatterings.Seeing I was not in the mood for his chit chat, he excused himself.

The truth was we doctors were trained to adapt to situations of loss like this, but I didn’t know why that particular incident made me so sober.Good to know my profession hadn’t robbed me of my soberiety in moments like this.Good to know I was still human afterall.Atleast within that lewd mind of a man lies an atom of empathy, and even sympathy.Thoughts were still wallowing in my mind when my phone rang…It was Ebere.

She told me she had been looking around for me and wished to see me before going.

“Meet me at the doctors’ common room”,
I told her.

“Hope it’s not out of bounds?”
“You’re a nurse and dressed in your pinafor.So no one will stop you.”
“Or you can tell anyone to lead you there….that i sent for you.”

We ended the call.It didn’t take time for her to come to the common room.She had found her way by herself.I knew she was always smart.
Ebere’s face was looking all gloomy and downcast and she was barely audible when she spoke to me as her voice came hoarse due to excessive cries and sobs.Once more I held her close to me as we sat and tried to comfort her, with her head on my right shoulder.

“What about mama?”
I asked
“She’s left with her friends?”
(her head was still on my shoulder)

“Guess they’ve gone home?”
I asked

“No….One of her friends said mama should spend the rest of the day in her house”

“That’s okay”
i replied.

“But I can’t stay at home alone”,
she complained.

“Then where are you gonna stay?” I asked.

“Honestly I don’t know….i’m scared”
(sniffs and sobs)

We stayed in that manner for a while, with her cuddling up to me then she lifted her head off my shoulder and said:

“Can I spend the night in your place?”

I was caught agape not knowing what to reply as I looked into those dimmed pleading eyes of hers.

“Please I beg you”,
she pleaded.
And that was it.I had lost all the guts to decline.How do I say NO?

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