By Irvine Syazyombo
Jessie pressed her phone silent because she could not answer any of the ten desperate consecutive calls .She was frolicking with her boss in his office at one insurance Company after knocking off.
After paying sexually again for the job she had gotten three months earlier, Jessie hurried outside to hire a taxi to a guest house where her man friend had been waiting for two and a half hours.
When she checked her silent phone, the missed calls had increased to twenty. She tried to call but surprisingly Gibby did not answer.
When she reached the named guest house, Jessie hurried to the room where he had been waiting for her.
Jessie found him lying on his back and groaning with pain while tears streamed down his cheeks. On the contrary, she immediately noticed the pointed trousers below his belt which implied that the man was desperate to make love to her.
Even his language at the time sounded absolutely misplaced.
“Take me to hospital. I am dying. This thing is killing me, “he mumbled while pointing at his closed puffed up zip.
When Jessie looked at the coffee table, she saw a sachet of brown powder and an empty soft drink bottle.
“Is this a sexual booster and have you taken some of it?” she asked.
Gibby only nodded his head. He could not notice her beauty any more after he had taken two table spoonfuls of the sexual booster instead of half tea spoon as his witch doctor had prescribed.
He had taken the herb thirty minutes before Jessie’s official time for knocking off so that by the time she arrived at the guest house at 17 30 hours, he should be ready to share a life time memorable experience with her.
Having seen the despair in the man’s eyes, Jessie nervously hurried outside the guest house and hired another taxi that rushed him to hospital.
Immediately they arrived, medical staff promptly wheeled him to the intensive care unit where they discovered that the condition of his manhood had worsened because of the persistent constant erection.
The doctor on call arrived three hours later .After a few minutes, his wife, Naomi, arrived .A nurse who was her church mate had phoned her.
“You told me you were going on a business trip to South Africa. So this is South Africa where you are now suffering from a furious erection!” she screamed before violently slapping his grimaced tear-stained face.
“Don’t do that to the patient, please” the doctor pleaded.
“You call a he- goat a patient. Let me slap him again,” she insisted.
“Are you crazy? How do you slap a man in his condition?” Jessie asked vehemently.
“Why are you so concerned? Are you the one who brought him here?” Naomi asked furiously.
Immediately after she had nodded her head Naomi charged and the two women wrestled, screamed, exchanged slaps and rolled on the floor before a sentry separated them.
By the end of the fight, Gibby had long been wheeled to the theatre where his man hood was amputated because it had started rotting after six hours of constant erection.
When Gibby was taken to the male ward for more recovery five hours later, his wife was on hand to mock him.
“You are now an ox. Wonderful! You can now make arrangements to marry that bitch you have been wasting money on at the expense of your four children! As for me, I am going back to my parents,” she said firmly before storming out into the night.
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