by Irvine Syazyombo
“I am Justine’s wife, Jessie. I would like to ask you something about my health. Where should I find you?” the woman asked on the phone.
“I will be at the Intra Continental Hotel this afternoon. You can meet me there at half past two? Dr Maloza Phiri replied.
By twenty past two, Jessie was already at the hotel. She rested at the reception and at exactly half past two she phoned again.
“Find me in room 127”, the doctor replied.
Jessie hurried up the stairs until she was outside room 127.
She knocked three times at the door and waited for ten seconds before the doctor opened the door for her.
The stout fat woman locked the door behind her soon as she had entered to the surprise of the slim tall doctor.
“Is there any problem?” the doctor asked while sitting up on the bed.
“What was this business card doing in my husband’s pocket?” she demanded while showing him the card.
“I attended to him last week at the teaching hospital. He had a headache,” he lied.
“Tell me the truth! Else I will… you will leave this room in a coffin!” she threatened before she stood very close to him.
“I am telling you the tru…”
She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high above the bed before slapping him thrice in the face.
“If you are joking, I am not a joker myself. You are gay and have been having anal sex. Your so called fight against HIV AIDS is just a cover up. I know that.Tell me how many times you have had sex with my husband”, she demanded.
The doctor remembered at once that Justine had hinted that his wife was a soldier and that if she knew about the gay relationship, she could be fatal. His only option was to reveal.
“In the four years, according to my diary I have been in a relationship with him, I have slept with him over thr…three hundred tim..tim…times”, he stammered fearfully.
“What? She punched him in the belly and kicked him below the belt before he fell down. She violently seized him by the neck and dragged him upright again before knocking him down again with a punch under his chin.
“Tell me how many men you have been sleeping with after you influenced them into homosexuality,” she demanded.
“I have slept with over one hundred men in this city…ouch…” he said before she punched him between the legs.
Having been beaten relentlessly, the doctor disclosed that he had been given millions of dollars by a European gay organization to recruit thousands of men into homosexuality so that when those men visited Africa as, they should have sexual partners.
The doctor revealed that the Europeans who had had anal and oral sex with him numerous times had strategized with him to have gays in every city and town in that country, gay and lesbian advocacy on television and a newspaper column under the guise of fighting HIV AIDS.
“Our desire is to have freedom in this country so that gays and lesbians can publicly kiss and have sex like Sodom and Gomorrah. That is the reason in my last newspaper piece I questioned why this country was quiet about homosexual issues when her neighbors were about to embrace the idea”, he said to the disgust of Jessie.
He also told the lady that he had intentions of petitioning parliament to enact laws that would legalize gay and lesbian relationships.
“In fact I have even made a submission to the committee drafting the constitution to include gay and lesbian rights and related freedoms” he concluded just before Jessie stormed out with anger.
If your country is drafting a constitution, beware of Maloza Phiri. He might add homosexual rights in your constitution.