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Her eyes lit up like stars when she saw Ayo, and she quickly ran over to wrap him in a warm embrace.

"Ayo! I'm so happy you're here! I'm so happy you really made it here!" Rita exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

They settled down comfortably on the vibrant, patterned couch, surrounded by piles of books, sketchbooks, and scattered art supplies. Sola joined them, perching herself on the armrest, as conversations flowed effortlessly between the three of them.

Laughter echoed through the small apartment as they reminisced about days gone by, sharing stories of adventures and misadventures. The room seemed to come alive with their infectious energy, as their voices filled the space with joy and laughter.

Meanwhile, Rita disappeared into the kitchen, the tantalizing aromas wafting through the air. The sound of clinking pots and pans hinted at the magnificent feast she was preparing for their reunion. Ayo's stomach grumbled in anticipation, knowing that Rita's culinary skills were legendary among their friends.

As the conversation grew louder and more animated, Rita emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with mouthwatering dishes. The table was soon covered with an array of colors and flavors - from aromatic curries and sizzling stir-fries to fragrant rice and freshly baked bread.

The friends eagerly dug into the sumptuous feast, immersed in appreciative murmurs and exclamations of delight with every bite. As they savored each dish, conversations continued to flow effortlessly, blending flavors of friendship and nostalgia.

As the evening drew on, Ayo couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the warmth and love that filled Rita and Sola's apartment. The animated conversations, the harmonious blending of laughter and stories, and the mouthwatering delicacies prepared with love, created a perfect haven where time seemed to stand still.

Rita stood up and held Ayo's hand. "Sorry, Sola, you have to excuse us now. Ayo and i have some personal discussions to make in the bedroom."

Sola winked at her and watched her and Ayo walk to Rita's bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Rita faced him squarely

I am a guy very much different from others. While most of my mates would gloat about illicit sexual affairs or their sexual.escapades, I would feel unexcited about such topics. I always believed one should avoid indiscriminate sex and never fancied lustful exploration.

I therefore decided to humbly decline Ms. Morgan's proposition.

She expressed shock at my response. 'You didn't look like one of the born again guys', she wrote. 'So, why are you acting like one?'

'I act based on my personal conviction, Madam,' I replied.

'You didn't even ask for how much you will be paid. The money is good.'

'I'm sorry I don't need to know how much,' I replied.

There was no more reply from her. I was not really happy with the turn of events. I had thought I could get a job that day, but things had not exactly worked that way.

I shrugged, believing something good would still come. At six p.m, I started to prepare what T.K and I would eat for dinner. Just then, Ms. Morgan sent another message.

'This is a clean offer,' she wrote. 'I actually need a Personal Assistant. The job details are as follows:

1. You will manage my schedules: these include setting appointments, coordinating meetings, and organizing travel arrangements.

2. You will handle my communication: this include screening and responding to emails, phone calls, and other forms of communication on behalf of my behalf.

3. You may run some errands: Personal assistants often run errands such as picking up dry cleaning, shopping for some items, and being given other tasks to help save my time.

4. You will be organizing and maintaining my records such as files, documents, and records, both in physical form and electronically.

5. You will be performing administrative tasks: such as drafting correspondence, preparing reports, and handling basic bookkeeping.

6. You will be providing other support: such as conducting research, making arrangements for events or appointments, and handling personal matters as needed.

NOTE: everything is formal and official. There will be NOTHING sexual or sensuous directly or indirectly.'


I could not but smile as I read this latest message. I had got three offers from her that day alone: from office assistant to escort, and now personal assistant. What an eventful day.

The last part of her latest offer made a big difference. I smiled to myself.

'Okay, madam,' I replied.' 'I really appreciate your offer. You can count on me.'

'Good. See you tomorrow at the plaza by ten a.m.'

I smiled again. What an eventful day.


* * *

In that very moment, the magnificent gemstone seemed to radiate light, casting a captivating spell upon her.

Overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture, Rose threw herself into Ayo's arms, feeling an immense wave of affection and awe. The boutique shop faded into the background as their joyful laughter echoed through the air, filled with the promise of a connection that was both rare and beautiful.

In that little treasure trove of a store, Ayo had not only given Rose an exquisite souvenir but had also gifted her a lifelong memory. And as they left the boutique, entwined fingers and hearts brimming with happiness, they knew this was just the beginning of their extraordinary journey together.




* * *

This weekend, Rita invited Ayo to her appointment. Her friend, Sola, that she shared the two-bedroom apartment with at Ijaiye, Ogba road has teased that she would like to see the man of the moment in flesh. To welcome the august guest, Rita had prepared sumptuous meal.

It was a beautiful warm afternoon when Ayo decided to visit Rita in her cozy apartment. As Ayo went to the first floor of the building, the feeling of warmth welcomed him with their sweet scent. Excitement filled his chest as thoughts of visiting Rita brought a smile to his face.

Ayo climbed up the flights of stairs, each step filled with anticipation. Finally, he reached the door of Rita's apartment, and after taking a deep breath, they knocked gently. The door swung open, almost instantly, revealing Sola, Rita's vivacious roommate with a wide grin on her face.

"Ayo! It's so good to see you again!" Sola exclaimed, pulling her body into a tight hug. "Rita has been waiting for you all day. Come on in!"

"But how do you know me?" Ayo said in surprise.

"Rita has said so much about you, and has shown me the selfies she took with you."

Once inside, Ayo was instantly engulfed in a whirlwind of colors and sounds that filled the small but cozy apartment. Dainty fairy lights cascaded along the walls, casting a warm and magical glow in the room. The walls were adorned with vibrant paintings, reflecting Rita and Sola's artistic spirits.

As Ayo walked further into the living area, he spotted Rita in the corner, engrossed in animated conversation on the phone. Her eyes lit up like stars when she saw Ayo, and she quickly ran over to wrap him in a warm embrace.

My mind was busy. A male escort? I had heard and read a lot about it. In all sincerity, it was not the kind of work that I fancied.

Ms. Morgan continued to stare at me intently. She was waiting for my answer.

"Well, I don't really know," I started. "I think I need to know more about what the job entails before I can say yes I will take it or not."

She expressed surprise at my answer, but only briefly.

"The pay is good," she said. "And I can assure you that there are other perks attached to it. You will also have the opportunity to travel around."

I nodded. "It all sounds good, but I will like to have the details of the job."

It was her turn to nod. "Okay, Tayo." She had obviously read my name from the c.v. She gave me a jotter. Write your number here, preferably your WhatsApp number. I'll get in touch with you."

"Okay, madam."

I wrote my full name and number. I was on my feet again. "Thank you, madam. Thank you for your offers."

She smiled briefly. "It's okay Tayo. We'll definitely see again."

How could she sure of that? I nodded and left her office. The hot morning, going to noon, sun, hit me as soon as I stepped outside the giant building. I walked towards the bus stop.

Oh, what a day it was. Many questions flew in my mind. Who was Ms. Morgan's friend that needed an escort? What would the job entail? How much would be the pay?

I took a bus back to Ogba and walked down to our street. It was noon now. I went to the fridge to bring a cold bottle of water. My phone bleeped to indicate an in coming message. I checked the phone. It was a WhatsApp message from an unknown number.

On reading it, I could see that it was from Ms. Morgan.

'Hello, Tayo,' it said. 'Here are the details of your tasks as an Escort:


1. Providing companionship and conversation. You are to accompany the lady to social events or gatherings where she may need a date or someone to converse with.

2. Escorting the lady to events or outings: These include parties, or other outings where she may need a companion.

3. Providing emotional support. You will be expected to provide emotional support and comfort to the lady you accompany, listening to her concerns and being there for her.

4. Acting as a personal assistant. You may be asked to help the lady with tasks such as running errands, making reservations, or managing her schedule.

5. Maintaining discretion and confidentiality. You are expected to maintain a high level of discretion and confidentiality in your interactions with your client, respecting her privacy and boundaries.

In addition, your duties will typically involve providing companionship, support, and assistance as needed, while always being respectful and professional in your interactions.

Let me know your response soonest.'

I sighed after reading the whole thing. I needed a clear clarification, a specific clear clarification, so I sent a massage to Ms. Morgan:

Will the task involve having sexual affairs with the client?

I knew it was a dumb question, but I needed specific answer on that. It took more than twenty minutes before I got reply from Ms. Morgan.

'What if it involves sexual affairs? Does that matter?'

Ops! I felt deflated the moment I read this.

She clouded her face briefly as she stared at me. "Are you always this snobbish?" she asked.

"Me? Snobbish?" I almost laughed.

Now, who exactly was snobbish between us? Talk about the kettle calling the pot black.

"I'm sorry, madam. I believe you are making a mistake."

She shook her. "No, no mistake. You almost scorned what I offered you."

"Really?" I was genuinely appalled by that. "I'm sorry you see it that way. I'm actually grateful for the offer, but then I can not accept it."

She stared at me fiercely. "You're so condescending. Guys like you always believe you must always get what you want."

See me see trouble. So, for rejecting the offer of office assistant, I had become 'condescending.'

I only sighed without saying a word. Some seconds passed. "Can I take my leave now?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. Sorry for my outburst. Can you sit for one moment, please."

What a situation I had got myself into. This woman certainly had an ace up her sleeve. I sat down on the seat again.

"Forget about what I said concerning office assistant." She smiled briefly. "I was only kidding. Of course, I would not certainly offer a whole graduate like you that kind of job. I actually have a better offer for you."

My heart beat fast. "What offer is that, madam?"

She smiled again. She must be happy I was so eager to hear what she had to say.

"One of my friends just arrived the country," Ms. Morgan said. "She's here in Lagos and she needs a male escort. Can you do that?"

Now, this was the last thing I expected from her. Saying I was surprised was an understatement.

I followed the security guy down the aisle. There was a glass cubicle that served as a small office. The guy opened the door and ushered me inside.

Upon entering the office, behind the desk, I was met with the gaze of a stunning black woman, radiating an air of authority and grace. She had an elegant air about her, and I guessed she was probably in her late forties.

"Hello, Donald," she said with a warm smile. "So, you're back in the country. When did you come back?"

I was surprised. Donald? Was that the name of the security guy? But of course, she was talking to me. The other guy had taken his leave.

I shook my head. 'There's a mistake, madam. I'm not Donald."

She stared at me for some seconds while I stared back. "Goodness. What a resemblance! You so much look like Donald, my former favourite Uber driver who relocated abroad some months ago."

I shook my head. "I've never been an uber driver before."

She grinned and stared briefly at the security monitor. "I saw you on the cctv and I thought it was him. Sorry for the mistaken identity."

I could sigh in relief now. It was pleasant to know that I had not been summoned to receive any embarrassment.

"It's okay, madam. Let me be on my way."

"Er...Just a minute. I can see that you've not picked any item. Was it that you could not find the item you want to buy?"

I smiled ruefully. "Let's just say yes, I've not seen the item I came to buy."

"My oh my. What item is that?"

I was becoming impatient. Had she called me for interrogation or what? Since I was not 'Donald', couldn't I go in peace?

'I need to know so that we can add it or them to our stocks. What item is it?"

I sighed again. I would have to be down to earth.

"Well, I wasn't really looking for any item. From outside, I liked the plaza and I decided to come in and see things." And that was not a crime, was it? I asked in my mind.

She nodded as if that was the answer she expected. Her eyes went to the folder in my hand and lingered on it.

"What do you have there?" she asked.

This woman could ask questions. What did she think I have there?

"Documents, papers, photocopies of my credentials."

I opened the folder for emphasis.

"If you don't mind, sit down," she said in a gentle tone. "My name is Ms. Modupe Morgan. I'm the owner of this place. Can I see your c.v?"

I nodded, took one of the seats facing her and handed one of my c.v to her. She scrutinized it, nodding.

"So, you're a graduate of Economics with Second Class Upper?" she said almost to herself.

"Yes, madam."

She suddenly shook her head. "I thought I could help. I thought you have only secondary school certificate."

I didn't know if I should be depressed with that.

"Sorry, the only job available is office assistant."

She stared at me intently.

"Office assistant?" I asked in disbelief. Why had she given me a hope?

"Yes."

All of a sudden, I could sense that she would be a very snobbish and haughty woman. In spite of feeling disappointed, I managed a smile as I got to my feet.

"Well, thank you, madam. I think I should be on my way."

As they drove through the city, she noticed his mischievous grin, and her heart skipped a beat.

After a short journey, they arrived at an elegant, boutique store tucked away in a picturesque cobbled street. The shop, adorned with bright colors and alluring scents, felt like a sanctuary of luxury and refinement. Ayo gently took Rose's hand and led her inside.

Soon, they found themselves surrounded by exotic treasures from distant lands. Intricately carved wooden sculptures, shimmering silks, and vibrant tapestries caught their attention. The air was infused with an intoxicating blend of fragrances, transporting them to far-off places with each inhale.

As they wandered through the aisles, Ayo's eyes glimmered with excitement, his gaze shifting from one extraordinary item to another. Finally, he came across an exquisite necklace, adorned with a rare, iridescent gemstone that seemed to hold the entire universe within it. Its brilliance captivated Rose, leaving her breathless.

Sensing her enchantment, Ayo couldn't resist surprising her. He discreetly approached the kind-hearted store owner, a man of the world. A few hushed words were exchanged, and an agreement was reached. A secret smile played at the corners of Ayo's lips.

Casually, he guided Rose toward a delicate display of handcrafted, intricately designed jewelry. Among the carefully arranged rings, earrings, and bracelets, the necklace she had admired stood prominently, waiting to be admired once more.

With a twinkle in his eyes, Ayo gently picked up the necklace, placed it in a dainty pastel box, and presented it to Rose.

"For you," he whispered, overwhelmed by the connection they shared.

Rose's eyes widened, as if she embodied both surprise and gratitude at once. Her fingers trembled as she held the box, opening it with bated breath. In that very moment, the magnificent gemstone seemed to radiate light, casting a captivating spell upon her.

From Ogba Bus Stop, I took a bus to Ikeja. I went to the consultancy firm where I had dropped my credentials, hoping there would be something for me. There was nothing, yet. I worked around as if one of the numerous companies would invite me in for an interview or a job. Still, nothing.

It was a mere fantasy. I walked on till I got to Allen Avenue. At the Obafemi Awolowo Way end, I sauntered on the avenue. Impulsively, I walked into a big store to my right.

As I walked into the big supermarket, the first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the store. The aisles seemed to stretch on forever, filled with all kinds of products and goods. I had never seen so many different items all in one place before.

I wandered through the aisles, taking in all the sights and sounds around me. There were shelves upon shelves of groceries, from fresh fruits and vegetables to packaged snacks and drinks. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, making my mouth water and reminding me that I had not eaten that morning.

I stopped at the dairy section and marveled at the variety of milk, cheese, and yogurt available. There were so many different brands and flavors to choose from, it was almost overwhelming. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer abundance of choices in front of me.

As I made my way through the supermarket, I couldn't help but notice the people around me. Women pushing carts filled with groceries, couples debating over whichgoods to buy, and individuals browsing the shelves with intent expressions on their faces.

Joblessness was indeed a bad thing. How could an energetic guy spend Monday morning looking at items in a supermarket, without the intent of even buying one of them? I was now at the clothes section. The apparels were exotic but I knew they were beyond my reach. I could only looked at the neatly hanged clothes.

A security made his way straight towards me.

"Good day, but my boss wants to see you," he said courteously.

I was surprised to hear that. "Me?"

He nodded emphatically. "Yes, you. Just follow me."

My heart raced. Why would his boss want to see me? Thank God, I had committed no crime. I had never shoplifted before. Why was I picked out among the numerous customers?

I nodded grimly. Of course I would have to follow the guy. We went down the aisle to a glass cubicle that serves as a small office.

One time, he planned a surprise picnic in my favorite park, complete with my favorite snacks and a playlist of all the songs He love. It was utterly magical."

Roli's exhilarated smile mirrored Rose's infectious happiness. "It sounds like he really sees you, Rose. To have someone who listens and understands is incredibly special."

Rose nodded, her voice growing softer as she spoke. "Indeed, Roli. But it's not only the grand gestures that make him amazing. Ayo also pays attention to the smallest of details. He remembers every little thing He mention, from my favorite flowers to my preferred morning coffee order."

The conversation between the two friends seemed like a dance of emotions and admiration. Rose's eyes, full of love, sparkled as she painted vivid pictures with her words, illustrating the joy she felt being with Ayo, the laughter they shared, and the deep connection they had built in such a short time.

The hours flew by as Rose eagerly shared every single detail she cherished about Ayo with her friend. From his contagious laugh to the kindness he showed to strangers, every aspect of their relationship unfolded in a vivid tapestry.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, Rose and Roli's conversation gradually reached its end. Both marveled at the wonders of love and the profound effect it had on their lives. Rose couldn't contain her gratitude for having someone like Ayo enriching her days, and her friend Ayo reveled in sharing the joy of her newfound happiness.

With hearts brimming with love and excitement, Rose and Ayo parted ways, promising to meet again soon. Rose's eyes gleamed with unfettered hope and delight as she walked away, her thoughts consumed by the incredible man who had taken her by surprise and filled her world with exhilaration.

To prove his love for Rose, Ayo further took her out for shopping. It was a bright day. As the sun gently began to set on that day, Ayo pulled up to Rose's house in his sleek black car. Rose stepped out and walked towards the car, her eyes lighting up as she caught a glimpse of him waiting patiently. She wore a flowy, floral sundress that perfectly complemented her vibrant personality.

With a radiant smile, Rose hopped into the passenger seat, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. Ayo, with his impeccable taste, had planned a surprise shopping experience for her. As they drove through the city, she noticed his mischievous grin, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Tayo, I'm on my way," T.K, my brother, called out from the sitting room.

It was Monday morning and the time was about five a.m. He always said this Monday to Friday, about the same time. T.K was on his way to work on Lagos Island and he must leave home early. He was a chartered accountant with an audit firm, while I, his junior brother, was still jobless.

I left the bedroom, went to the sitting room, and followed him to the exit door to the apartment.

"Have a nice day at work, brother," I said, wishing him well.

He nodded and smiled. That was one good thing about him. He was always looking jovial.

"Have a nice day too," he said.

I locked the door after he had gone and returned to the bedroom. It was a two-bedroom apartment and I was 'privileged' to be given a room.

I knew sleep would not come again that morning. I would just loiter in bed until I would get up to take my bath.

I intended to go out that morning in search of a job. I did this regularly. At twenty-five and a graduate, I was still searching for work two years after graduation. I had read Economics and I had always believed that in spite of all the obstacles and economic travails bedevilling Nigeria, I would get a befitting job. I never stopped believing that.

By eight o'clock that morning, I was set to leave the apartment. I was dressed in casual jeans and t-shirt. In my hand was a black folder in which I kept photocopies of my credentials.

Today must be very good for me by the power of almighty God, I said in my heart. I indeed believed something good would happen that that as I stepped out of the house.

"Oh, Roli, you won't believe it! I've met someone who has completely swept me off my feet!" Her voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and awe.

Ayo leaned in, wearing an eager smile, eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew there was something special brewing just by observing Rose's radiant glow. "Tell me every little thing, Rose! He can't wait to hear all about this Ayo."

Rose couldn't help but giggle in pure delight as she began to spill the details. "Well, Roli, it all started a few weeks ago when our paths serendipitously crossed at a mutual friend's birthday party. Ayo had this captivating aura around him, an irresistible charm that immediately caught my attention."

She waved her hand to emphasize her words, her voice sparkling with enthusiasm. "From the very first conversation, Roli, we just clicked! It felt like we had known each other for years. We laughed, we shared stories, and we discovered how similar our interests and passions were."

Roli's eyes widened, drinking in every word that escaped Rose's lips. "That's incredible, Rose! It sounds like an instant connection."

"It truly was," Rose replied, her voice filled with excitement. "We spent hours lost in conversation, completely oblivious to the world around us. Ayo has this way of making you feel like the most important person in the room."

As Rose continued her tale, she delved into the countless adventures and shared experiences she had with Ayo. From romantic dinners at cozy restaurants to spontaneous road trips along winding country roads, their whirlwind romance led them on countless exhilarating journeys.

"He is incredibly thoughtful, Roli," Rose gushed.

"Ayo surprises me with the most thoughtful gestures, ones that show how well he understands who I am. One time, he planned a surprise picnic in my favorite park, complete with my favorite snacks and a playlist of all the songs he loves. It was utterly magical."

One cool afternoon in the office, when the bustling hours of the club was yet to start, Rita was in Ayo's office.

"There's something I've been meaning to show you," she said.

He looked up from his desk. "And what could that be?"

Rita smiled coquettishly at him. Her hands went to her blouse and she started unbottoning it. It was reminiscent of the day he had asked her to remove her top. She removed the blouse, baring her bust.

"I just bought this bra," she said. "Does it fit me?"

She has her hands at akimbo now. Ayo stared intently at her. The white bra she was wearing certainly looked new. It looked well designed and fitted her bust perfectly. There was no doubt that it was attractive and sexy.

He smiled at her. "You are alluring, He must say."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you are very sexy. Damn it, come over baby. He can't wait to get my hands and my lips on your boobs."

At that moment, Ayo totally forgot about Rose, or any other lady. There was something urgent that he must satisfy.


* *. *.



In Rose's apartment, her good friend, Ayo was around. Rose and Ayo had been good friends.

The sun spilled warm rays through the window, casting an amber glow on the two women sitting in the cozy cafe. Rose's face beamed with joy as she leaned forward, eagerly starting her narration.

"Oh, Roli, you won't believe it! I've met someone who has completely swept me off my feet!"

Her voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and awe.

It was during one of their appointments that he decided to take a leap of faith.

Over the time, they exchanged messages and phone calls, their conversations ranging from medical discussions to their favorite books and movies. It became an anticipated part of his day, talking to Dr. Ogah and sharing snippets of his life with her.

On the day of their first lunch, he arrived at the restaurant slightly early, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. When Dr. Ogah walked through the doors, her radiant smile reached her eyes, and any jitters he had instantly disappeared. They greeted each other with a warm hug, basking in the joy of finally being in each other's presence outside the confines of the hospital.

"I'm glad that you are here," he said.

She smiled and winked at him. Over a delicious meal and the clinking of glasses, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They discovered shared interests, laughed at each other's jokes, and there was an undeniable chemistry between us. It felt like the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble.

As their lunch came to an end, they both felt a reluctance to part ways. It was as if something magical had transpired between them, and they didn't want it to end. They made plans to see each other again, eager to deepen their connection beyond the hospital walls.

And so, their relationship continued to develop from that fateful lunch. They explored new restaurants, went on long walks in the park, and shared intimate moments that brought them closer together. It was a love that grew organically, built on a foundation of friendship and a genuine understanding of one another.

As they allowed their bond to flourish, they navigated the complexities of intertwining their personal and professional lives. They were always mindful of the boundaries necessary in a doctor-patient relationship, but also recognized the importance of nurturing their connection outside of that realm.

Dr. Rose Ogah and he created a beautiful relationship that surpassed their initial expectations. Each day, he seemed to relish the leap of faith he took in asking for her friendship and the coming together that sparked their love story. Together, they write a tale of love, understanding, and unwavering support, cherishing every moment they shared.

But someone was not happy with the relationship between Ayo and Rose. That was Rita, his PA. Rita was filled with resentment. How could Ayo easily fall for her? Was it because she was a doctor?

Mentally, Rita has compared herself to Rose. She felt she was more beautiful and attractive than the later. What then did Ayo want in her? Could Rose be giving him something that she, Rita, was not giving him?

One cool afternoon in the office, when the bustling hours of the club was yet to start, Rita was in Ayo's office.

"There's something I've been meaning to show you," she said.

She didn't say anything to that. They both felt the spark growing between them, but they were hesitant to cross any professional boundaries. They knew that pursuing a romance would be a delicate matter that required careful consideration.

After leaving the hospital, Ayo kept Rose on his mind. One evening, as they stood in the hallway outside his hospital room, the air filled with a palpable tension. Dr. Ogah leaned in closer, her eyes locked with his, and she softly confessed her own feelings towards him.

His heart raced, and his mind swirled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They both understood the risks involved, but sometimes, matters of the heart cannot be ignored.

From that moment, their relationship blossomed into something beautiful. They navigated the complexities of balancing their personal and professional lives, always mindful of the boundaries they needed to maintain in the hospital setting. Their love grew stronger with each passing day, fueled by genuine care, respect, and shared experiences.

Within a couple of months, on, Dr. Ogah and he built a life together filled with love, adventure, and a deep understanding of one another. Their journey, rooted in a hospital room, had brought them to a place of healing, not just physically but emotionally as well.

Looking back on that fateful day at the hospital, he was grateful for the illness that brought them together. Dr. Rose Ogah, his confidante, his partner, and now the love of his life, had reminded him of the unexpected beauty that can emerge from life's most challenging moments.

Their interactions had evolved from purely medical check-ups to heartfelt conversations, and he couldn't deny the growing connection between us. It was during one of their appointments that he decided to take a leap of faith.

Their support and love had been vital in getting him through this ordeal.

As the light of a new day began to filter in through the thin curtains, he was filled with a sense of gratitude and determination. He knew that he had been given a second chance, a reminder to never take life for granted. And with that, he vowed to treasure every moment, to live fully and embrace each new day as a gift, never forgetting the fragility and the resilience within them all.

The doctor that attended to him and really did a professional job was by the name Rose Ogah. Now that he was getting back to himself, he could appreciate what she had done all along.

As he lay on the hospital bed, feeling weak and helpless, she walked into the room with an air of confidence and a warm smile that instantly put him at ease.

Dr. Rose Ogah was a brilliant woman, known for her expertise and dedication to her patients. Her presence commanded respect, and her gentle demeanor made it easy to trust her. As she approached his bedside, her eyes met his, and he couldn't help but notice the genuine concern etched on her face.

Over the course of his treatment, Dr. Ogah became a constant presence in his life. She made sure he was comfortable, explained each step of the process with patience, and took the time to answer all of his questions. Her professionalism was admirable, but there was something more that drew him to her - an undeniable chemistry that seemed to exist between us.

As he recovered, they began to have more conversations outside of the usual doctor-patient interactions. They discovered shared interests, laughed at each other's jokes, and slowly revealed pieces of their lives beyond the hospital walls. Their conversations became a respite from the harsh reality of illness and a source of comfort in each other's company.

It was in the course of these conversations when he realized that the feelings he had for Dr. Ogah ran deeper than just admiration for her medical expertise. Her kindness, intelligence, and compassionate nature had captured his heart. He found himself eagerly looking forward to his appointments, hoping for just a few precious moments in her presence.

Inevitably, their conversations began to include hints of flirtation and playful banter.

"You seem to combine beauty with brains," he teased her.

"You think so?"

He chuckled. "I not only think so, I believe so."

She didn't say anything to that. They both felt the spark growing between them, but they were hesitant to cross any professional boundaries. They knew that pursuing a romance would be a delicate matter that required careful consideration.

A Thorn in the Flesh



(c) 2024



O. Toyin




Ayo is a jolly good fellow. Handsome and rich, he has a lot to indulge in. One of them is his lust for the flesh, which is a thorn in his flesh.






What brought Ayo to the hospital started as a minor stomach ache, before it degenerated into a critical case. Nurses and some auxiliary nurses on duty at the wee hour of the night rushed to his side, their concerned eyes scanning his pale, sweat-drenched face. They guided him to a nearby examination room, where he collapsed onto a bed, feeling a mix of relief and fear wash over him.

Well, it was good that he looked like someone who could afford whatever bill they presented to him. The medical staff worked diligently, conducting tests and asking him questions, trying to piece together the puzzle of what had transpired. Time seemed to stretch into an agonizing eternity as they monitored his vital signs and administered the necessary treatment.

As the medication began to take effect, the dizziness slowly started to subside. A sense of gratitude washed over him as he realized that he had made it in time, that he had sought help before things could take a turn for the worse. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of acting swiftly in moments of crisis.

As he lay there, recovering in that sterile hospital room, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. Just hours ago, he was celebrating, surrounded by friends and bathed in the joy of success. And now, he found himself locked in a battle for his own well-being.

It was a humbling experience, a stark reminder that life is unpredictable and that they must cherish every moment, for it can change in an instant. As he closed his eyes, gratitude and a renewed sense of appreciation for his friends and loved ones filled his heart. Their support and love had been vital in getting him through this ordeal.



(to be continued)