When hospitals become melting pots of morals
BARELY a week after Yours Truly went to town about this other matron at a local private hospital who is performing duties way above her professional qualifications, word reaching Blabber is that there is some sexual coercion obtaining at Government hospital in that town along the highway that connects our the eastern border city and the capital.
I mean this town that derived its name from this river that never dries.
Yes, at that hospital which handles critical cases in that district superintended by this buffalo chief, who operates a traditional court in town and is known for his radical disliking of sexual perverts.
Blabber has it on good authority that a human resources official at this hospital has gained the notoriety of conducting carpet interviews for desperate job seekers. Many female employees, be they nurses or casual employees have fallen prey to this uncircumcised bastard.
Hold your breath if you have a relative whose recruitment process was handled by this heavily built and towering moral dimwit, whose face can be easily mistaken for a chimpanzee. The bozzo hails roots in the sunrise part of the town while his name has some mourning connotations.
Blabber is informed that the sex pest recently tried to get a go at this single mother with links to that Asiatic retired doctor. He demanded to be paid in kind before employing her. She refused and lost and lost the job offer. So stringent are his condition to any woman, and very few can turn him down given the harsh economic environment. Our sister luckily got employed in the same capacity at this other surgery.
After missing on our sister, the repentant sexual pervert used the same modus operandi many other nurses and nurse aides and succeeded.
However, he met his own match some three weeks ago when a poorly rehearsed approach to this other morally upright and married nurse hit a brick wall with near catastrophic consequences.
Apart from standing her ground like an iron peg hammered on frozen ground, the woman did the reasonable thing to inform her husband.
The hubby, who deserved two five tots of expensive whiskey from Blabber, could have none of it and besieged the usually tranquil hospital armed with an axe and knobkerrie.
He created a scene as he demanded the infidel’s head. Rakava bishi nemheremhere chipatara chese rume richitiza kutemwa nedemo.
The sexual moron immediately went on a three week sabbatical. He has since reported for duty and nobody wants to associate with him.
Blabber is aware that a lot of white garment employees were seduced
at this hospital by this morally bankrupt fool, but it appears the chickens are coming home to roost.
We all know that he was part of a cabal that looted the institution’s coffers dry leading to the redeployment of his accomplices and Yours Truly is aware that it is only a matter of time before the axe is wielded on him. Blabber will keep track of this idiot…until he mends his ways.
Do as I say...
It is disgusting to take a look at how prophets and pastors of this age are behaving.
It appears it’s now a case of do as I say and not as I do!
These men of cloth, whom we all look up to for moral and spiritual guidance, are actually sexual perverts and conmen with unmatched artistry in nightlife.
Blabber will hold on to these two juicy tales on different ‘men of God’ who have perfected the art of duping unsuspecting citizens as well as seducing female congregants.
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