You Knows The Name!




Dr Jefferey walked through the double doors of Haven Clinic, into the tastefully furnished reception area. He eyes quickly scanned the room, taking a mental note of how many patients were waiting to see him, and then he walked briskly past the receptionist's desk into the corridor that led to his office.

When he got into his office, he went straight to the adjoining room where he did private exams, to make sure that everything was in order. Satisfied, he went back into his office, sat at his desk and quickly browsed through the patients' files which were waiting for him on the large desk.

He reached for the intercom and rang it, to let the receptionist know that he was ready to attend to patients, and after a while he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in" he bellowed and the door swung open to admit a lady and a gentleman behind her.

Woman: Good evening, doctor

Doc: Good evening, madam. Please, take a seat.

Woman: (signalling to the man) Mike, greet the doctor.

Mike: Okay love. Good evening, doctor.

Doc: (a little puzzled) Good evening sir. Please,sit, both of you.

Woman: Sit down, Mike.

Mike: (sitting down) Yes,love.

Doc: So, your name,please?

Woman: (pointing to Mike) Mike Okoya

Doc (flipping through the pile of files, he found the one which had that name on it): Okay. So,what is the problem?

Woman: (sighing deeply) Doctor,its in and out o.

Doc: In and out? What is that?

Mike: Doctor, she means...

Woman: Sharrap Mike

Mike: Yes love.

Doc: Madam,if he's the one with the issue, I think he should be the one to speak.

Woman: He's not the one with the issue; I'm the one with the issue if not we wouldn't be here.

Doc: Oh, forgive me please. Now, tell me what the problem is so we can tackle it together.

Woman: But I told you its in and out na.

Doc: Ma'am,I really don't know what in and out means.

Woman: Okay. He goes in and comes out and gets ups.

Doc: (with understanding) Aaah.

Woman: You need to do something because I'm not happy.

Doc: But that means he's the one with the issue.

Woman: How can? When he goes in and comes out and gets up, he will be smiling and happy but I will be angry and unsatisfied. So who now has the issue?

Doc: Hmmm. So, the problem here is that your husband is suffering from premature ejaculation, right?

Woman: Doctor, you knows the name, I knows where is paining me. Do something o.

Doc: Okay,okay. Let me prescribe something for him, but meanwhile, how long does he last before reaching orgasm?

Woman: Just 3 hours, doctor, 3 hours. Can you imagine?

Doc: (so shocked,his penis, oh, sorry, pen fell out of his hand) 3 hours???????????? And you call that premature ejaculation. Madam, do you want to kill this young man?"

Woman: (Vexed) Meaning? I say, meaning? What is 3 hours? The one before him used to go 8 hours non-stop. Even then I used to complain. Doctor, 3 hours no work o. You have to do something.

Doc:(Appalled) Madam, I think you have issues.

Woman: Is that not what I've been telling you since?

Doc: No, no, this young man is perfectly normal. There's nothing wrong with him. You on the other hand are a...a...a... Nymphomaniac!

Woman: Doctor, you knows the name, I knows where is paining me...

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