'I like this carpet-- is it Turkish? He asked"
Dr. Basra was amazed at his knowledge of carpets and gleefully responded with positive energy.
"Yes, it is. Thank you for recognizing it. Most people just compliment the carpet without observing where it is from." She responded as she showed the man to the sofa.
"Please--sit down. I am Dr. Basra--- what is your name"?
"Oh i am sorry, i didnt mean to be rude. My name is Rural 8 Luggoyo. I am here to seek some help from you, hopefully you can help me'. Mr. Luggoyo spoke with a soft voice--- as he sat down, and Basra quickly began to question in her mind whether he was Marehaan. Apparently, the dr. thinks the entire world is Marehaan--i guess--her husband preaching and bragging of the marehaan clan all these years has somehow through osmosis -penetrated her already eroded psychotic psyche thinking every dark somali is marehaan.
"I will be more glad to help you sir. I have to warn you that i am very expensive. I charge $ 2000.00 an hour." Basra insisted.
" Yes, yes, i dont care. I am rich, i can afford that. I have a tourist company in Saudi Arabia-- and i also have a cologne line that is really popular in Dubai. "
The dr. was impressed and coughed a little bit.
"Oh i see. Thats nice. In that case i will charge you 2,500.00 given your economic status" she retorted.
"Absolutely not. That is discrimination. How dare you" Yelled the man.
Basra immediately started to laugh and expressed she was joking. She quickly expressed her sorry-ness, and also realized the man was stiff and could not take any form of humor.
"SO How can i help you sir" Dr Basra politely asked with a mischievious smile.
"First of all, you apologize too much Doctor. Can you please stop that? It is annoying me. Second of all, i have a very uncomfortable situation i want to share or get help with."'
Dr Basra did not apologize this time, but she remained professional and smiled with none mischivious hint and asked the man to continue or share his 'situation'.
The man continued.
"Well.....well.......I have a problem with women.
I want to get married and have children, but i think i fear women's private parts. "Basra was kinda mildly shocked,at the enormity of the confession,she was also gently disgusted but curious to know more. Not following the mantra curiousity killed the cat- Dr. Basra asked for more info:
"How so? What is wrong with womens private parts?"
'Well, ma'am with all due respect, i kinda dont like the way it looks. Its like a piece arbys beef engulfed in a forest of unsanitised black pubic hair with a stream-line of urine eminating from an unknown source. Its nasty"
Basra nearly fainted hearing that graphic description of a sexual genetalia. In her sheltered, secluded world of polite Jane Austen tea cups and cookies--she never in her life heard such a ridiculous obsene description of the female private part. Suddenly, the dr. has a great idea for her patient.
"I am sorry sir--i am afraid, i cannot help you. However, i have great news.
I know a doctor who will help you. His name is Dr. Afdhere freudian gusberg. He specializes in gay people and the coming out prceseses. ""EXCUSE ME! Nacaalaah sheydaan kutalaaah. love foqol love. Who are you calling gay"? Suddenly, the mild mannered,gentle soft spoken marehaan patient rose up in anger. He paced through the room ranting and yelling, obviously this was the first time someone has ever said he was gay on his face. Basra was afraid for her life. She continued talking...
"I am sorry- i apologize. You are not gay. But take this card and call this dr. He will help you. I am uncomfortable in sex problems myself. Come on take it. Also, Mr. Gusberg is your inaa adeer-- a Marehaan, you will get all the discretion you need."
"EXCUSE ME ???? Who told you i am Marehaan? I am not Marehaan. I am Gardubise, i was raised in Saudi Arabia and i am not gay! "
