MR LECTURER PART 7

I excused Jpapa from the whole squad he brought, to tell him the full story. He had also heard that I slept with Uncle Ben, which I didn’t. He only gave me a head, and then I was naïve. I want him to pay for what he has done I said. I opened up to him about Osagie too, and that really got at him. Jpapa is a ladies’ man, with lots of bad habits. He practically spends all his money on looking good. He has many girlfriends, but he never gets satisfied. He wants to sleep with all the women in school if possible. When he heard what happened he felt bad and said it was Nelly that caused this whole shit.

Jpapa: I trust myself “person go try that nonsense with my girlfriend…. Hmmm”.  

He picked Osagie as his first target saying Uncle Ben is difficult to deal with but we will. He says he needs a girl to set Osagie up, thus Vera accepted to be the bait. 

Vera became so close to Mr Osagie and following his bad habits he always wants to lay every girl that can pass for his daughter. His masculinity is extreme with his great frame of alopecia. He told Vera they would spend some time together, and Vera told him she doesn't want anywhere near school. He agreed with her, and they went into town, around new GRA. Jpapa was always in the picture of the whole plan, and he had planned with a press guy who would finish the whole job. 

It was Friday afternoon, after lectures hours and Mr Osagie got into his rickety Opel omega and started muscling it out of school. Jpapa and his crew of pressman and bad guys were on the trail. They followed him as he stopped at Mr. Biggs to buy food for the two of them. They followed him again as he moved to the new GRA, but he changed the hotel we expected he was going to. That wasn’t a problem though. Whichever hotel he goes to, he is in deep shit today.

ZONE 5 ABUJA

He didn’t stay too long at the reception before climbing upstairs. Only God knows how he knew they lodge here. The hotel had no sign post, and nobody wore uniforms inside the hotel. Williams had come with Jpapa for the mission so he was sent in first to distract the girl at the reception desk. He walked to the desk and greeted the girl. He asked for room rates and asked if he could be shown the rooms. Since the staffs were not many, she was the one to lead in the inspection. They were checking the rooms upstairs when she suddenly skipped a particular room, which means that, the action is taking place there. 

Room 112 has always been known for bad habits, and they were fortunate to pick room 112. Williams agreed to stay in the room opposite 112 but he needs to show his friend if he is comfortable with the room. The girl at the reception was surprised when 3 guys walked in as the friends. He told her not to be scared that only two of them are staying here. The other friends came to drop them off. He walked with her back to the reception and the assignment began. 

Jpapa called room 112 and staged he was room service. 

Jpapa: hello, please I’m calling from the reception sir, there is an electrical problem we are experiencing right now, and our electrician would just come and switch off a main in your room. It would only take 10 seconds of your time. He said the electrician should come up as fast as possible. 

In less than a minute his room door was knocked, and as he opened they pushed him inside showing him a small pistol. He had pulled his clothes, wearing only a boxer short ready for action. Vera was on bra also playing along. We forced him to lie down as if we were really armed robbers, and took away all his possessions. We left him with only his boxers short and we took photographs of him lying on Vera. In all of this Vera’s face didn’t show. We left after a little bit of humiliation.  

The work is completed, now is the time to make him pay. The press guy was to leak the story to the media houses accusing the man of rape. His marriage is about to be destroyed because his wife was going to read the story. The news came out on Monday with one of the best headlines……

University of Ibadan lecturer (Mr Osagie) rapes student to coma……..

His picture followed with one of his notebooks in his hands. School management called him immediately and it was difficult for him to deny any involvement with a student. His defense was: it wasn’t rape. What was it was the question, but he was dumbfounded.

Senate met that day, and his fate was decided. He was to be suspended from the school till he can clear himself of this case. The whole school was happy that he was caught, but everyone wanted to know the student involved. The school has sent for Vera also but we had reported she has travelled home based on the trauma. 

He went to his office in shame to pack his belongings. I can imagine what would be running in his mind. What would I tell my wife? What of my kids? I was happy he was sober. He has caused much sadness in the lives of many; it was now his turn. He was about to enter his car when school security drove to the front of the department with two plain cloth policemen. They showed him their ID cards and said: you are under arrest for ………

MR LECTURER PART 6

LANRE AMNESIA & UYI VANITI, ABUJA CLUB MAESTROS

The demands ranged from passing all those he has failed due to his useless act; we don’t want to hear anything like this coming from him again etc. I never knew old people could shed tears the way he did. He begged we should give him the memory card from the digital camera, and one of my girls gave him a dirty slap. I started feeling like a boss. Once I was a victim to this man, now I’m a victor. 

Uncle Ben was next and it was going to be very hard to play on him. He is also a very smart guy.  He wouldn’t fall for that kind of trick Mr Adewumi fell for, thus we need project our strategy to something better. He has no wife, so blackmailing him takes little effect on him. So we decided it must be a criminal case effect. We resorted to creating a mishap, that would permit him to be in the same room with another student, then he must make moves, and there would be a shout for rape. Constable Morgan was the closest we could get. We told him the truth on how Uncle Ben sleeps with students. We explained the little we know about sexual abuse and harassment. He didn’t want to play along but after a little rub on his head, he accepted the offer.

Amina was to be used in this operation. She suddenly became Uncle Ben’s acquaintance. Their friendship took a deeper turn the third week after they met. He started telling her sex stories also, and always tells her to come spend some times with him. She always acts as she is not into all those sexual acts.  But he persisted. She became exactly what I was then to him, their friendship ranged into purchase of lunch also. He even told her about me: that my boyfriend complained I love sex too well, and one day I came to his hotel room begging for sex. He had to call my boyfriend to come. That I was amazed when I saw my boy friend, and that two of them were laughing. I cut off Amina in the public, and our discussion happened only at night.

Constable Morgan called again and asked if there any information to the effect, and we told him we are still working on it. He advised we are not supposed to lead a man on until he commits a crime. We told him he would hypnotize the student with his words, and all will be clear later, thus let’s apprehend him now. 

 

IT'S FRIDAY!!!

It was on a Friday and we all left the hostel, leaving Amina stranded. She couldn’t enter the room, thus she called Uncle Ben.  He told Amina he was driving back to school to help out. It took almost twenty minutes for him to get to school, and without compromise he picked her and home he faced. He started touching her laps inside the car, and she was uncomfortable. 

Amina: when we got home he took my bag into his room, and gave me a T shirt to wear after having my bath. I told him not to bother because it rained during the day and I’m feeling cold sort of. He persuaded me to have my bath, and I told him I don’t wear people’s cloth. He laughed as he said I am still a baby that’s why I am thinking that way. He said that means I can’t kiss…. I shook my head in a negative way. He moved close and forced a kiss down my throat and for the first time I was enjoying it. We continued the kiss as NEPA took light. We rolled from the couch to the floor and all was smooth sincerely I forgot my friends and police were waiting for me……..

Constable Morgan was all ready for the grab; waiting for my shout of rape and move in immediately. He waited with his team for over two hours before he realized Amina might have compromised the action. Another thought came saying she might be so hurt she couldn’t shout thus we move in without notice. Officer said no… that will be breaking into someone’s house and its criminal in nature. We went back to our hostel waiting for a report tomorrow. We deliberated the act of Amina for a while and doubted her compromising this mission. If she sells us out we are ruined in this school. It was eleven o clock before Amina came back to the hostel. We all rushed towards her to hear the best of the news she brought. What did he do to you? We were waiting for your shout yesterday but didn’t hear anything from you. 

 

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Amina: why do you people lie this much? Uncle Ben is a nice person. He was soft on me and sincerely, I like him so well. I cannot continue with that plan of yours. 

She opened her wardrobe and picked some clothes and off she was. I stopped her and asked where she was going. Ben’s house she said. I laughed and sat her down. I tried to explain to her what Uncle Ben has done to her but she wouldn’t believe. We left her to go when she threatened to report what we are planning if we persist. The deal is open and we must move on him before she talks … we thought for a while and the next plan surfaced. I called JPAPA (Nelly’s best friend) and narrated the story to him. He asked for two hours to finish up a deal. When he arrived with his squad, I knew all was done.

MR LECTURER PART 5

KLUB VANITI..... WUSE 2 ABUJA

Mr Osagie’s course was the last one and he brought me to the front row where I cannot spy. Political economy is one of the most difficult courses in political science, and Osagie knows the relevance, thus he builds fear in our minds about success. I wasn’t scared of him any longer as I’ve chosen not to go close to any lecturer again. 

The questions were familiar, but only God gives success in this great institution of ours. Whenever I stop writing, he willingly comes to my desk asking if anything was wrong. I always told him all was fine.  I waited for everyone to finish and we all submitted together. He told me I can see him in his office if I think it’s necessary, and I said okay sir; but I’ll let it pass. I left the lecture theater for church to thank God for a successful exam, and preparations to go home started. All students were broke this period and everyone wants to borrow money till beginning of next semester. I needed also but who would give me. I went to Uncle Ben’s office to tell him I needed money to travel home as I have finished my exams. He gave me five thousand naira, and apologized again for what happened. At this point I started to understand something was wrong. I felt I was part of the whole drama at a time, but with Uncle Ben’s request for forgiveness; that means he has done something wrong.

I told an older friend of mine when I got home about what happened. I changed the name though, thus he told me the student was hypnotized by the lecturer. The lecturer was aware of what he wanted to do from the start. But the student was following in obedience because most times we seek guidance from someone ahead of us. Just like a spell, the effect of the words of the lecturer took over the student, and she yielded to the touches that came afterwards. That lecturer is even good, he is apologizing; when we were in school, you will be the one to apologize to them he said. We ended the conversation on one note; trust no man when you are alone with him in a room. Even your uncles can do same.

I knew I wasn’t a jambite any longer, thus I would not be starred at any longer. I resumed three days after resumption date. The students were gathering already. Halls were being given and roommates were new faces. People were running around for registration again, and the work load reduced with a course. My registration took three days. I wouldn’t have seen Mr Adewumi and Osagie again if not for carryovers. I was in their office and they kept telling me to wait. Osagie said he must register hundred level students first before he registers carryover. I was stunned when Adewumi told me I might not be able to add his course to my work load, as it would be too much for me to do. These two lecturers were now point of agony to me in this institution I projected would cause me the best in life. I had to do something about them.

I didn’t know much of sexual abuse until I discovered I have just been a victim, of a social crime I would be thought that semester as a topic. Mrs Gambo was the lecturer in charge of social problems, and she dwelt a lot on sexual abuse. I think she had been a victim also. Many victims she said were ashamed of coming out after abuse to talk about it, and others are scared of the drama that follows. She made me understand that these are the manifestations of sexual abuse: verbal harassment, subtle pressure for sexual activities, unnecessary touching, patting or pinching, leering or ogling of a woman’s body, demanding sexual favours accompanied by overt threats concerning jobs, grades and lastly physical assault. Furthermore she said 67% of Nigerian female graduates would have been assaulted at a time or the other. The meaning was getting mixed up in my mind and I was forced to raise my hand up in a question to change my perception about people I thought were supposed mentors.

Madam: if a student is deceived or maneuvered into a sexual activity which she is naïve about before the act……. She concluded with “that’s a sexual abuse”. Then I knew Mr Osagie, Mr Adewumi and Uncle Ben have all abused my personality, and they will pay dearly for it. I left the class that day feeling a little lower than myself. I needed to gear myself up to face these immorality our institution is facing. Even though I cannot end it, I will expose these people. Result was released and I had good grades in my entire courses except one. I didn’t fail this time, the result was nil. It was Mr Osagie’s course again. I was getting a lot furious now and my acts could lead to me being expelled. I walked into his office to tell him I didn’t get my result in his course. He shouted at me to leave his office; asked me if I feel his office is my fathers’ house. I reported to the department’s secretary, who escorted me to his office. He said my script was misplaced, and they are looking for it. I didn’t understand what that meant, until it recorded in my CGPA as a carryover.  For a whole session I’ve suffered from the hands of these men, they must pay back and I’m serious about it. 

I did more studies on the serious abuse we suffer as ladies, and many revelations were made. I started my plans on how they would pay back. Many thoughts came to my mind. Some were criminal in nature, thus I dropped them. It took over two months before I was going to expose my revenge on them, and the first to suffer was the first to taste. Mr Adewumi had really believed I was interested in having sex with him. It was at the Hotties hotel we agreed to meet. I had Librium in powdery form in preparation for the day. We entered the room and I told him I was not happy with the failure I experienced in his course. He promised he would change it if I can only continue to be nice to him. He had gone to the toilet to ease himself when I introduced the drug in his drink and that was the first tool I used I dealing with him. I had pictures of him naked soaked his clothes inside a bucket of water and applied soap. I stayed with him till he was awake. In deepest surprise he saw 11 girls starring at his nakedness about to make a demand…….. 

for further readings on sexual abuse and harassment: perception of sexual harassment in universities by ADEYEMI I IDOWU  is a good reference .

MR LECTURER PART 4

I hit his hand and told him I’ll scream. He jerked off me, and sat in his chair. His manhood was the longest I’ve ever seen. One black long thing: dangling between his legs, and looking heavy, supported by his hand was ready for action. Why would you deny me sex, and willingly give to Adewumi? I felt betrayed by Mr Adewumi; but I remembered he has a case to answer also. I denied it completely and Mr Osagie was convinced. He said he was a senior lecturer, and Mr Adewumi is just a lecturer 2. After all said, he advised I should be close to him, but the course remained a carryover. 

I thought carryover’s duration was just one year, I didn’t know it could go on till your final year. Mr Adewumi suddenly became strict. I became a normal student to him. He wasn’t polite to me again. I choose to ignore those lecturers and even all lecturers and face my studies. 

I told Nelly about my result and he was so indifferent. I expected him to react to carryovers, but it seemed a normal thing to him, thus I continued in my life of failure. Second semester had all the activities on campus. MISS MOREMI, MISS UI, MISTER MACHO, all clubs were doing parties, raves on campus and student union week. The level of failure this semester was to be worse but not caused by either Mr Osagie or Mr Adewumi at all.

Nigerian people and culture seems a very interesting course to me. Not for the content alone, but for the eloquence and style with which Uncle Ben delivers the course. He has been one of the few people I would end up appreciating as a lecturer. He schooled in Herriot watts in Scotland, and the sticker was placed on everything he owned. All examples were made in reference to where he did his Masters, as if he skipped undergraduate. But sincerely he was a scholar. Uncle Ben doesn't like girls, girls like him, and I misguidedly found myself in that same sphere. He respects me beyond other girls, and gave credence to issues that pertain to me. Nelly knows him and he is comfortable with me being with Uncle Ben. His office was my library, as I spent most of my times playing and reading in there. He was now my steady lunch buyer, and he never hesitated. 

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Then I had a problem with Nelly and I felt Uncle Ben could help in settling the issue at hand. I was in his office that evening, as he was marking scripts for the just concluded second test. I had scored eight out of ten, and it was evident I was going for an A in his course. He listened as he marked the scripts. He paused at a time and told me the history of relationships, he used some logic in psychology to convince me not to push so hard; else I’ll be seen as desperate. It’s too early for you to do this he said, and I accepted. Deal with your books more than a man and don’t get yourself worked out. He offered me drink and suya and who am I to say no. we proceeded to “senior staff”, and I had Gordon spark and the suya was many. Rain started gathering gradually thus we needed to leave the outside bar. He went inside to whisper some things which I wasn’t interested. When he came back, he suggested we enter into a room because I won’t feel comfortable sitting with a lecturer at a bar with many other lecturers. I agreed to his propositions; all in clear thoughts. I never knew senior staffs had room for people to sleep. We were in the room and I lost touch of time. Most times I forget Uncle Ben is a lecturer. We talk about sex like it was normal. He started telling me about his ex girlfriend and why he wasn’t married. He had a relationship with an Akwa Ibom girl, who never reaches orgasm. He would try his best to satisfy the girl but she never gets satisfied. No matter what he does someone else must crown it up for him. 

He explained the vagina of a woman and spoke about circumcision. It was an eye opener for me as I never knew all these things. At this point I had forgotten about Nelly completely. Uncle Ben has created a world for me; a world I wasn’t in control. I was just flowing in the euphoria of what he was creating. 

He asked me if I knew the point to touch in a woman to fill up her satisfaction. I answered no. He leisurely unzipped my pant trousers, and showed me my clitoris. He touched it a little and left it. He sat down again to drink. I didn’t know what I wanted at this time. I wanted to see it again but it meant I was getting naked. I couldn’t stop him from a second time as he came. He pulled down my trouser, and lowered his head in between my legs. I wanted to scream but his hands on my mouth. It’s an unexplainable feeling. The height of ecstasy was the flick his tongue was doing at random. He put his hand inside my top and exposed my breast. I couldn’t complain. I have never felt anything like that before. He had prepared me as a meal to be eaten when Nelly walked inside. He said sorry and left, just for him to open the door a second time in confirmation to see me. 

Spread of bad news on campus is more rapid than CNN. In two days the whole school had heard, there is one Ijeoma girl like that, and she was caught having sex with Uncle Ben at senior staff. I didn’t feel bad about the news as much as for the fact that Nelly disturbed what uncle Ben was doing.  Uncle Ben tried to apologize to me, and said he usually uses that room and at the reception Nelly is a regular visitor, thus they allowed him pass. Nelly had been going home, when he saw Uncle Ben’s car in front of senior staff. He was coming in to report me to Uncle Ben also when he saw that dastardly act. He was broken but there is no going back. All love was lost.

I became popular and everybody now wanted a share from the forbidden fruit. All classes of guys were now on my trail. Fingers point at random and some even asked me if it was true. I was unstable emotionally and second semester exams were near. I needed to do lots of studying not to repeat a first semester experience. Keeping to myself, wasn’t helping matters so I made some new female friends and changed my dress code. It’s just a matter of time my news would expire I guess. We kept late nights, reading all through, attending tutorials, and believing some question had been leaked. All were not to be trusted but you cannot leave it for granted.

The first paper was Uncle Ben’s course. After the incidence we’ve seen twice before the day of the exams and I’ve told him to stay clear at least for now. I told him I can’t stand the whole story of me sleeping with a lecturer going on in school. But on this day he was in the exam hall to supervise the exams. It was a little difficult but I tried my best and I expected whatever came out of it.