MR LECTURER PART 3

 

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I knew I was in for something appalling and disgraceful. There was nothing for me to write and no one to cheat from, because I’ve moved away from everybody. I was steaming in anger, but there was no way to express it than to fail, and get out of the class. I filled my paper with answers to the other question. And he laughed all through the exams. Mr Adewumi walked into the exam hall; and slowly like a supervisor walked to my table. I was happy at this point. He asked if the exam was easy, and I told him I read the other part of the course… he was surprised and told me to meet him in his office immediately after the exam. I was happy there would be a way out.

Now I was sure I might not need Mr. Osagie again. I waited two hours after exams for Mr. Adewumi to get to his office.  I told him the whole episode that happened in Mr. Osagie’s office the other day, and he acted so astonished. He said I would have told him I had difficulties with the course. He brought out another answers script, with the textbook we used; asked if I have my notebook with me, I said yes. Then I started my copy and paste action. It was less than forty minutes for me to finish. He said he would switch the answer scripts but for it to happen I had to tender. Tender what I asked. He said I should stop acting like I don’t know what he meant. He moved closer and starting touching me. I looked at my script on his table and thought of failure. If I have a carryover I can still rewrite this exam and will pass. All these thoughts roamed my mind but I succumbed to his request, and gave a good round of sex on his office desk. He promised me all A’s during the sex and afterwards I walked to my hostel in shame. I knew I wouldn’t tell anybody, thus I’m covered. His own exam was easier and he promised whatever I wrote I should expect an A from his course. When we finished all exams, he asked if I had problems in any other one that needed a rewrite. I thought for some days and remembered my philosophy and logic exam was a guess, so I came back to the office and wrote again. Every time I visited the office, I involved him in a round of sex to complement my visit.

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I went home in a joyous mood with an assurance of success, expecting some good grades from my courses. I had problems with use of English also, but everybody had that problem. I didn’t want to be exceptional, I just wanted to be a little above average, and with my projection I’ll pass that.

The second semester registration isn’t as tedious as the first. It was less than a week for us to finish. But I needed to move around to sign my course form, and I need to see Mr. Osagie again. I walked into the fool’s office, and he smiled at me asking some stupid questions like, how was my holiday and the family. He told me Mr. Adewumi delivered some messages to him, and I should try and see Mr. Adewumi as fast as possible, to rectify some things. I wasn’t interested in whatever he had to say. I left after he signed. 

School just resumed thus all the big boys were now raving in their pocket money, showing so much love to all the ladies. Parties were on a regular, and every night I had queues of guys that are interested in getting between my legs, line themselves up in front of my room. I had to choose one of all these friends. I have mistakenly had sex with three guys. Their deceit was enormous. I didn’t want to fall for them, but the only way out is if you’re deaf. They are more than liars they are “LIONS”. I was always convinced by the moment anytime I’m with any of them. I later discovered they were friends, but I couldn’t complain. Everyone came back to apologize on their own, and I still like them.

I choose to stay with Nelly. He had a car, a lovely apartment, tall, rich and it’s of pride to be dating the registrar’s son. I thought all he was doing; coupled with what I was feeling, is called love. We were just fooling ourselves and playing. If I could have sex with Mr. Adewumi in his late fifties, I willingly gave in to Nelly. Sometimes, when we have issues to straighten out, he drives me round the school talking, or we sit at the sports complex. We were happy being together and I’ve started enjoying school. 

Result came out and was pasted on the notice board. Names were cut off from the list, but from the Matric number you’ll know what you result is. The place is always crowded, thus I choose to go at night. Nelly drove me to the department that night, and we sat for the crowd to clear. After a while I climbed to the first floor, to check the result of life. To my surprise, my result was cancelled with a marker, and my course adviser demanded I should see her. The next morning I rushed to the departmental office. She asked what I came for and furiously I told her my result was cancelled. I needed to know what happened. She asked for my Matric number, and I told her. She scrolled through some sheet of papers, and finally came to my number. She said she had to cover my grades because she was told I cheated during POL 101…….  Ijeoma Bello you have two scripts; can you explain that? Expulsion was roaming on my face. And I told her I collected another answer script while I was in the exam hall. Probably the lecturer mixed them. Anyway copy your result. I slowly copied it. I had three carryovers and they were in these way

·         POL101    ………….. 39 F Introduction to Political Science

·         SOC 101   …………..38 F Introduction to Sociology

·         GST  103   …………..37F Philosophy and Logic

 I hurried to Mr Adewumi’s office and I barged in. He had a visitor. He told me he has been looking for me. Ijeoma go to Mr. Osagie’s office and see him immediately. Tell him it’s from me. I knocked at the fool’s office and entered. He told me to lock the door behind me and started losing his belt……….I can still change the result, if you are now interested. He slowly raises my skirt up and ……..

MR LECTURER PART 2

Mr. Lecturer was so nice at first I loved his person but the end justifies the means they say, that was exactly our case. There is a peculiar problem with our university system; lecturers act as if they are members of the same cult against the students. If a particular student has a problem with a lecturer, and the student is planning to take the case up, all lecturers rally around their colleague to save his face.

The other incident was in my department. We had a departmental course, and the foundation of sociology was what we were being taught. It was also an introduction class, and the old Mr Adewumi was about deviating from what he was supposed to be teaching, into something else because of the way I walked into the class. I knew my skirt was short that day, and the way my ass got big lately was hmmmm…… My breast was acting ready for all actions; I knew I’ll turn my dad’s head if I wasn’t his daughter. Mr. Adewumi automatically became interested in me. Social science lecturers are the worst in the university system. It was a lecture on sociological imagination. A Charles Wright mill was the image maker of this concept and the way Mr Adewumi broke it down was passionate. We all knew university was different from secondary school. He asked for attendance which we all had to sign in his office thus he created another time to see me. Mr. Adewumi asked over five times if I understood what he taught and yes was my reply. I really understood.

The 1^st semester went on like that till three weeks to exams. Mr. Osagie came back with his threatening approach. Ijeoma Bello, Ijeoma Bello, Ijeoma Bello……. Mr. Osagie is calling you. The hostel started suspecting I had something to do with the man. He had sent a classmate of mine to call me from the hostel on a Saturday. What the hell is he doing on a Saturday? Reluctantly I crawled out of my bed, and made my way to the department. Dressed as casual as I could, but the beauty cannot be hidden; I proceeded to meet Mr Lecturer.

He was sipping a glass of juice and writing some questions on his laptop. After ushering me to sit down, and locking the door, he turned his laptop for me to see what he was doing. He was compiling questions for our exams. I felt like closing my eyes but I got a glimpse of the questions. He proceeded by telling me if your right hand, does not support the left hand in washing themselves, the hand will remain dirty.

Mr Lecturer: Ijeoma I am more interested in your success than your failure. Both the success and the failure are in my hands. When you hear people graduate with a first class, we are the people behind those girls. How many boys do you see that graduate with a first class. So in your own personal interest, don’t feel too rigid. When you shake your body for me, I’ll make all things work for you.

Ijeoma: I knew what he was driving at; but I had to act fast. He stood up and started walking towards me. I was scared of failure, but I was more scared of starting an affair I wasn’t interested in. I stood up and moved to the door; he called me back and he grabbed me. I told him I haven’t been with a man before in my life, that I was a virgin. I pretended I was about crying, and he felt I was really naïve. In all surprise he left me. Told me to sit down and started the fatherly gist again.

Mr Lecturer: you see in life nobody knows where we would meet later in future: he turned the laptop to me, and gave me a biro and paper. I copied the questions one after the other as he warned nobody should see the questions he has given me.

 I folded the paper inside my bag and walked out of his office; it was an adventure worthwhile. I don’t know how he just believed I’ve not been with a man, and who told him he would be in my future.  As I walked out of his office, behind me on the corridor was Mr. Adewumi (my sociology lecturer). He stopped me and asked what I was doing in Mr. Osagie’s office. I told him he just explained a topic to me in introduction to political science. He frowned at me as he said; “I’ve told you to meet me when you have problems with any course, any course” you understand? I said yes as I hurriedly left his presence. 

POL 101 was our first exams and I’ve studied all the questions Mr. Osagie gave me. I was fully a fan of him now. I know two courses I would not fail were Mr. Osagie, and Mr. Adewumi’s course. They both want me desperately, thus I could use my bottom power manipulate them to my success. Everyone’s identity card was checked as we were spread like we were writing exams for entrance into heaven. I got a seat where I would not be disturbed; I read the answers to myself one more time, as I walked to the back of the class to throw the sheets away. Mr Osagie walked towards me and I greeted him. He gave me a pat on my back like every other normal student. I smiled at him. The answer scripts were distributed first and instructions were given on where to write your Matric no, course code and title. Strict warning not to write your name on both question paper and answer scripts were repeated. All question papers were also distributed, and after a while we were told to open our question papers. To my utmost surprise none of the questions he showed me was in the examination questions… I looked at him and I saw the fool laughing at me …….

MR LECTURER PART 1

I have often noticed that a bribe...has that effect—it changes a relationship. The man who offers a bribe gives away a little of his own substance; the bribe once accepted, he becomes the inferior. This is the effect of an act seen as though it’s normal in the society we live now. Bribery could be defined as the offering of money or other incentives to persuade somebody to do something, especially something dishonest or illegal. Many definitions exist for bribery but all have in common an act of giving and a corresponding act of acceptance. Now who is to be blamed doesn’t come to play in all aspects of bribery but the course of this diary gives an account of Ijeoma and Mr. Osagie (Mr. Lecturer)

Lecturing no matter how rewarding it seems, play a major role in the crust of the demonic act eating up our nation’s personality. In the field of mistrust in the future of our country, our lecturers partake. The majority of the graduates being produced lately are termed as half baked. The question is who baked them? Mr. Osagie is an example of what our parents should know we encounter when we get into the four walls of a University.

My name is Ijeoma Bello, the second child in a family of five. I have an elder brother who spent seven years in studying a four year course at the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University; I choose the opposite, until I encountered Mr. Osagie at the imperial University of Ibadan Nigeria. He is a bad example for the image of our educational system in this country.

Although not all University lecturers take advantage of their female student, many lecturers in fact are thorough , morally upright, some see themselves as parents as others see themselves as pals, with people they are old enough to father. Our Universities are plagued by a disturbing culture of extreme sexual harassment, especially the beautiful young ladies. There is no form of reproach the student can give. If you try it, your entirety would be covered with failure during your stay in that institution. I had my own fair share but …….

It was my first class after two weeks of resumption. Registration had been a whole lot of stress in a span of land as big as my village. From health center, to department, to hostel, to library, not to complain of the long queue at the bursary, all the points at which one needs to register had a population to behold. Registration seems everlasting.  I was through in two weeks and the department of Sociology and Anthropology welcomed a genius in the making I thought. It was a general class for the faculty of social science. A political science course, (POL 101), and the introduction was flowing. We were up to a thousand five hundred students in the lecture theater. Body odours, dialects, perfumes, sweats, and the most unbelievable were people that have started reading what we have not been thought at all. It was all different from secondary school. I sat close to Hassana, we had attended the same school in Jos, and she was in political science but the joy of knowing someone in this new place, kept me alive. We were close to the front row. We had like four rows between us and the stage, therefore we were obvious for whoever was going to lecture.  

The flow of students into the lecture hall made me know the lecturer was coming in. Carrying four textbooks like we were in Harvard, he greeted the class good afternoon. We all responded good afternoon sir. He told everyone to get seated and wrote on the board, introduction to political science. He turned to the class and asked who can define what politics is? Before he ended the question, many hands were up. I thought they were carry-over students, because I didn’t know it. The first three guys said complete opposites of what it was, and he demanded a girl should try and answer also. No hands were up and in all surprise he turned towards myself and Hassana and asked me to try. I stood up and introduced myself and that was the introduction to Mr. Lecturer. I didn’t want to fool myself like those guys did so I told him “no idea” he sounded like he was discontented by my reply, thus he told me to meet him in his office after class.

I was nervous because I’ve heard if lecturers pick on you too early at school, you might end up having problems. Secondly he might feel I’m just a dullard; I dint even make an attempt. All those thoughts blocked my ears during the lecture. It was two hours and his class was over. He called me and another girl, who I later knew to be Bukky, and told us to follow him. I packed his books for him, and like a sheep to be slaughtered we followed him.

The office was practically a big room with many old and dusty books. Scripts of old students littered the place, and his big table had many sheets with little writing. He told me to drop the books and wait outside; he was attending to Bukky first. I waited close to forty minutes before Bukky told me to go inside. She had missed one of her buttons. and I suspected what could have happened inside. I slowly stepped inside with appearance that would usher my failure in a higher institution. Mr. Osagie told me to close the door behind me and told me to sit. He stood up, and started walking towards me. I was waiting for him to touch me before I scream, but to my surprise the blame continued, why on earth would you answer in a class with no idea? What school did you attend? Immediately the esteem was restored, I never knew it was a trap I was going to fall later. My session was thirty minutes. and the events that transpired were life changing. Mr. Lecturer was so ……….

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THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 5

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIDEL CASTRO ..

To any woman who suspects her husband of cheating, I implore you - for your peace of mind, for your physical health, for your mental and emotional well-being, and for the future, financial well-being of yourself and your children too, find out if what you suspect is true. Don't speculate - investigate! I think that was the mistake I made. I followed what I heard from Mrs. Aduko which was wrong. The picture of Chloe and my husband stuck to my brain for a while but with the presence of Johnson I believed they couldn’t do anything again. 

I stopped all interactions that could spring between Stephen and Chloe, and I made Johnson so comfortable. I didn’t intend cheating on Stephen with Johnson, but I intend using Johnson to block their communication and help me find out things on time. Now was my time to fight. I have kept quiet enough, and a reply to those women and girls is a call right now.

I had a disturbed night because of the baby, thus the dawn was my night. Stephen woke me up that he was going to work. Gave me a kiss and left. I jumped off my bed and to my greatest surprise as I walked into the sitting room, I saw my sister on her knees, talking to my husband. I hid myself so well behind the curtains but in all concentrations I picked “please don’t let my sister know and I swear I will not tell her also”. Stephen acted like a  man not attracted to her, as he told her; that’s the last time I want to see you there or hear you even talk to him. I didn’t know what to do. Should I burst into their conversation or go back… one thought prevailed over the others, I walked back into my room in assurance they cannot do anything again and with these scene of apology I saw, it means something is over.

It took a while for Chloe to come to the room. She said we needed to talk. I sat up on the bed in attentiveness; I need to pay attention to what she has to say. She started by saying she had done something erroneous within the quarters, and she is not happy about it. She said one particular day, when I was not around, Lt. Aduko came to the house to call Stephen for them to go hang out at the officer’s mess, but Stephen was not at home. He said he was going to wait for him, thus she opened the front door for him. 

Chloe: He started talking to me and we played a little with no objective. He drew closer to me with styles, and at a particular point he held me close to himself, and started kissing me. (Chloe started crying as she was saying this). He further pushed his hands into me, as all attempts to stop him weren’t possible. I was scared of him and he was also stronger. I still pushed until he stopped and he started apologizing. I told him to just leave, but he told me he wouldn’t leave. After apologizing for a while, he invited me to follow him to the officer’s mess. I didn’t agree to at first but with some persuasion that I‘ve forgiven, I accepted. He bought a drink for me as we sat at one dark corner, subconsciously I got drunk and he helped me back home.

 She starting crying again, and this time…… I held her close to myself. I knew the story at this time. Mrs Aduko had mistook her husband for mine, and I need apologize to her I guess.

 She wiped her tears and continued the story,

 Chloe: so after we finished doing everything in the sitting room, he was leaving when uncle came in. I had run into the room to hide and pretend I was asleep. I prayed he didn’t tell uncle what had happened to between us. They entered again to drink and uncle came to my room to check if I was asleep. I greeted him from the bathroom and told him his friend just left. I couldn’t sleep; I was just on my bed thinking in intoxication. It was after a while I heard a moaning sound in the other room and walking to the door the noise increased. It was the sound of a sexual intercourse and as I opened to observe, I saw uncle on a girl. A small girl for that matter; I wanted to talk but, his shout gave a reproach I can never forget. The next morning started with him apologizing to me, but sincerely he had not done anything since then. I kept this a secret since, but I can’t keep it again. 

 We held ourselves and I felt the bond in family again. I told her Mrs. Aduko knows about it but she thinks you were having sex with Stephen so let’s keep this within us. I need to confront my husband, but where did I know about this. I can’t be sleeping on the same matrimonial bed that had been shared. I needed that bed to be changed that day, but this man cannot go on like this   and I can’t start doing the same to calm him down. Before he came back our mattress was outside the building. I was in the sitting room complaining of backache. I told him I needed to see a doctor and told the doctor the mattress is too soft, thus it’s causing a backache. He advised we should get an orthopedic mattress which we did immediately. Before we slept I called Stephen and told him a dream I had……. He knew something was wrong. Either someone has confessed to me or I was a witch. Whichever way I didn’t mention names and didn’t react like it has happened. It was just a dream. It sent chills round his body when I told him in my dreams it all ended at his burial with twenty one shots in the air by the army. Then I knew the only way out was with spiritual leverage