Naijasinglegirl; My affair with Mr Lecturer

This happened during my university days but I thought it’s best to share it this post-examination period of universities in Nigeria.

One of my randy lecturers was always giving me ‘the look’ each time he came to class. When I noticed that, I avoided every situation that might make him request any form of private meeting with me.

One afternoon, I went out of the school premises to get lunch at a newly opened restaurant. As I proceeded to pay at the counter, the waitress told me someone had already taken care of my bills. I turned to acknowledge my good samaritan and lo and behold, it was my lecturer. I put aside my inhibitions and went to thank him. A short conversation ensued between us. He offered to give me a lift but I politely turned him down. I instantly knew sooner or later, I’ll have to pay for the rice and snacks.

Three weeks after, the lecturer called one evening and requested I come to his office. I quickly soaked myself with anointing oil before obliging his request. When I got into the office, he walked up to hug me despite my holy body.

  “But Sir…” “Shhh…don’t call me Sir, call me by my first name. I want us to be best friends”

“But Sir….how is that possible” I was mesmerised.

He released me from his grip and began admiring my body.

“You seem very flexible, I want you to dance for me”.

Dbanj’s ‘fall in love’ was playing on his office stereo.  The lecturer was about 6 feet in height and he had this irritating voice of chipmunk. Whenever he raised his voice, he sounded like Kim Kardashian. See me see wahala oh!

“No offence Sir, but you are old enough to be my father.” I spoke  in a nonchalant way.

My statement had angered him. “If you are a child then why are you in the University? Get out of my office. Foolish girl.”

I scurried to the door immediately. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me I was in deep shit.

The following week was our examination week. Three days before his paper, he sms’d me on three topics I should strictly focus my study on.

His sms had me looking at my phone like, awww…. this man is truly a best friend.

D-day finally came and I couldn’t wait to scatter his paper.When we were issued his questions, one look at the tough questions had me concluding>

 

He had tricked me. Twenty strange questions to answer all. All questions had children and grandchildren.

I adjusted my neck in examination mode but that didn’t help either.

It occurred to me that all our papers were different types. The lecturer must have done that deliberately to mess me up.
I busted into an uncontrollable laughter. A laughter of failure…

The shit of paper I used in revising were in my pockets. The urge to cheat was too strong. I didn’t know when I pulled it out.
That was when I heard,

“Give it to me!”

The no-nonsense supervisor in charge suddenly appeared by my table. I threw the paper into my mouth and began chewing.

She patiently waited for me…

My tears angered her more…

My blank answer sheets were forcefully taken from me and I was walked out of the hall. On my way back to the hostel, I bumped into the lecturer and explained everything to him. He consoled me with,

“Get a hotel for us so we could go there to discuss how you are going to pass my course.” Upon hearing that, my tears soaked up to my shoes”.

Three days after, I took a bottle of wine and entered into his office like this.

“For the sake of my baby, help me Sir.” I pleaded

“My friend, how did you get pregnant in 3 days? Are you the Virgin Mary? You think I have time for games here?” He admonished me.

My class representative even pleaded I am a witch but his mind was made up on me. He was bent on taking me to his bed at all costs just because I mistakenly ate his meatpie and rice.

That was when I went spiritual. I went into a sober mood and began praying. God in his infinite mercies answered my prayers. Within a few days, peace had been restored to my life. When school had reopened, the lecturer was laid off with 6 other lecturers. I also had a C in his course. This was a course I submitted a blank sheet. That incident remains one of the biggest miracle of my life.