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…


When I couldn’t swallow the bitter paper, I vomited it into her palms and
busted into tears.




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.


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good girl
But you stingy oooo, d thing no dey read meter now




are u a virgin ?

holatin:
good girl
But you stingy oooo, d thing no dey read meter now




are u a virgin ?

lol

Ok.






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Virtual Secretary
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Hilarious..

Op never went to university. See mumu story

If this ever happened, I salute the lady's courage to do what she did.

Many can't do it.

The lord is truly with his people

And that was how you risked an extra year while your bf chows it for free if you are gonna straff ,why not use it for something quote me and die by fire and ps ashawo no be job o for all those gals saying abi o in their minds

real fiction.. OP you sure say no be you the beg your lecturer to collect Nyash?

This is a novel

So

Hmmmm

Not all ladies can stand their grounds when it comes to such situation but I must commend you for such bravery act....

Lol nice picture illustration funny story

barackodam:
If this ever happened, I salute the lady's courage to do what she did.

Many can't do it.

The lord is truly with his people

Sure! He's truly with His people

Hilarious!!!

Hot lie!!!
Just joking.

Your prayers worked for you. If I believe this story make I na.ked bath for bathroom

proud of you. keep it up

holatin:
good girl
But you stingy oooo, d thing no dey read meter now
are u a virgin ?

but hiv is real na

Feels like fiction to me.

Story for the...!

Chai!

Am I d first here, I didnt read jst want to book space b4 go read

Summary pls

lol

There's god.

Goshhhh!!! I faced similar experience too...God saved me.