Mr lecturer

MR LECTURER
EPISODE 2
I was resting in my sitting room
after a very stressful exam day
when my phone rang with its loud
ringtone.
I lazily stared at the unknown
number calling for some seconds
before answering.
“good evening sir” a female voice
greeted. I instantly knew the voice
belonged to one of my students
which made me clear my throat
and answer with a gruff voice.
“yea who are you?” i asked
seriously.
“hello sir, my name is comfort. I’m
one of your students. Please i wish
to speak to you. It’s very urgent.
Actually i’m in front of your
house” she announced, sending
me up on my feet with shock.
I was extremely surprised to learn
that the girl was in front of my
house because I never made the
mistake of giving my house
address to any of my students.
“you mean you are in front of my
house?” i asked to be sure.
“emmm not entirely in front of
your house, but inside a shop very
close to your house” she answered
without fear.
“what do you want?” i asked.
“your help sir” she replied.
“fine wait there. I’m coming out” i
replied, hung up and left my
sitting room to see what the bold
girl wanted. The few months i
spent so far in the job had taught
me that male students are more
scared of lecturers than female
students. I couldn’t imagine what
the girl wanted from me.
I slowly crossed over to the small
shop opposite my house where a
very light skinned beauty smiled
at me. She was really beautiful
and sharply dressed i must
confess.
“so what do you want?” i asked
seriously, throwing out a frown
like a stern lecturer.
“sir you know i’m in final year?”
she asked calmly, drawing more
anger from me with the question.
“i can’t really recognize your face,
what do you want?” i asked again.
“i missed Bio 301 exam today and
i can’t just spend an extra year
over it. You got to help me
please” she said boldly, throwing
me into another wave of shock.
“what do you mean i got to help
you ehh” i asked with a raised
tone. She quickly tried to kneel
before me but i stopped her right
on time.
“just help me, even if it’s with an
“E” i don’t mind doing anything
for it” she begged.
“but how come a big girl like you
missed such an important Exam?”
i asked suspiciously. I already
knew how most of the girls
travelled around even during
exam period.
“i thought the exam was to hold
by 12noon as was written on the
time table only to discover that it
held by 9am” she answered
quietly, while i breathed deeply.
“you will hear from me tomorrow,
just go back to your lodge and
don’t try the nonsense of coming
to my house again” i said to her
seriously.
_
I really spent most of that fateful
night thinking of what to do. A
part of me wanted to help her,
since i still had the answer scripts
in my office and equally was the
only lecturer handling the course
after Dr Ogbonna travelled to
India two months ago, but
another part of me frowned over
helping her.
I really was caught between doing
the right thing or taking the
wrong step. It could equally be a
set up, which i wasn’t blind about.
I just couldn’t reach any decision
that fateful night.
__
As soon as i got to my office early
the next day. The young lady
walked into my office with a calm
smile on her face. I frowned on
seeing her which she noticed and
drew closer to me without fear.
“please sir you got to help me.
I’m 28yrs old, i can’t afford
staying an extra year. I’m already
way behind in everything” she
begged.
“so what do you want me to do
eeh?. Supposing you participated
in the exam but wrote nothing it
could have been a different issue.
But you missed the exam. Your
record isn’t anywhere” i answered.
“i can get an answer booklet, and
write the exam anywhere you
want. All i need is for you to
accept it when i’m done” she said
boldly, giving me the impression
that she has done such a thing
before.
“so what’s in it for me, why should
i risk my career for you?” i asked
curiously. She smiled.
“sir do you have a guest room in
town?” she softly asked, slapping
my ears with the unexpected
question.
To be continued.

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