IT was over and I was back in school. I told Happy to move in with me and she agreed, trust me I always pay my dues. I can’t rule out the fact that I’m where I am today through her help.
A month after resumption, the class rep made an announcement that we’ve all been given Project supervisor. We are to go to check the list at the HOD’S office. We all went to the departmental office after the day’s lectures.
I checked my name and I was to be supervised by Doctor Williams. I was paired with three other students. The four of us decided to go to him to present ourselves as his project students.
After the brief introduction, he told us to go and choose three topics each, so he’ll be the one to pick one for us out of the three topics. He gave us his numbers and we gave him ours too.
We all turned to leave and he told me to stay back. The others left and I was left alone with him.
Firstly, he took his time to scan me from head to toe. From my Givenchy orange jump suit to my Fossil George brown copper wrist watch and down to my Dior sling back heels and bag.
“Anike! I’ve had eyes for you since 300l and I’m happy that fate brought us together at last. I’m happy you are one of my project students.
I like you and I want to date you” he said after sizing me up.
“You want us to date or you want to sleep with me?”
I said that because that’s his specialty, sleeping with female students.
“Wow! I know you are sound academically but I never knew you are this blunt. You are very correct I want to sleep with you. I want to see what this gorgeous body clothes is covering” He said smiling seductively.
“Sir with all due respect that will not be possible.”
“Then be prepare to have an F in this project and you know what that means.”
“Sir, please I can give you anything you want other than my body” I went on my knees pleading.
“See big girl like you kneeling down. Get up my dear, kneeling won’t solve this. Just give me what I want and you even sweat to get an A in this project.”
Doctor Williams should be in his early 40s, no doubt he’s handsome. Female students throw advances at him. He had history with quite a number of them. Why he wants me to add me to the lists is what I don’t get. I don’t dress provocatively, I rock expensive wears, fine but not seductive ones.
I stood up, ready to leave, since my pleadings didn’t work.
“Meet me this weekend at Cascade Hotel, room 106.”
“You will wait till eternity” I said and left his office.
I went straight to the HOD’s office and I met some of my course mates. I told them I want to change supervisor. But they all warned me not to try it that I’ll attract unnecessary attractions to myself from the other lecturers.
I was mad, I determined not to give up easily. I seek counsel from another lecturer in the department and said the same thing. I even told him my supervisor wants to sleep but he advised me to keep on posting him, he said the man is mouthed in the department, he might not allow me to graduate if I don’t thread carefully.
I asked him if I could report to the HOD and he said…
You want to use monkey to harvest banana. You want to report a flirt lecturer to another flirt lecturer.”
I gave up on my pursue of changing supervisor. So I decided to play along, I won’t say yes, I won’t say no. I’ll just keep on posting him.
On Saturday, I was in Abuja with Prince. My supervisor called and called. Prince noticed I wasn’t picking my calls.
“Why are you rejecting your calls?”
“It’s not an important call.”
“Your admirers won’t let me have a quality time with my Princess” he said going through his tabloid.
“Prince it’s my project supervisor.”
“Pick it then, maybe he wants to discuss project.”
“He’s waiting for me in a hotel as we speak.”
“When did that start?”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
“I thought I could handle it.”
“By not picking his calls! When will all these male lecturers stop this their sexual assault?”
“This one is even worse.”
“What’s his name?”
“No, Senior lecturer.”
His call came in again. “Pick the call and record your conversation” he said and I obeyed.
I recieved the call and recorded our conversation.
“I’ll call your VC” he said when I was through with the call.
“You know the VC?” I was surprised, he never mentioned it.
He nodded dialing his number.
“Is there anyone in this country you don’t know?” He didn’t answer me, he had already placed the call.
He spoke with the VC on phone. I heard him gave him my details (department and level) then he mentioned the lecturer’s name too.
He disconnected the call. “He said you should report to his office, 11pm on Monday.”
“VC’s office! Please I don’t want this case to get to that level.”
My almost five years in the university, I’ve never stepped foot in the VC’s office.
“Well, it’s too late, the VC is already involved” he said. And I wished I kept my mouth shut.
On Monday morning, I left my apartment dressed in Versace three quarter sleeve blue blazer on a yellow sleeveless pencil dress and a matching Gucci ankle strap heels and a Marc Jacobs baguette bag. I left in my car for the School Senate building.
I report to the VC office. The VC’s Secretary asked if I was given an appointment and I said yes. She looked me from head to toe.
“Are you the student the VC is expecting?”
“I’m sorry o, it’s just that you don’t look like one.”
I just smiled. She doesn’t need to tell me. I know I slay.
I waited while she called him on intercom. She told me to go in and I entered confidently.
On a good day, I would have been scared to enter into the VC’s office but that was before I met Admiral Alawode. I’ve met so many powerful people in this country through him and we’ve dined and wined together.
“Good morning sir.”
“Anike from Admiral Alawode?”
“Yes sir” I bowed.
“What can I offer you?”
The VC offered me a drink. I smiled.
I’m OK sir.
Relax, Admiral is my boss.” He called his secretary, who asked me what I want. I just said malt and she served it.
I was sipping my malt when a man walked in and he informed the VC that the Panelists are ready.
“Sir, I’m I facing panel?”
“Yes, do you have the evidence with you?”
“Yes sir, it’s on my phone.”
“Now let’s go.”
We left and entered a conference room close to his office.
The panel consisted of just 10 people, 6 men and 4 women. I only recognized few of them. The Dean of student affairs, Dean of Faculty of Science (my faculty), My HOD and Doctor Williams the culprit who was on suit. Each as a table mic in front of them.
It was like a court setting. We were both called to take the stand. Each stand facing each other.
“Name please?” one of the panelist asked.
I was asked to tell what transpired between both of us. I said my part of the story.
He was asked if my allegations was true or false and he said it was false.
“Any evidence Miss Adams?”
“I have an audio recording on my phone” I replied and handed my phone over.
My phone was connected to a sound system and the recording was played.
Doc: Anike, I’ve been waiting for you in cascade hotel for the past one hour now.
Me: Sir, I told you I can’t do it. I can’t sleep with you.
Doc: Come and tell me that to my face.
Me: I will never sleep my way to get grades, Never. I did not do it in lower levels, not now that I’m in final year.
Doc: What are you feeling like, I even try to consider you because you are tush to bring you to an hotel. Do you know how many students I have sexed in the office on my table?”
Me: That’s them not me.
Doc: Why are you feeling so special, did you have gold on yours?
Me: Yes, it’s gold.
Doc: Both those small small boys can dig it right. I give you 30mins to meet me here now or else consider yourself having an extra year. Cos I’ll make sure you have an F in your project.
Me: You know what do your worse sir.
And the recording stopped.
“Doctor Williams, do you have anything to say?” The panelist asked after the voice recording ended.
“That recording is not real sir, it was doctored.”
“Will you shut up, do you know who she is? You have bitten more than you can chew and this time around, you will pay for all your past sex escapades with the female students” in this school.
Mr. VC sir, we have verified the recording.
“Hold on a sec” He made a phone call with one of the phones on his table. Then Admiral Alawode’s PA came into the room.
I was like what is going on here and what the hell is he doing in this room. I left him in Abuja the previous day.
He handed an envelope to the VC and the VC pass it to one of the panelist.
They read the first one. It was an evidence from the telecommunications and it gave the details of our conversation on Saturday.
“The details here with me states that you called Anike Adams number 16 times. She later picked the call around 6pm on Saturday. True or false?”
“True, but I wasn’t to discuss project with her” Doctor Williams replied.
“You call your project student 16times, that project must be an emergency!” one of the female panelist said.
(Trust women nau, they are good at stepping on control P. She already took it personal)
“She has not submitted her project topics” he replied.
Has the other 3 project students submitted?”
“Yes they have.”
“When did they submit?” The dean of student asked.
“This morning” he replied.
“Smart move” he smiled and adjusted his glasses.
“Where were you on Saturday, 5pm to be precised?”
“I was in my house.”
“Here is the ledger of cascade hotel, it says you checked into the hotel at 5pm on saturday.”
“Yes, I forgot I was there to relax.”
“And in your phone conversation with Miss Anike Adams, you specifically told her you are in Cascade hotel waiting for her.”
“I called to…..”
The other female panelist hit her palm hard on the table, thereby interrupting him.
“Do you realize the VC is on sit and you are still standing there wasting our precious time here.” She fired at him.
“You still dare to deny, you good for nothing bastard.”
Jesus Christ! That was Admiral’s voice, he was on phone all along.
All the panelist turned to face the VC, the voice came from the phone on the table. It was so audible since the table was mic.
– God’s expectations are always clear.
– Christians should always endeavour to follow God’s ways.
– The will of God supersede our personal will.
* When facing the challenges of life, why do we sometimes tend to achieve our goals through any means available, not minding the will of God?
READ EPISODE 19&20
Published By: Ifeoluwa ORISAKAHUNSI