LIFE AFTER NYSC: THE REALITY, MY STORY

Good evening ladies and gentlemen of HOA and to all of our new members strictly here for this purpose. We do hope to have you around and enjoy more of your company and of course so you also get to enjoy some of our unannounced events.

Quickly and briefly, you are all officially welcome to another round of RANDOM TALK WITH ABSOL. A platform where we get to dissect issues from diverse issues affecting us the youths, meanwhile, it is not every time the talk is a serious one but you are sure of and guaranteed of learning something vital while listening to ABSOL talk.

So, let’s get down to business. By the end of this talk, the following are the things you would have an additional understanding of:

Ø  Get to know about the reality of Life Inside NYSC and after NYSC from my perspective

Ø  The real reality after NYSC and My Story

Ø  How to avoid costly mistakes many have already made and many more.

     Just as we have it in Customer Service, at the point of customers buying your products, customers can be made two things, either a terrorist or loyal customer. However, irrespective of what they become after purchasing your product, it is all strictly dependent on the seller, company or the brand as the case may be.

The same thing is applicable here. Your reality after NYSC is decided by a lot of factors mostly responsible for by YOU and YOU alone. Though, no doubt, there are others which you actually have no power over.

What is life inside NYSC like? I am Oluwasola Abiola Elisha – ABSOL. I served with the Batch B Stream 2 of 2019 and of all places in Nigeria to serve, I served in Ekiti State. The reason my state code read EK/19B/….7 and you are about to listen to my story.

I won’t be dwelling so much on my NYSC story but I will be dwelling on those that made life after NYSC a bit less cumbersome. So let’s go.

Like every other Nigerian graduate, I got mobilized for the compulsory one year service. The mobilization news came at a time when I was already into the teaching profession at Leader College Nigeria.

Of course, like every other Nigerian, I needed to quit immediately and start earnest preparations. I am a stubborn, playful and crazily adventurous personality and as a result of those traits in me, I went against my mom’s fearful counsel on picking nearby locations for NYSC, I picked Jigawa, Kano, Cross Rivers and Ogun State out of “You must pick a place from the Southwest.

Fast forward, I got, posted to Ekiti. That felt like a punishment for me but it was a blessing in disguise. Indeed, God’s ways are not our ways, the reason our number one point of emphasis will be that you don’t leave God out of the things that you do. He should and must come first in everything that you, very important.  

Ekiti, here I come. Did everything possible in camp to get posted to the capital city where I am now presently enjoying my life the little way I can. But NYSC again decided to reason me dirty. I got posted to Aisegba Ekiti! A rural and interior area of no light and water.

That was where my hustling and survival spirit got ignited. There were no way in the world I could practice any of my entrepreneurial skills in Aisegba, not car wash, not home cleaning services, not even writing, don’t let us even mention event hosting. It was the time of my life when I had to give up on freelancing when I started missing deadlines as a result of poor electricity power supply which never happened before and would never have happened if in a better location of adequate infrastructural and social amenities.

To those still in NYSC, what are the things you should do while still in service and still kinda enjoying “free money?”

Yes, it was more like I practically lost everything upon getting to Aisegba. As outspoken and bold as I can be, when it comes to asking for financial aid or assistance, I can be irrationally shy. So having lost everything I can use to be generating income, I had to start thinking outside the box. One very important thing to note before we proceed is that please, to further make your life after NYSC life easy, please do not introduce yourself to a lifestyle you are either sure not sure you can sustain and maintain after service.  

I have always loved teaching, it gives me joy and this sense of expression of myself which I love and that is the number one thing you may need to adequately work upon during your service year. DISCOVER YOUR PASSION AND AREA OF INTEREST. Teaching became the only available demand in the rural community. They value education so much but they have little or no access so I felt, that was an opportunity to further expand my knowledge of teaching after all I have been posted to the location strictly to teach.

I started sourcing out for home lesson clients and it worked! I settled for one of the things I have passion for and the number one on the list for that matter – TEACHING. To the glory of God, there was a rapid expansion that made me even secure two classrooms from a nearby public school before COVID-19 did it blow on us.

Another thing you should do during NYSC which is very vital to your survival after NYSC is GETTING A SKILL. I am not even talking about SAED now, I am talking about you venturing into a kind of skill in line with the discovery that you have already done.

I already had many skills on me before venturing into the adventure of NYSC but I am a bit of one hell of a curious person and crazy lover of knowledge. I love to know! I wanted to stretch myself and build up my skills so I started by developing my existing skills before venturing into ones I never had.

Please as much as you can during your service year, GET INVOLVED in activities. Volunteer and network yourself. If eventually given the chance to serve as a result of your show of interest, please do it diligently and committedly.

I started getting involved and that with the help and grace of God, I found favour in the eyes of my LGI, Landlady, and PPA headmaster. Don’t be surprised, the lessons from each of them will be shared as well.

First, my engagements and involvement during general CDS got me recognized by my LGI and when WHO decided to come for a project at Gbonyin Local government, I was effortlessly recommended and got selected against all odds. I did not get that by just sitting during the CDS days, please. Don’t forget, heaven helps only those who help themselves. I ended up serving as an Independent Monitor for WHO in partnership with Ekiti State Government and at large, the federal government of Nigeria. The incentive was worth it no doubt but the long-term benefit of it is still being enjoyed by me even after NYSC. We are going there, wait for it.

Secondly, getting involved and display of interest in things got me recognized by my Landlady and that was when I started learning great lessons about life and above all, home management. They were not lessons learnt from books, they were real and practical. Much of them are still in my head.

And yes with my PPA headmaster, I learnt the basics of School Management and above all, I was able to use the period to boost my basic ICT skills. I volunteered to help in the ICT department for the period I was in school, I became responsible for typing and printing the exam questions which helped my multitasking skills. There are many things getting involved and showing interest brought me, both bad and good anyways but life itself is a risky business and you only get to enjoy it as you take the risks. I became the social director and even served as head of logistics for the execution of our set’s CDS Project work, the first of its kind in the community. So please, if you are here and still actively in service, don’t waste the period of time just flexing and cruising. I also cruised and flexed, I even taught some of the opposite sex friends some lessons in the other room, a discussion for another day though. But please get involved! It kind of builds you for the rainy days ahead in ways you will never believe.

Above all, still on getting a skill, I decided to take a professional certification course in Customer Relationship Management (CRM). Omoooo, I have no regret I paid to learn that course. Trust me, the skills and certification are paying off big time right now. Please, get professionally certified in any area of your interest. Do your research and register with a recognized institute. I can only boldly speak of the International College of Safety and Management Professional (ICSMP). There are many more.

So after NYSC, what is the real reality and how do you face them?

We are in a system of he who knows who gets what. At least for the next decades and more, we all have to sadly embrace that reality. It is now left to us all to get ourselves connected and networked out. Don’t take any form of relationship for a joke. Make the best of every moment reality has decided to present you with.

There is a depressing stage we all must pass through especially when the reality of the question of WHAT NEXT? Boldly comes on you. Most times, this reality comes on one few months to the end of the program. I suffered mine but I had a crazy psychologist as a girlfriend then. Oyindamola Ajike went out of her way and fought really hard with everything she’s got to take me through that stage of “depression.” That was the period of time I got familiar with most psychological jargon. Rose was there for me all through, a babe and more indeed. She may have exed herself in my life for reasons only known to her, a breakfast I am still staggering to get back on my feet but surely, I owe her much and it is the reason I have kept on hanging around. No, she deserves all of the available accolades.

Meanwhile, reality after NYSC is a two-way thing, for some, their life after NYSC is settled even before they entered the camp. There are levels to these networking, connections and legging of a thing. The reason you should desist from comparing yourself and strictly focus on YOU and there are some of us that we actually have to climb that ladder of connections and networking ourselves. We practically have to build the legs. This message may not really make so much sense to the first category set of people but to those of us with short legs and little or no connections, then, kindly follow me as we delve into this together.

We had our Passing Out Parade (POP) on the 16^th day of July 2020. But before then, with the help of God, Rose and my many Mentors that will not give up on me, most especially my parents, I have been able to at least navigate my way for a start and the conclusion was that I was not going to go back home in Ife. I decided to stay back at my “Uncle’s” place here in Ado-Ekiti. I have a phobia of Lagos, so I did not even bother myself chasing opportunities at Lagos despite being qualified for some of the opportunities professionally. A very big part of me just does intentionally ignore opportunities from Lagos. I don’t mind any other location around the world o, but you see that Lagos? Let’s leave that for another day.

If you know me well, you will know that I create a family for myself wherever I find myself (an example of HOA). I make a family of people with the help of God and my human relations skills. So if I mention names such as Uncle, I am not referring to my blood relations.

The number one reality after NYSC that you need to embrace is that you should be ready to START SMALL. Don’t rush, it is a gradual process. The bitter truth is reality after NYSC is really a brutal one but if you can manage it well, you will survive the brutality beyond your imagination.

On no account should you settle for the statement of “I will rest a few months before I begin seeking opportunities” Please don’t!. Start immediately except you have a soft couch to land on, if not, please, don’t hesitate to start chasing opportunities. Just don’t ever remain idle.

I entered Ado-Ekiti, totally strange land to me on the same day of POP and the real reality finally came down on me right there in my Uncle’s house. Rose was always there to be talked to. She was never too busy to listen to me rant and talk nonsense. “Adeyemi calms down, okay so, what about…” I still remember vividly some of her words and they do give me thing goo bumps sometimes.

The first thing I did was to take a tour of the whole of my new environment. I walked practically every nook and cranny of Omisanjana. Having done that, I knew it was time to establish ABSOL VENTURES properly. I could no longer go back to freelancing fully as most of the clients already found alternatives. Oh Yes, just before I forget, after NYSC, no one actually sends you anymore. Nobody gives you money anymore, those who promised you jobs WILL disappoint you. Many will not pick your calls. Don’t blame them, most of them actually don’t have anything to offer at the moment, they are not being wicked. Younger ones will disrespect you, to the guys, your girlfriend may leave you. My own girlfriend did not leave me immediately though, blame not the young woman, time is never on their side.

So I started pasting my stickers all around. All of EKSUTH had my stickers then, there was hardly any house with a gate in Omisanjana that did not get my sticker. Well, it worked. Customers started coming in one after the other. Lack of capital will not let me set up properly so I settled for the home service pending the time there will be capital to set up ABSOL CAR WASH properly.

The ambitious I was not satisfied with the little changes coming in. I hate to be a burden to anyone, and I was already beginning to feel uncomfortable under my Uncle/helper’s roof. So I started walking around looking for possible vacancies in my area of career interest – Teaching. It was the time lockdown was just getting lifted. My hunting adventure worked, I secured teaching jobs at two different schools. Yea! Two different schools with different salary schemes. Of course, I failed other interviews at other schools as well or as people will say, I did not fail, an me no get leg. They were big schools you know. As I said, never be scared and afraid to start small, just be contented and keep pushing.

I comfortably picked the one that suit my interest. All of these happened between the 16^th day of July and Thursday 29^th of July when I entered my first class at LINKERS MODEL COLLEGE.

Many things have happened between then and now and the hustle continues. To the glory of God, at least now, I can lay claim to certain achievements and successful adventures. I am not where I want to be yet, but I give glory to God for how far I have come. The goal is just to never give up! That is my story so far. The journey continues.

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MR LECTURER - CHAPTER 9

Some days to Fadekemi’s birthday, in the evening, she heard a knock on her door. 

“Hello o, good evening, is Fadekemi in?” the voice said. 

“Yes!” she shouted as she was glued to her phone. 

“Can I come inside?” the voice said. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” she said paying more attention while she dropped her phone to cover her half-naked body. 

“It is from your dad, he asked me to deliver something to you” the voice said. 

“Oh okay, I am coming, but wait, is that Sola?” She said as she opened the door and immediately she opened the door she was shocked to see a young man holding knife signaling to her to keep quiet and enter the room, immediately they entered the room, he locked the door and dropped the curtain making the room a little dark. 

"Please what do you want?” she said as she went down on her kneels begging for her life. 

“Very good question, I would have loved to listen to your plea but your dad too will not listen when he is begged.” The voice said as he handed her a drink. 

“I want you to drink that now” he said with a command tone as he brought out the camera devices in the bag he came with. 

“Be fast, I don’t have much time” he said pointing the knife to her, within few seconds, She was done gulping the drink with larger percentage of it on her body. 

“Good girl that which you just drank will only make you sexually active, it is not poison, your sex partners will arrive soon because I will not be like your father, I won’t cheat on someone I love in the name of pleasure” he said as Fadekemi was already helplessly lying down on the floor while he punched his mobile phone to make some calls. 

“Guys come over, ready” he said. 

“p-l-e-a-s-e…” Fadekemi said faintly as she became weaker and just as she rolled on the floor, there was a knock on the door and immediately the young man went to open the door allowing three hefty men into the room, without wasting much time, the three men transported Fadekemi to the bed and did what they had to do while the young man recorded every action, after a while, they all left with Fadekemi on the bed asking for more while she regained her strength but before she make any further approach they were gone. Fadekemi was left alone in her room and a note on her blood-stained body. “THE ONLY WAY TO BULLY A BULLY IS TO BULLY THE BULLY, THE MORE YOU DO, THE MORE YOU GET” was what Fadekemi read in the note after fully recovering. 

She could not cry out loud and so she picked her switched off phone and switched it on to call her dad but surprisingly, it was a video notification she got on her Android phone, she was shocked to see herself in the midst of three masked hefty men having sex with her with a message. “Report to anyone and become a star” she broke down in tears after watching the full video. “te mi ti baje” she said with her two hands on her head. Just as she said that, her phone beeped and there it was, bank alert of #25,000 from her father. She threw the phone away and started crying.

***

At the Mr Lecturer’s new office, he was about calling his precious daughter to inform her about the transfer he has made when there came a message notification on his WhatsApp, opening it was a video of her daughter having pleasure with three masked hefty men with a message. “THE MORE YOU DO, THE MORE YOU GET. THE ONLY WAY TO BULLY A BULLY IS TO BULLY THE BULLY, DO MORE AND YOUR WIFE WILL BE THE NEXT” Immediately he called Folashade not to bother to come to his office again and headed for his daughter’s hostel.

To be continued…  

MR LECTURER - CHAPTER 8

In order not to distract Fadekemi, they refused to let her know about the demise of Stephen, moreover, her birthday was just some days away and it will be better to let her have a happy birthday first before breaking the sad news to her. 

“Hello o daddy, hope you still remember your promise o, my birthday is just some days away o, this Friday to be precise” Mr Lecturer read on his phone as he drove into the hotel’s compound with Folashade sitting comfortably at the passenger’s seat. 

“Welcome sir” the receptionist on duty said as he handed over the keys to the Mr Lecturer’s regular room to him. 

“Thank you dear” he said as he held Folashade’s hand while they both walked away to “their room.” 

“By the way, we will not be staying for long today because I just lost my last son some days back and I have not fully recovered and you are also aware of my burnt office and my spoilt car, so that is to tell you this is not the actual last time, this is like a bonus, do you understand?” Folashade nodded her head in understanding. 

“And that will be when I will delete the videos, should you not want to come back again” he said as Folashade undressed herself more comfortably this time.

“Good girl, this is cool, in fact this is how you ought to have been doing all the while” he said as he approached her removing his shirt and tie. 

“Come on baby girl” he said as he with his fingers played with Folashade’s temple and just as he was about to proceed his phone beeped, signaling that a message has just entered, he ignored it and continued his sex adventure with the no longer innocent Folashade.

Out of no choice, Folashade has accepted her fate and now fully playing along as she responded passionately to all of Mr Lecturer’s advances and demands making them stay longer than planned. Folashade’s moans were no longer of pain but of pleasure. After about forty-five minutes of non-stop fun, pleasure and adventure, Mr Lecturer finally dispensed the fourth time, leaving both of them panting and sweating even under the Air Condition. 

“You are just too sweet Shade, let us start going before my absence will be felt at home, probably we can continue in my new office some other time.” He said as Folashade speechlessly stood up to clean herself up and get dressed, she was in the bathroom cleaning herself when Mr Lecturer suddenly grabbed her from behind and right there in the bathroom another round was done. 

“But is this how you do have sex with your wife?” Folashade finally uttered a sentence.

 “Of course not, she is old school already” Mr Lecturer said as he got dressed up. 

“Hmmm…okay ooo” She said as Mr Lecturer opened the door for her to get out of the hotel room.

Mr Lecturer was about opening the door of his car, when he decided to check his phone for the message that entered. 

“The more you do, the more you get.” He read and ignored while he picked the note at his car’s wiper up. 

“The more you do, the more you get” was the same message he saw but decided to ignore both and turned on the ignition.

To be continued… 

MR LECTURER - CHAPTER 7

“What?!!!” how on earth is that possible!!!” Mr Lecturer shouted jumping off his seat as his wife told him that their last born, Stephen has been hit by an unknown bike-man on his way back from school. 

“This is terrible!!! Please hold on for me, I will join you very soon at the hospital” he said as he picked up his car keys and ready to go and because he was in a hurry, he forgot to lock the door of his office. Upon getting to his car, he saw a young man in all black leaving his car, he could not question him because of the urgency of the call he just received.

 The young man with black cap passed by him smiling while he (Mr Lecturer) was rushing towards his car. 

“But wait, this idiot looks like one of my students, what could he be doing with my car?” he said as he hurriedly drove out of the car pack giving everybody around at the moment a concerned look as to why Mr Lecturer of all people could be in a hurry that much. 

Just as he drove out of the school compound to take the hospital’s route, he received another call and this time, it was more terrible. 

“What!!!???? Are you kidding me? How come?” just as he said that then he remembered he did not lock his office because he was just told that his office was on fire and that everything in his office has been burnt into ashes. The shock of the newly received information gripped him that he hit the break all of a sudden unconsciously almost leading to a fatal accident as the truck behind him was not expecting the sudden halt, before the truck could hit its own break, the back of Mr Lecturer’s cream colored Pencil Toyota Camry was already brutally destroyed almost costing him his life. 

“Ohhhhh my God, kini gbogbo eleyii bayii.” He said as he came out of his partially destroyed car to plead with the affected individuals, he apologized to the driver of the truck but the driver will not listen until the money for the damaged parts of his truck has been given to him. After the shocking and horrible road experience, Mr Lecturer drove his partially destroyed car away to the hospital, before he reached the hospital, Stephen was already gone to the land of the dead with free ticket because he already lost so much blood before he was taken to the hospital and the destructive injuries sustained as a result of the accident were very brutal. 

Mr Lecturer’s wife ran to hug him, shedding tears as the body of Stephen was being taken away. The sympathizers could only say “Sorry” and one by one they left them at the hospital. Just as Mr. Lecturer was about approaching the body of Stephen, holding the hand of his beloved wife, he received a message from Folashade. 

“I am there already sir.” 

“Who is that one again?” his wife angrily questioned as they stood by Stephen’s body. 

“Never mind, it is an issue I have to attend to quickly but this one is the most important” the wife could not talk because of her unclear voice due to the shouts made earlier at the hospital and with her blurred eyes she stared at her dead son lying down there helplessly. Mr Lecturer walked away to reply his text. 

“Not today, will let you know when to come for the fifth round” he texted and sent the message as he walked back to join his wife. 

To be continued….  

MR LECTURER - CHAPTER 6

“Yusuf how far?” Segun said as he aimlessly walked in. 

"Oga ade wetin do you, your omoge talk say she no dey do again?” Yusuf said sitting down with Segun on their mattress, in their jointly rented single room which has been minimally furnished by Segun’s minute salary at the hotel where he worked as a male receptionist and cleaner just to survive and have something to impress the ladies with which they perform their atrocities. 

“Wo o!!! na long story jare…” 

“Baba forget that thing, if that babe should go just like that, na the thunders of our forefathers go fire you and your weak CGPA, shey o ni o mad ni, I dey tell you say do this girl do this girl, you dey tell me say she dey special, maybe others that we do do together are not special too, mtcheeewww” Yusuf said shutting Segun up. 

“na u sabi jare, is there anything eatable in the house? Or you have been busy with your laptop since morning” Segun said while he was busy removing his white shirt (Uniform) and on the other hand Yusuf was as well busy searching Segun’s bag. 

“no be you I dey follow talk?” Segun said furiously indicating his annoyance.

“Mabinu, spaghetti wey Kudirat cook still dey pot, I am searching for the cameras ni to see wetin that devilish lecturer don do to those innocent girls again today.” Yusuf said as he kept on checking the bag. 

“Blood of Awolowo! Kudirat just commot? No wonder the bed dey rough, guy I swear na woman go kill you last last.” Segun said as he made move to check the pot. 

“No be woman born me? Abeg make woman kill me, it will even be better” 

“Na why I dey tell you say you need Jesus in your life, shaa don’t check the Cameras Yet, I don’t want to see it yet” 

“Why nah?” Yusuf said. 

“That devilish man that will live a miserable life and die a horrible death brought Folashade today” Segun said as he broke into tears. 

“Mo gbe o!!! Yeeeepa!!!” Yusuf shouted as he dropped the bag in shock. 

“Why are you now shouting, the deed is done already and I already told Shade it is over between us” Segun said wiping his tears and scooping spaghetti out of the pot. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

“No I am not, I am really serious, and I gave the devil keys myself” Segun said struggling with the pot of spaghetti. 

“I meant why would you break up with Shade, this is your time to enjoy free travelling ticket to her promise land to and fro with no stress” Yusuf said hitting Segun. 

“Before nko, I don dey strategize my plans already”

To be continued....

MR LECTURER - CHAPTER 5

“Sorry sir, we just did some cleaning in the room, I want to confirm if the place is intact” Segun said, opening the door. 

“Thank you jare, I don’t think I will come here again after enjoying this beautifully sexy lady with me.” 

“We are always at your service sir, anytime any day, please don’t be angry with us” he said while he opened the door and entered. Upon entering, out of ethics, quickly he placed some camera devices he was holding with him in some strategic positions of the room facing the bed from every angle. 

Upon doing that, he came out asking them to enter and just as Folashade was about entering he whispered to her ears “It is over between us” he said as he struggled with the tears in his eyes “I cant stand it” he said as he pushed her inside and locked the door standing by the door overhearing everything. 

“Lets quickly do what we have to do before night will descend upon us” he said as he removed all of his clothes and appeared in his birthday suit before Folashade who was still dressed but removing her shoes and dropping her bag on the floor, the sight of Mr Lecturer’s manhood, the fact that she was about loosing her over protected virginity and the echoes of Segun’s voice whispering “it is over between us” all got her scared, she became scared even more as Mr Lecturer whose manhood has been properly energized started removing her top and fondling her temple. 

Outside the room was Segun profusely crying  at the sound of every move within. 

“wont you use condom sir??” she asked as they were now both naked. 

“I prefer it raw dear,I have always done it raw,even with all your colleagues  and see ehn? If truly you are a virgin, I promise you cash”. Folashade was speechless lying flat and helpless on the bed as Mr Lecturer was ready to penetrate. At the first attempt of penetration, Folashade shouted because Mr Lecturer was not easy and soft at all and at the sound of the shout, Segun outside the room was already drenched in tears. 

As further penetrations were made, Folashade became more relaxed and she made less noise as all that could be heard was sound of pleasure from Mr Lecturer and solemn pain from shade, Mr Lecturer went on for the next thirty minutes after dispensing three times. 

“Are you done sir ?” she asked with her red eyes. 

“Of course” he said sweating profusely 

“you are truly a virgin and that’s suprising, text me your account number, you should be duly rewarded and one more thing, nobody must know about this as everything done here has been well recorded on my phone” he stood up to pick his phone and played the video for her to see. 

At this point, Folashade  was no longer paying attention as fear has already gripped her, immediately she knelt down again begging him to delete the recording. 

“I will delete it after the fifth time,because we will still be coming here for five good times.”

After a while, they both got dressed and left the room. At the reception, Segun was no where to be found as he has ran back to the room to pick his camera devices.

To be continued...

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MR LECTURER - Chapter 4

 on her kneels begging, “Sir I am still a virgin and I have vowed never to lose it till my weeding night” she said as Mr Lecturer laughed out loud in a mockery manner. 

“Shade why are you lying, and you expect me to believe that? How old are you?” he asked her authoritatively. 

“I will be 18 next week Saturday Sir” 

“And you are telling me to believe that you are still a virgin? You are so funny, I am going out now and I will want you to follow me, no class again today and I believe my class is the last class for today” he said picking his car keys. “Please sir…” she said getting up from her kneels. 

“If I hear that from you again, I will make sure you fail every remaining course you will offer on this campus, do you think I am a fool for picking you out of your three friends? Clean your face and let us go jare” he said throwing tissue paper to her and after a while, they were set to go but before they left the office, Mr Lecturer already forcefully pressed the pressables and kissed the kissables all of which Folashade was not comfortable with, but did she have any choice? 

He was using force and more so she was having just a year left and if she refused, she might end up spending the next five years repeating all of Mr Lecturer’s courses just like her predecessors. 

Mr Lecturer was about closing the door of his car with Folashade sitting by the passenger’s seat when her friends and classmates passed by, waving at her as they quietly and silently passed with some of them having an understanding of what was going on. 

“Are you ready?” he said looking at Folashade sobbing silently. 

“But please sir…” she said, but instead of Mr Lecturer to listen to her, he zoomed off  and in no time they were on their way to his regular hotel very close to the school compound. 

At the hotel, he was already popularly recognized by most of the Receptionists including Folshade’s boyfriend, Segun. Unfortunately on this particular day, Segun, who has always given her gist about Mr Lecturer’s atrocities was on duty as one of the receptionists. 

“Welcome sir” he said handling over the keys to Mr Lecturer’s “room” to him at the same time in eye contact with his “girlfriend.” He smiled at Mr Lecturer as a matter of ethics as he walked away while Folashade ran to hold his hands with tears in her eyes. 

“He is forcing me…” she said as Segun could no longer hold his tears. 

“Common Shade let us go” he said not looking back at the emotional drama that was going on behind him. 

Folashade ran leaving Segun’s hand to meet up with Mr Lecturer’s pace. Immediately they left, Segun ran after them and just as Mr. Lecturer was about opening the door, Segun ran up to meet him brushing Folashade on the road. 

To be continued