Sipping cold Fanta with my friends last weekend and eating some really spicy suya, Desperation wasn’t something that existed in my little world but right now I’m wishing that 7:30 pm would never come or better still a meteor hit planet earth and I would be delivered from this evil fate. Thursday was the day that birthed my desperation. I got a call from my class rep that my attention was needed by one of my lecturers a Mr Nwachukwu who was notorious for wanting to have anything wearing skirts. I quickly dressed up and went to my faculty, getting to his office he seemed busy and asked me to sit and wait for some minutes while I waited I noticed the way he looked at me, my breast in particular which is like the most noticeable thing about me because I was richly blessed in that part. He finished what he was doing and finally started telling me why he’d asked for me. “You know you’re beautiful” he said and I said thank you sir. Congratulations on your finals I replied thank you sir again. Now you’re about graduating you haven’t given me anything. Oh I’m so sorry sir I didn’t know I was supposed to bring something along . He laughed and said you’re already with something I like , I asked him what it was and he gave me a smile that made my skin crawl then he said I failed both of his courses, my heart skipped a million beats before I could fully recover he said there’s a way I could help myself and I said how? By giving me that thing you’ve refused to give me since that your fresh body he said with his thick Igbo accent. I told him I couldn’t but that I could give him money if that’s what he wanted but all my please fell on deaf ears . I left the office with a date and time to meet him
My eyes stray to my wall clock 7:15 pm and I have to quickly finish wearing my heavy makeup, I can barely even recognize myself .I have to get going my heart is beating rapidly, I pick up my Keys and my purse and get going. I get to the hotel and he’s already there the receptionist gives me the knowing look which I ignore because I already have a full head. On getting to the room, he has already taken off his shirt and I’m staring at the biggest,most hairy, God-awful stomach iv ever seen. I swallow the lump in my throat and try not to throw up. He says “nne take off ya dress let me devour you “ . The urge to vomit is stronger but I swallow again and shut my eyes tighter as I lie on the bed and feel his hand roaming around my body, I feel him taking his trouser off. Now my heartbeat has slowed so much that I thought it has stopped totally. He’s on top of me and it seems like everything is in slow motion as I bring out the pen-knife in my tights and slit a vein in his neck and push him away from me. Tears cloud my vision as I look at what I had just done. He’s body quivers as life drains out of him. I turn around and flee. I’m not going to be a victim, not this time