MY SAPIOSEXUAL LECTURER (Part 1)

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For weeks, I was not myself. I felt so disconnected with my body and my mind. It was like I wasn’t living anymore, I was merely surviving.

I could not pray anymore. I was too ashamed to even touch the Quran. I could not recite Astaghfirullah 100 times for the sins I committed that night. I could not study or concentrate in class anymore and my grades were dropping.

I was angry at everything and everybody. I knew nobody would understand even if I told them about how I felt. I was even more scared to walk around campus as almost every older woman I came across began to look like Dr Anita. Any sight of a woman that I think is Dr Anita causes me to flee or freeze in my tracks.

There was one thing I hated the most; that annoying Coming by Naira Marley song. It reminded me so much of that night. And the worst part was that the song was played everywhere everyday.

It wasn’t long before I started hearing people call me “O-Lord” out of the blue. It took me weeks to find out that Nnamdi had gone to tell a bunch of guys that I made a woman orgasm. He did not tell them it was Dr Anita.

I was so mad at him for exposing my secret, even though he meant no harm. Because after people found out about it, they respected me more and wanted to be my friend. I had girls making the first move on me, because they too wanted to have a taste of orgasm that their ex-boyfriends could not give them.

And that was how everything changed for me. I needed their glory and praises to make up for how emasculated I felt inside. I wanted to restore my masculinity again and feel like a real man.

I started having sex. Casual sex. With anything and everything that walked in skirt. I learnt more about my body each time I had sex and I had the tendency to hold myself longer so that the girl would orgasm first before I do.

If I failed to make a girl release, I would promise a second round another time and resort in drinking alcohol or borrowing weed from Nnamdi so that I would last longer in bed.

I became the real O-Lord.

I became that one ugly guy, so ugly, that passed by and many girls came flooding after me. But this time, I didn’t wonder why they did. I had the answers now.

But all that didn’t last too long. Because one unexpected afternoon, I finally came face to face with the devil herself.

I had dropped out of Dr Anita’s class and chose another module after that car incident. I hadn’t seen her since that night, probably because I had avoided any part of the campus that I knew I would find her in.

This was how I came across her again; she came looking for me. Right in front of my hostel.

My blood became cold at the sight of her. The woman that took everything from me. The woman who never once apologized for taking advantage of my unconsciousness.

“O-Lord.” She teased when she saw me.

“What do you want?” I asked bluntly.

“You.”

I scoffed at her stupid answer. Did she really think I have time for her stupid games?

“You know you cannot drop my course without me approving it, right?” She said.

“So how is that my concern?”

“You’re not leaving. Not without my approval.”

“Look, ma, I don’t care-”

“I’m not done with you.” She moved closer and grabbed my balls and whispered in my ear, “What happened that night… was only the beginning.”

Hearing those words come out of her mouth caused me to be numb all over again. Hearing her talk about that night like it was a game made me freeze.

She stepped back and gave a wry smile.

“See you again, Mr Mohammed.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, locations, organizations and incidents appearing in this article are fictitious.