MY SAPIOSEXUAL LECTURER (Part 2)

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There is psychopath. There is madman. There is babalawo. And there is Dr Anita Ubong.

The Dr in her name was not for PhD in Psychology, it was for PhD in madness. The madness that drove you to a psychiatric hospital and death bed.

And I was getting close to my death bed.

In fact, I was lying on it now. Next to Dr Anita.

She was breathing heavily next to me after I finished giving her a third round of what I call ‘sex for module exchange’.

“Dr Anita,” I sat up and looked at her, “its time you approve my withdrawal for Psychology of Human Sexuality. It’s been two weeks now.”

“When you do better, I will approve it.” She said like she did the last time, and the time before, and the other time before, and the other other time before. And the one other zillion times I asked her to approve it.

I swear, this was the height of it. Three rounds in one night and you dare say when I do better?

Do you know what?

“Ma, I’m not doing this again. This has to stop!” I stood up in frustration, “If you don’t let me change your course, I will report you to the school authorities.”

And I was dead serious this time. I didn’t care who found out about me and Dr Anita’s sexual encounters anymore.

She didn’t look moved, “And what will you tell them?”

I was not ready for the words to come out of my mouth. It was hard. It sounded stupid. It really did. And I didn’t want to make Dr Anita feel bad, even though she didn’t deserve my mercy. But I had to let it all out.

“That- that you forced me.”

Dr Anita let out a loud laugh that the bed began to shake. She looked at me like that was the stupidest thing she has ever heard.

“And you think they will believe that?” She sat up and looked straight into my eyes, “If both of us make a report about who got raped between us, who do you think they’re going to believe more?”

Did she- was she trying to flip the table on me now?

Wait, I scoffed. She wants to make me the rapist now? This woman is crazy.

I picked up my shirt angrily. “You’re not going to win this time, ma. Wallahi I am not going to let you get away.”

I packed my other stuffs from the floor and dressed up while Dr Anita just lay in bed, giving me that ugly wry smile she kept giving me these past two weeks.

As I was about to leave the door, she called out to me from the bed.

“Mr Mohammed,” She said, but I refused to look back at her, “make sure you give your fellow prisoners orgasm too. The men will appreciate it more.”

With that, I slammed the door of the motel room and threw my bag on the floor outside the door. I began punching the walls until my hands started bleeding. I swear, if nobody kills this woman, I will. Even if I miss Jannah (heaven) for this, I’ve had enough of this woman’s scam.