MY SAPIOSEXUAL LECTURER (Part 2)

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I blamed myself. I blamed myself for letting Dr Anita take advantage of me by using her module as an excuse to sleep with me. I blamed myself for thinking it was only going to last for a short while. I blamed myself for thinking it wasn’t going to be a big deal since I was already having casual sex with other girls. And now-

And now….

There was a loud siren noise outside my hostel in school. Students were gathered in front of our hostel and I saw a police car parked in front of the building.

I was just returning from that horrible ordeal with Dr Anita when I began to hear my name from the whispers of the boys that stood outside the hostel.

“That’s him!” I heard one of the 300 level guys say to a policeman while pointing to my direction.

Before I could move any further, I was blocked by a group of guys while one of the policemen came towards me.

“Isah Mohammed?” The policeman asked me.

“Yes, what is going on?” I frowned.

He rose his handcuff to my face, “You are arrested for the rape of senior lecturer Mrs Anita Ubong on the night of 19th September.”

My mouth opened. That was the night of the Fresher’s Welcome Party. The night that she raped me.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” He added while he forced the handcuff around my wrists from behind.

I couldn’t say a word. I was speechless. How could I try to convince all these people that it was Dr Anita who forced herself on me, and not me on her. Allah, what do I do?

Wallahi that woman was fast. She didn’t let me have a single night’s sleep before she could go on with her plan.

The policemen dragged me into their car. I couldn’t look around at the eyes of the boys that stood there watching me. I was ashamed, confused and very very angry.

As I was being pushed inside the car, my eyes caught my roommates, Nnamdi and Emmanuel, watching me from the room window. They were the only ones who knew the truth. But with everything that was already happening to me, would they want to join me inside the lion’s den too?

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All through the night, the policemen interrogated me at the police station. Actually, they tortured my life.

I barely got a word out of my mouth before they began slapping and kicking me. They wanted to get a confession out of my mouth. To tell them that I raped Dr Anita. They did not even want to hear my side of the story. They were already convinced that I had already done the act, case closed.

They wanted me to also confess that I was a cultist, which I clearly wasn’t. The more I refused, the more they beat me up. They stripped me off my clothes and tied me and hit me until I could no longer fight back.

I slept the whole night on the cold floor and starved like a homeless rat.

The next morning, the policemen returned my clothes and brought me back to the interrogation room. This time, it wasn’t the policemen there, it was the witch herself.

I sat across from her and refused to look at her filthy eyes. I knew she was happy seeing me in this brutal state.

“Are you satisfied?” I asked Dr Anita.

“No. But I’ve told the officers to pardon you.” She stretched her face close to my side and whispered, “But if you ever tell anyone that I was the one who forced you, even maggots will not be able to eat your decomposed body.”

I scoffed, “You’re very poetic, ma. You should have been a writer.”

She eyed me and stood up from her seat, “I’ve given you my last warning.”

She walked out of the interrogation room. I was dragged outside by a policeman and as we walked down the hallway behind Dr Anita, my eyes caught her slipping a ward of cash into one of the policemen’s hand. As expected.

As I got to the reception of the police station, I found my mother and younger sister, Amina, waiting for me there. They looked distressed. My mother began asking me one million questions at the same time. She could not believe that her very own honourable son would touch a woman, talkless of raping one. Mama, you were right. You were very very right. I would never do such a thing to any soul.

My mother got so weary that she broke down in tears in front of me. She told me to follow them home and leave Ivory University for good. That I was a disgrace and there was nothing I could do to gain my reputation back.

And it didn’t take too long to realize that she was right. Because I, Isah Mohammed, have ruined my family’s name. And my life, for good.