University Lecturers And The Gifts Of Many Virgins.

The University is really a place to be. The episode of being a fresher, now free from Daddy's vigilance and policing, is refreshing.It is there that beauty gets revealed and spied. A pretty lady feels a little more appropriate than the queen of Sheba. It is a dwelling of total freedom. A teen can spend hours with her boyfriend without hysteria.In the University, Daddy's girl can now fit on clothes that would present her as the beauty her parents never knew.Social activities here and there.So many parties, you can attend at will.No siesta and prep class bells as it used to be in high school.So many eye-catching guys too, those with heavy bears and those with Afro hairstyles, those in expensive Gucci shoes and the simple but handsome ones in sanders and pants.The fair ones, the light complexioned and the stunning darks. No one cains you, no one shouts at you like your mum would. Undergraduates eat just what they like. For the beautiful and rich, the elegant and tall,the unrepentant extrovert and the complete sanguine, the extremely brilliant and the unionist; a life-time in the four walls is just too up to sniff. But Like my friend once spoofed, 'the University is fun but for Exams.' Exams wouldn't have been as ghastly, if not for the average African parents mandate that: "make sure you come back with a very good grade, first class or at least second class upper."

On the eve of a child's adieu from home, African parents(dads especially) give a command, without considering the child's ability, competence, intelligence, interest, the unkindness of the course of study and so many other necessary considerations; that 'you must come back home with first-class.' That singular charge is too costly for a child(especially a pretty daughter) you claim to love. It is a way of offering your girl as a gift of sexual satisfaction to ever-ready, polla-erect opportunist lecturers.It is that serious! Some very confident and strict Dads would even visit their Children in school on matriculation day.They seize the day's opportunity to meet some of their Children's lecturers and indirectly give-out an innocent doll face. When it is time to leave, such a father would turn to his daughter and declare: "Like I told your lecturer, you must graduate with first class or at least, second class upper. I see no reason you won't be serious.I will give you everything you need.After this semester, I want to see your grades.If it's not encouraging, forget having a father somewhere."

So, two weeks to Exams the girl-undergraduate reads like a jackal.She wants As at all cost.Pretty Vikkie would read and read and read.She goes to tutorials in as far a place as between-heaven-and-earth. She sweats and struggles hard within the leaves of African tough nut to crack curriculum.She burns night candles, goes to night classes without returning.She dances rest for weeks and go to the exam hall sometimes even over-prepared. She sits down some 30minutes to her first paper and her heart pounds. She sees the first question and faints. After a series of medical massages, she regains consciousness, writes the paper anyway,and, at the end of the semester returns home thinking of what the results would look like.She would be the first to resume school and when the results are out, she checks with a BP of 200/180. Seeing Cs and Ds, she runs to lecturers begging and crying for help(Dad must not see this).

Advantage of such situations, many Lecturers take to penetrate innocent ladies.They disvirgin and eat innocent teens very carnivorously with compensation of As and Bs.Your daughter is opening her undefiled Raja on a lecturers' table, for consumption, just to present to you better grades, isn't that tearful? Isn't it dehumanising? Isn't it disgusting? Some of such girls suffer psychological quandary as a by-product. She tries hard to forget the on-table first time, but second semester is imminent and go-getter University Teachers are waiting. It is when such experiences become painfully unavoidable that such girls give in to promiscuity and sexual rascality.They abort several times and end up with cloudy futures. They stop reading and would hardly go to class, since everything would be solved on the table.

Dear African parents(fathers especially), consider your Children's abilities before making it compulsory for them to have all As. Your daughter might just be an average student or her course too rocklike to have all As in. It is not bad to encourage one's child to work hard but rigidity as regards that is obsolete. It doesn't take first class to make it in life, neither does it take second class upper. Stop making your children desperate for As.Stop making life mundane and hard for them. It is no longer happening the way it used to in your Old school days.Stop pushing them to the wall and sacrificing them on the altar of success to Lecturers as intimacy gadgets.Let the no-nonsense Dad be a father and not some adamant, red-eyes bully.

Ayeni Faith Damilola is a writer, public speaker and eulogist.
faithdamilolaayeni@yahoo.com

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You have a point but we should't put all the blame on the parents.
Parents deserves good result as compensation for the money spent which prompts them to put pressure on their wards,but some of these pressure comes with a threat.

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