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In my 300 level, by happenstance I became an acting speaker in my Dept. I was never into student Union politics until the day the Gen Sec gave me an invitation to go speak on behalf of the department at an oratory contest.
That was how I met the president and consequentially I became the acting speaker in the short run. However the semester break was approaching and the house has to be inaugurated before the break.
On inauguration day I got to meet the other reps from 200 and 100 levels. I was the only one representing my level, no 400 level student amongst us. Hence I was made acting speaker.

So there was only one lady in the house from 100 level. I will call her Binta for some reasons.... Binta is an hausa girl, endowed financially and physically. Grew up in Jos.

I think she took a liking to me from day one but I never noticed, I was more focused on task at hand and didn't want to look stupid so I barely noticed her that day. Infact after the inauguration I totally forgot about her until one day, I saw a hi on my WhatsApp and I responded, then she began to introduce herself and I was like wow sorry I....

To cut it short, we became chat buddies henceforth and then she wanted me to be putting her through legislative duties and how to speak fluently publicly. I concurred but let me state that I never had any plan to date or bed her but both happened at least the bedding....

When we resumed and I saw her in person again, I saw that she was having big ikebe, I mean big ikebe. For real. But yet I didn't lust after it. I was determined to mind legislative business as the leader but things changed after one or two sittings as she became the clerk of the house meaning she has to work directly under my supervision. Hmmmm.

She calls me most of the time, enticing me with drinks and food or gist's. She was ambitious, that one.

Let me leave the legislative business out of it and focus on our romance....
One night we met at departmental party in an hotel off campus, we came seperately because I was an organiser so I was there very early. I didn't have a girlfriend then. I go out mostly with boys.
When she arrived, she just clunged to me and became my shadow, I don't dance but she dragged me to the dance floor and even bought me alcoholic beverages but I insisted on not drinking publicly, she kept the drinks in her bag to my amazement.

After the party it was dark, she stays on campus, I stay in town, I handed her over to the vice president, a lady who also stays in town to take her home to her place but somehow the arrangement didn't work and I already assumed that she had left. She didn't want to go and she was even downright heady about it, she insisted on staying with me but I didn't want to create some impressions.....

I was sorting things out with the president and the hotel manager when my phone rang....
It was Binta on the phone, she said the vice President was drunk and her boyfriend had taken her to an undisclosed location and they had abandoned her (Binta) at a filling station not too far away. This was some few minutes to 12am. What?
Someone I thought was already in bed.
She was all alone at the filling station.
No vigilante in sight. Wow well the president drives an Audi. I borrowed his car and picked her at the filling station then I took her to my place and left her there after making sure she was comfortable for d night.

I went back to the hotel, that was where I slept, with the president and some excos. I didn't talk about Binta or the drunk VP.

We just drank, I got to know that night that the president is a chain smoker of cigarettes, I smoke hemp then but I couldn't smoke openly as I don't smoke cigarettes, so I just drank Stout after Stout and I was alright.
I forgot about Binta until the very next morning when my phone rang at 5am. It was Binta she asked me to start coming that she just wants me to come. Hmmmm. I told the president and his excos I was leaving. I think he gave me an envelope.
I pocketed it and left.
I jogged to my house it took about 20 minutes.
The Muslims were going to pray and the day was slowly waking.
When I knocked the door to my room, I heard a clap from within, I didn't understand, I knocked again, two claps....
Then I understood that she was praying so I just sat on the foot mat at my dormouth ( is there ever anything like that?)

Some minutes later she opened the door after asking who it was, she appeared with a big smile.... Hmmmm she was wearing pyjamas, pyjamas? How did she come by d pyjamas?

On entering the room I saw that she had made noodles and fried egg and tea.
I didn't think she slept cos my laptop was unlocked and playing an Bollywood movie. The battery was already low.

She welcomed me with a mighty bear hug and gave me tea as I settled, then she started talking about yesternight. How the VP lost her manners and the boy friend started handling her on the road, she said she intentionally lagged behind them because it was annoying, and the couple didn't even notice her disappearance if not they would have called now, it was surprising.

I never knew the VP drinks but it's not like I mind or care, they don't know I smoke Igbo as well.

Well after many topics, relevant and irrelevant, I politely told her I will like to relax before I take her back to school presumably around 8/9. She just laughed and said no o. She will stay till evening if I wasn't expecting a guest.

I said I wasn't but.... She said but what?
I said nevermind, stay all u can, there's food in the kitchenette, eat all u can, feel at home.
We made jokes then I asked about her pyjamas, she said she had it in her bag, I said really?
She said yes that she knew she was going to need it but I wondered if all d ladies at that party came with pyjamas in their bags too, some had small purses tho, but I have learnt never to underestimate what a ladies purse might contain.... I once saw a pet snake in a weird ladies purse, a not so tiny pretty snake...

So she came prepared..... For what?

Well most babes and even guys that stay on campus complain of boredom so they do come to town for fresh air especially weekends and this was a weekend... Hmmm.

She had seen all d pics on my laptop and she must have rummaged the house too because she kept asking random yet somewhat related questions like someone trying to put one and two things together.

I answered d best I could and dozed off.
Meanwhile I slept on the rug and she got the bed.
She played blues on my laptop.
Some minutes later I felt a hand on my chest, picking the hair.

Hmmmmm.
I gradually came to my senses but my eyes remained closed.
I said, Binta, u know what u are doing right?
She froze. Then she continued. I asked again, Binta do u know what u are doing?
Yes, she said timidly but her hand was moving down to my abdomen now.
I held her hand and said pls stop.
She said why.
I said just stop.
She said " don't u like it?"
I said I do but I don't like d idea.
She said why.
I said I am the speaker and u are d clerk now.....
Then she said " and we are not in the house now but ur own house lol."

I sighed.
She said come and sleep on the bed.
I opened my eyes and looked at her, she looked away but looked right back at me.
Her eyes were pleading.... For what for gosh sake.
I said ok.
I moved to the bed.

She put her head on my chest and said she is listening to my heart. I pretended to be snoring and she covered my mouth with hers.....

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