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I know as u got a C from a blank answer booklet, someone who filled his booklet with even extra sheet attached has gotten F. Nothing comes out of nothing. Our sch system sha

liveyourlife:
This happened during my university days but I thought it’s best to share it
this post-examination period of universities in Nigeria.

One of my randy lecturers was always giving me ‘the look’ each time he
came to class. When I noticed that, I avoided every situation that might
make him request any form of private meeting with me.

One afternoon, I went out of the school premises to get lunch at a newly
opened restaurant. As I proceeded to pay at the counter, the waitress told
me someone had already taken care of my bills. I turned to acknowledge my
good samaritan and lo and behold, it was my lecturer. I put aside my
inhibitions and went to thank him. A short conversation ensued between us.

He offered to give me a lift but I politely turned him down. I instantly knew
sooner or later, I’ll have to pay for the rice and snacks.

Three weeks after, the lecturer called one evening and requested I come to
his office. I quickly soaked myself with anointing oil before obliging his
request. When I got into the office, he walked up to hug me despite my holy
body.


“But Sir…” “Shhh…don’t call me Sir, call me by my first name. I want us to be best friends”

“But Sir….how is that possible” I was mesmerised.

He released me from his grip and began admiring my body.

“You seem very flexible, I want you to dance for me”. Dbanj’s ‘fall in love’ was playing on his office stereo. The lecturer was about 6 feet in height and he had this irritating voice of chipmunk. Whenever he raised his voice, he sounded like Kim Kardashian. See me see wahala oh!

“No offence Sir, but you are old enough to be my father.” I spoke in a nonchalant way. My statement had angered him.

“If you are a child then why are you in the University? Get out of my office. Foolish girl.” I scurried to the door immediately. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me I
was in deep shit.

The following week was our examination week. Three days before his paper,
he sms’d me on three topics I should strictly focus my study on.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Fotolia_52847492_Subscription_Monthly_M.jpg
His sms had me looking at my phone like, awww….
this man is truly a best friend.


D-day finally came and I couldn’t wait to scatter his paper. When we were
issued his questions, one look at the tough questions had me concluding>

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Orezi-¹º¹-Menaf.jpg

He had tricked me. Twenty strange questions to answer all. All questions
had children and grandchildren.


https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Long-necked-student-cheating.jpg

I adjusted my neck in examination mode but that didn’t help either.
It occurred to me that all our papers were different types. The lecturer must
have done that deliberately to mess me up.

I busted into an uncontrollable laughter. A laughter of failure…
The shit of paper I used in revising were in my pockets. The urge to cheat was too strong. I didn’t know when I pulled it out.

That was when I heard,

“Give it to me!”

The no-nonsense supervisor in charge suddenly appeared by my table. I
threw the paper into my mouth and began chewing.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/demon1.jpg

She patiently waited for me…


When I couldn’t swallow the bitter paper, I vomited it into her palms and
busted into tears.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Mbii.jpg


My tears angered her more…

My blank answer sheets were forcefully taken from me and I was walked out
of the hall. On my way back to the hostel, I bumped into the lecturer and
explained everything to him.

He consoled me with,
“Get a hotel for us so we could go there to discuss how you are going to pass my course.” Upon hearing that, my tears soaked up to my shoes”.

Three days after, I took a bottle of wine and entered into his office like this.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/fat_albert_hold_his_belly_up_by_mcsaurus-d5zbtul.jpg


“For the sake of my baby, help me Sir.” I pleaded

“My friend, how did you get pregnant in 3 days? Are you the Virgin Mary?
You think I have time for games here?” He admonished me.

My class representative even pleaded I am a witch but his mind was made
up on me. He was bent on taking me to his bed at all costs just because I
mistakenly ate his meatpie and rice.

That was when I went spiritual. I went into a sober mood and began
praying. God in his infinite mercies answered my prayers. Within a few days,
peace had been restored to my life. When school had reopened, the lecturer
was laid off with 6 other lecturers. I also had a C in his course. This was a
course I submitted a blank sheet. That incident remains one of the biggest
miracle of my life.


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This is just very funny. But you didn't tell us when you gave the man your phone number, you only told us how he started calling you.

pek:
Your story was sounding true and believable until I came to the part you got a C after submitting a blank answer sheet.

C? Meaning please?

Story hard to believe. Sounded too much like a movie script. But if indeed true, there are a few things OP certainly thought wrong.

The man's paying for your food was nothing, but every other thing was just her own grandiose fantasy.

The lecturer had only you in mind before setting his questions to have children and grandchildren? False

The lecturer sent you a text to focus on only some aspects of the course and you did? You must be retard.ed to think such favor comes in easy. You don't get such favors and not pay for it.

You decided to cheat in the exam hall when you had no clue? You should have been caught and expelled for doing that. If that had happened, I bet it would have been the lecturer's fault and not yours.

Girls!

Anything is possible in Nigeria tertiary institutions. Believe it or not my fellow supervisees and I did our project at an hotel bar on any days of the week even on Sundays after church then with our surpervisor. A lecturer who came to mark at the hotel bar one afternoon asked my surpervisor why he didnt use campus premises, as big as the campus was for our project discussions/meetings.Myself and another lady were the only two female supervisees in the group. our supervisor couldn't harass me cos I was close to a very influential prof(deputy vice chancellor) and his extended family. he thought I was related to the prof's wife who was also a doctor in my dept. That was how I escaped any advances he could have made towards me. my supervisor was a casanova, I was a bone he couldn't eat. my mate called him ekun(lion) then. I got noticed by lecturers cos of my baby face but I was more than average student not a genius, I never went to anyone of then for help and I guarded my matric no like it was my life . I was able to graduate unscratched even in the midst of lions with God'help. lecturers in my dept then had womanizing as their second job.

holatin:
good girl
But you stingy oooo, d thing no dey read meter now




are u a virgin ?

u are looking 4 trouble?

Brymo:
Hot lie!!!
Just joking.

i'm happy to hear dis from a lady

Liars will surely steal. U tink in kenya we dont know hw d go dey go? Diaris God shaaaa

I have one question, How did he get your number?

I have only one question, how did he get your number?

Idonbelifit

I know as a human d situation is not easy to overcome but God's sufficient grace has been given to us.we just need to be determined as believers in Christ to preserve what is most important ie our relationship with God not certificate or d like

Very funny life encounter indeed

Wow!
This geh can lie...
Burr, why did u take nlanders for a free ride of lies?
Anyways, mod please move this thread to joke section, ASHAP

liveyourlife:
This happened during my university days but I thought it’s best to share it
this post-examination period of universities in Nigeria.

One of my randy lecturers was always giving me ‘the look’ each time he
came to class. When I noticed that, I avoided every situation that might
make him request any form of private meeting with me.

One afternoon, I went out of the school premises to get lunch at a newly
opened restaurant. As I proceeded to pay at the counter, the waitress told
me someone had already taken care of my bills. I turned to acknowledge my
good samaritan and lo and behold, it was my lecturer. I put aside my
inhibitions and went to thank him. A short conversation ensued between us.

He offered to give me a lift but I politely turned him down. I instantly knew
sooner or later, I’ll have to pay for the rice and snacks.

Three weeks after, the lecturer called one evening and requested I come to
his office. I quickly soaked myself with anointing oil before obliging his
request. When I got into the office, he walked up to hug me despite my holy
body.


“But Sir…” “Shhh…don’t call me Sir, call me by my first name. I want us to be best friends”

“But Sir….how is that possible” I was mesmerised.

He released me from his grip and began admiring my body.

“You seem very flexible, I want you to dance for me”. Dbanj’s ‘fall in love’ was playing on his office stereo. The lecturer was about 6 feet in height and he had this irritating voice of chipmunk. Whenever he raised his voice, he sounded like Kim Kardashian. See me see wahala oh!

“No offence Sir, but you are old enough to be my father.” I spoke in a nonchalant way. My statement had angered him.

“If you are a child then why are you in the University? Get out of my office. Foolish girl.” I scurried to the door immediately. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me I
was in deep shit.

The following week was our examination week. Three days before his paper,
he sms’d me on three topics I should strictly focus my study on.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Fotolia_52847492_Subscription_Monthly_M.jpg
His sms had me looking at my phone like, awww….
this man is truly a best friend.


D-day finally came and I couldn’t wait to scatter his paper. When we were
issued his questions, one look at the tough questions had me concluding>

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Orezi-¹º¹-Menaf.jpg

He had tricked me. Twenty strange questions to answer all. All questions
had children and grandchildren.


https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Long-necked-student-cheating.jpg

I adjusted my neck in examination mode but that didn’t help either.
It occurred to me that all our papers were different types. The lecturer must
have done that deliberately to mess me up.

I busted into an uncontrollable laughter. A laughter of failure…
The shit of paper I used in revising were in my pockets. The urge to cheat was too strong. I didn’t know when I pulled it out.

That was when I heard,

“Give it to me!”

The no-nonsense supervisor in charge suddenly appeared by my table. I
threw the paper into my mouth and began chewing.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/demon1.jpg

She patiently waited for me…


When I couldn’t swallow the bitter paper, I vomited it into her palms and
busted into tears.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Mbii.jpg


My tears angered her more…

My blank answer sheets were forcefully taken from me and I was walked out
of the hall. On my way back to the hostel, I bumped into the lecturer and
explained everything to him.

He consoled me with,
“Get a hotel for us so we could go there to discuss how you are going to pass my course.” Upon hearing that, my tears soaked up to my shoes”.

Three days after, I took a bottle of wine and entered into his office like this.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/fat_albert_hold_his_belly_up_by_mcsaurus-d5zbtul.jpg


“For the sake of my baby, help me Sir.” I pleaded

“My friend, how did you get pregnant in 3 days? Are you the Virgin Mary?
You think I have time for games here?” He admonished me.

My class representative even pleaded I am a witch but his mind was made
up on me. He was bent on taking me to his bed at all costs just because I
mistakenly ate his meatpie and rice.

That was when I went spiritual. I went into a sober mood and began
praying. God in his infinite mercies answered my prayers. Within a few days,
peace had been restored to my life. When school had reopened, the lecturer
was laid off with 6 other lecturers. I also had a C in his course. This was a
course I submitted a blank sheet. That incident remains one of the biggest
miracle of my life.


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I just have one question. Pls explain to us how ur lecturer got ur number

liveyourlife:
This happened during my university days but I thought it’s best to share it
this post-examination period of universities in Nigeria.

One of my randy lecturers was always giving me ‘the look’ each time he
came to class. When I noticed that, I avoided every situation that might
make him request any form of private meeting with me.

One afternoon, I went out of the school premises to get lunch at a newly
opened restaurant. As I proceeded to pay at the counter, the waitress told
me someone had already taken care of my bills. I turned to acknowledge my
good samaritan and lo and behold, it was my lecturer. I put aside my
inhibitions and went to thank him. A short conversation ensued between us.

He offered to give me a lift but I politely turned him down. I instantly knew
sooner or later, I’ll have to pay for the rice and snacks.

Three weeks after, the lecturer called one evening and requested I come to
his office. I quickly soaked myself with anointing oil before obliging his
request. When I got into the office, he walked up to hug me despite my holy
body.


“But Sir…” “Shhh…don’t call me Sir, call me by my first name. I want us to be best friends”

“But Sir….how is that possible” I was mesmerised.

He released me from his grip and began admiring my body.

“You seem very flexible, I want you to dance for me”. Dbanj’s ‘fall in love’ was playing on his office stereo. The lecturer was about 6 feet in height and he had this irritating voice of chipmunk. Whenever he raised his voice, he sounded like Kim Kardashian. See me see wahala oh!

“No offence Sir, but you are old enough to be my father.” I spoke in a nonchalant way. My statement had angered him.

“If you are a child then why are you in the University? Get out of my office. Foolish girl.” I scurried to the door immediately. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me I
was in deep shit.

The following week was our examination week. Three days before his paper,
he sms’d me on three topics I should strictly focus my study on.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Fotolia_52847492_Subscription_Monthly_M.jpg
His sms had me looking at my phone like, awww….
this man is truly a best friend.


D-day finally came and I couldn’t wait to scatter his paper. When we were
issued his questions, one look at the tough questions had me concluding>

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Orezi-¹º¹-Menaf.jpg

He had tricked me. Twenty strange questions to answer all. All questions
had children and grandchildren.


https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Long-necked-student-cheating.jpg

I adjusted my neck in examination mode but that didn’t help either.
It occurred to me that all our papers were different types. The lecturer must
have done that deliberately to mess me up.

I busted into an uncontrollable laughter. A laughter of failure…
The shit of paper I used in revising were in my pockets. The urge to cheat was too strong. I didn’t know when I pulled it out.

That was when I heard,

“Give it to me!”

The no-nonsense supervisor in charge suddenly appeared by my table. I
threw the paper into my mouth and began chewing.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/demon1.jpg

She patiently waited for me…


When I couldn’t swallow the bitter paper, I vomited it into her palms and
busted into tears.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Mbii.jpg


My tears angered her more…

My blank answer sheets were forcefully taken from me and I was walked out
of the hall. On my way back to the hostel, I bumped into the lecturer and
explained everything to him.

He consoled me with,
“Get a hotel for us so we could go there to discuss how you are going to pass my course.” Upon hearing that, my tears soaked up to my shoes”.

Three days after, I took a bottle of wine and entered into his office like this.

https://hotels.ng/travel/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/fat_albert_hold_his_belly_up_by_mcsaurus-d5zbtul.jpg


“For the sake of my baby, help me Sir.” I pleaded

“My friend, how did you get pregnant in 3 days? Are you the Virgin Mary?
You think I have time for games here?” He admonished me.

My class representative even pleaded I am a witch but his mind was made
up on me. He was bent on taking me to his bed at all costs just because I
mistakenly ate his meatpie and rice.

That was when I went spiritual. I went into a sober mood and began
praying. God in his infinite mercies answered my prayers. Within a few days,
peace had been restored to my life. When school had reopened, the lecturer
was laid off with 6 other lecturers. I also had a C in his course. This was a
course I submitted a blank sheet. That incident remains one of the biggest
miracle of my life.


Source: http://hotels.ng/travel/naijasinglegirl-my-affair-with-mr-lecturer/

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asi asi. Only you ate meat pie, only you ate rice, only denied him to shine your konga and only you sacked him from his job. what a wicked world. The same kitten you will still carry go submit to one alaye that is full of shekpe and he will knack you for free. Women are such a bunch of confused beings.

You started the story well but u did not complete the part that gave u a C.
Blank sheets do not score marks but your present status makes it impossible to own up to past deed.
U either paid him or kept that appointment with him.
FULL STOP. Abi there a miracle that gives you someone else result?
HABA!!!!!!!

jeje123:
u are looking 4 trouble?

no am looking for money

cooljoe:
I just tire o. Very stingy gal

hahahahaha

holatin:
no am looking for money

Ladies hate dat question, are u a virgin?

jeje123:
Ladies hate dat question, are u a virgin?

oh do u too ?

Op, you did the right thing and I admire your courage to keep yourself. I also had an experience back in University where I didn't write much in one of my examinations and eventually got an A. I was determined not to cheat even after I went blank after answering less than half of the questions, I went to submit and soaked myself in prayer. An A was the outcome.

My view? Crap story! .....U submitted a blank paper and you scored a "C"? haba!

jamex007:
My view? Crap story! .....U submitted a blank paper and you scored a "C"? haba!

It was a joke my friend. I am greatly bewildered that Nairalanders can't differentiate BTW Satire and otherwise.

Na joke oooo!