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Popular Facebook blogger and activist, Funke Philips has shared an interesting piece of what happened the day she realised her boyfriend had a side chick.
So let’s do small gist before we wake up and face the day…
Years back when I was in Uni, I had this boyfriend. He was in Lagos while I was schooling in Edo so you could call it a long distance relationship. Anyway, this guy was so adorable, so caring, so nice ati be be lo. If I said jump, he’d ask ‘Baby, how high do you want me to jump? Are you sure I shouldn’t fly too?” I’m kidding but you know what I mean. He was a perfect boyfriend. He made me feel so good and secure. He gave me a key to his place. Whenever I was coming back from school, he’d pick me up. He was my driver around town. He’d escort me to the salon and sit patiently while I made my hair. Very correct guy.
So, there was a time we had this cultist wahala in school so I decided to come home while they settled their nonsense, person cannot come and die by stray bullet. Anyway, I didn’t inform my boo so he wasn’t expecting me. I wanted to surprise him. I got to Lagos, took a cab to his house and opened the door. Immediately I got in, I saw this sisi coming out of the kitchen wearing his shirt and boxers. I just smiled inside me. She was startled. Before she could open her mouth, I seized the narrative.
“Who are you and where’s my brother? Isn’t he back from work?”
She was startled. “Ah. You’re Ayo’s sister? Welcome aunty. Welcome” She knelt down, greeted me and took my bag.
“He’s not yet back ma. Come and sit down. What would you drink?”
I was amused. Here I was barely 20, and a girl clearly older than I was was genuflecting and greeting me with respect because I was in my ‘brother’s’ house. I decided I liked this respect of a thing and wanted to see how far I could take it. Let’s just say I kinda overdid it.
I sat down, put my legs up and started ordering “my prospective sister-in-law” upandan. What did you cook?
She cooked jollof rice and served me like a queen. With chicken, turkey and dodo put on a tray. She knelt down while giving me the food. I ate till my tummy almost burst. That was the sweetest jollof I’ve ever eaten. The best jollof rice ever. I can’t get over how sweet it was.
She brought a pillow for me to adjust my back. She brought the remote control closer to me. She brought me water. I sent her to buy me stout. She went over and beyond to make me comfortable. I liked her already.
While I was sending her upandan, I’d throw her small compliments like “my brother must really like you” “you’re the first girl I’ve seen here” “you’re our wife o” And she’d giggle and blush and do more to please me.
She must have asked me “Aunty, do you want me to do anything else for you?” like 50 times.
After eating delicious jollof rice to my fill, I settled down to watch TV. I still kept on sending my ‘sister in law’ though. Open my bag. Bring out that charger. Charge my phone. Take out the clothes in that bag. Put them in this other bag. She was a dutiful little worker. Bless her.
Shortly after 7pm, our ‘boyfriend” came back…though I mean by now he was my brother. Immediately he got in and saw me, he was shocked opening his mouth and closing it like a fish. I jumped up and called my new ‘sister-in-law’. “Your darling is back o. Thank you for taking care of me. I’d be going home now”. Then I turned to my brother and wagged my finger in his face “This girl is a good girl. You better treat
her right”. Then I turned back to my sister-in-law, “If he misbehaves, let me know”. She knelt down and thanked me again. I was happy. This respect thing is heady stuff o.
She collected my number and I told my brother to pick my bags and drop me home.
He picked up my bags and we went out into the car. He still hadn’t uttered a word. We got into the car and he started apologising. He was sorry. She meant nothing. He met her at the club. He wasn’t expecting me blah blah blah. I didn’t even answer him. I didn’t have his time. I was too busy thinking about that sweet jollof rice. I was regretting why I didn’t tell her to pack me a bowl of it to eat at home. We got to my house and I got down, I didn’t even look back at him or wave bye.
That jollof rice was sweet ehn.
There are lots of controversies about the many spots in a woman’s body; how many are they? What are their functions? Are these spots real? Well, there are many sexual zones in a woman’s body but only one spot is recognised by sexologists and medical personnel and that is called the ‘G-spot.
Yes the G-spot, what on earth is so extraordinary about the G-spot area? A lot! Yes, every woman has one. To achieve the G-spot paradise, all you need is information. And today, I am going to give you the details of how you can utilise the stimulating power of G-spot to boost your sex life as a couple.
Even if you have not explored its exclusive power, you must have heard about the G-spot and all its intricacies. The spot is an erogenous zone located inside the vagina. It can produce some pretty intense sensations.
At the same time, it can also produce extreme frustrations, disappointment and dissatisfaction because it is, for many women, elusive and mysterious. Although the whole notion of the G-spot is hardly new, sex researchers and therapists have been flaunting it for years in the medical field, though skeptical about whether it really exists.
The G-spot is a real part of the female anatomy. This fact is newly documented in MRI scan and biopsies by medical doctors. Thanks to this new research, one can now realise that every girl is capable of experiencing more concentrated sexual pleasure and powerful orgasm.
There are disagreements about the actual size of the G-spot. It ranges from a quarter inch to a couple of inches along the upper walls of the vagina; about an inch or two past the female vaginal opening. Underneath are highly sensitive tissues that, when touched the right way, trigger feelings of sexual happiness and contentment.
The G-spot sensation, as described by most women, is more intense than those sensations they feel via clitoral stimulation. According to most of those women, there is more of a warm flushing feeling that resonates deeply through and throughout their entire body.
Even experts who always believed in the G-spot were not sure whether it was a distinct gland or merely a collection of nerve endings extending from the underside of the clitoris. Here is what researchers are sure of: G-spot is its own entity and is actually equivalent to an organ in the body.
This is known as female prostrate because their tissues surround an area that produces chemicals similar to that of male prostrate, a gland that creates fluids to nourish the sperm. Another similarity between the male prostate gland and the G-spot is that when the G-spot is aroused, women experience wetness more than they do during other types of stimulation. Some women disclosed that they ejaculate some clean, clear, colourless fluid when they reach orgasm.
Where and how to locate the G-spot? First and foremost, all you need to do as a wife is to lie back and just relax; embarking on your first G-spot mission location can really be wearisome and it will definitely take a lot of patience and persistence. Locating where it is can be done in two ways.
The first is the wife locating it by herself, or with the assistance of her husband. When I am counselling others, I always encourage the second way, that is, the husband helping out in locating the spot. If you as a wife want to do it yourself, start by spreading your legs and bending your knees, so that your vagina is open and will be easily accessible. With your palm facing up, insert two fingers inside, pressing your finger tips against the center of the upper vaginal wall. By so doing, you are actually seeking a spongy puckered or slightly ridged area, like the roof of your mouth. If after several minutes you are still coming up empty handed, this is the time to call in for your husband’s assistance.
Tell him to caress you the more because when you are aroused, the G-spot is filled with fluid and becomes larger because you have an easy time locating it if you are turned on by your husband. One strange tip-off is that you will experience a sudden need to pee. Because the G-spot is so close to the urethra, touching it often triggers the urge to pee feelings.
However, there is no need to run to the rest room because this is just a false alarm. The urge will go after some time. Now locating the G-spot by yourself is just to let you know you have one and nothing more. But I am always of the opinion that the best way out is to engage your husband in locating this mystery spot to take you to this paradise of serial orgasm.
A concise report on the issues of sexual harassment of female students in a school in Edo state by lecturers has been exposed.
There is only one option for the female students to get an A grade in their courses sleep with the male lecturer taking the course or refuse to do so and keep failing.
It’s either sex or no marks.
For a male student, because he is sexually unattractive to the lecturer, the only way to bail out himself is to hire a lady who will sleep with the concerned lecturer on his behalf in order to pass the course.
Sexual harassment, especially of the female students by male lecturers, is perhaps not a new thing in tertiary institutions in Nigeria and globally, with many people tagging it as the “greatest education epidemic” ever known.
But in Auchi Polytechnic, Auchi, Edo State, one of the first four federal polytechnics established in the country in 1963 frustrated students told a correspondent the extent some randy male lecturers go before they could pass them in their courses.
“The better ones among the lecturers give us the option of paying by cash for the course or finding a lady who will sleep with them on our behalf before we can pass. Passing a course costs us between N10,000 and N20,000,” a Higher National Diploma student of the Department of Accountancy, simply called Alex, told Saturday PUNCH on the telephone.
However, the downside to choosing to pay by cash rather than sex, according to Alex, is that the student can never get more than a C grade.
He continued, “ Paying by cash is for those who want just a pass. But if I find a girl who will sleep with the lecturer on my behalf, I’ll get an A, for sure. I’ll get at least 90 per cent in the course, even if I write nothing exceptional in the exam. This option of paying with money instead of sex only comes from about one or two of the lecturers out of 10.
“Some of the lecturers tell us point blank that they don’t need our money. They will tell us to find them ladies who will sleep with them before we can pass their courses. They teach very important courses, so you cannot ignore them. They will keep failing us until we’re given notice of withdrawal from the institution. It’s something that has happened to a friend who claimed to be a born-again Christian. The guy wrote the Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination afresh and is now at the University of Benin.
“So this is what we guys do: If I have a loyal girlfriend and I beg her, she can sleep with the lecturer on my behalf. The lecturer picks the hotel of his choice on the day we’ve agreed. I will book for it. I’ll order for the meal he’ll eat before the action. He will sleep with my girl and give me my A. I’ll give the lady my name so that the lecturer will know she’s from me.
“But if my girlfriend says no, then I have to hire someone else. I will get a prostitute from outside, pay her, book for the hotel the lecturer has picked, order for their meal and then I get an A in his course. I have done this for three lecturers now.
“The reality is we can’t pass their courses by mere brilliance. Only one or two lecturers are sane in my department. They don’t ask for anything. We read hard to pass their own courses. For the rest, sex is the key. This is why most of us don’t fidget when exam period approaches. We know the way out. The lecturers have shown us.”
Another male student in the Department of Accountancy who spoke with Saturday PUNCH, simply named Dickson, in HND 1, said he usually budgets some money right from the beginning of the semester to hire prostitutes who will sleep with the randy lecturers on his behalf.
He said, “I love my girlfriend and can’t allow her to sleep for me. Some other guys do that. They beg their girlfriends to help them. It’s not a coded thing. We all discuss it. The prostitutes make serious money from us, all because of the extent these lecturers have gone.
“Apart from the money my parents give me, I hustle on my own in the school. If I want to pass a course now, I need to budget at least N20,000 for it — N7,000 for hotel booking, N3,000 for meal and N10,000 to pay the prostitute.”
Asked how he hustles on the campus, he said he co-founded a computer centre outside the school premises from which he makes some money.
Alex and Dickson told Saturday PUNCH that the randy lecturers usually pick the expensive hotels in the city to enjoy the pleasure at the cost to the students.
“Some of the hotels are along the Benin-Okene Expressway, Ekpoma-Auchi Road, Benin-Auchi Road, etc. The least amount for booking is N5,000,” they said.
A lawyer and social commentator in Lagos, Bisoye Odubona, said the “devilish practice” the lecturers had caused the students to indulge in could turn them into riff-raff.
He said, “How will a student get N20,000 to pay the ‘total package’ on a course, all because of a randy lecturer? Don’t be surprised that these students might be stealing laptops and smartphones of their colleagues and selling them in order to raise money just to get an A.
“I know sexual harassment happens in tertiary institutions, just like everywhere else, but I never knew it had gone to this level. These are the lecturers turning our graduates to riff-raff. They deserve a cruel punishment if they are ever caught and I hope they are.”
All-expenses paid sex nights
According to some other students, sex is the only bailout option from these randy lecturers’ snares.
But even the sex option doesn’t come cheap.
“There was a lecturer then, a very randy one, who taught us Public Sector Accounting in HND 1. That was around 2013. He would tell us openly in the class, ‘I don’t want your money. I am richer than you. Give me a girl and you get your A,’” an ex-student of the department, simply known as Sam, who now works in Port Harcourt, told a correspondent.
He added, “There is a popular hotel along the Benin-Auchi Road where these lecturers used to tell us to book when they wanted to sleep with the ladies we gave them. It is one of the most expensive hotels to rent in the city. It’s also a bit distant from the school, so they would not be seen, I guess. They chose whatever hotel they wanted and we would pay for it. It’s an overnight session. An all-expenses paid sex night for them.
“Some other lecturers gave us two options to get good marks — sex or money. If you chose sex, you were sure of getting grade A in the course. If you chose money, you would get C, D or E, depending on how much you paid. The least was N10,000 per course when I was in HND 1 and N15,000 for HND 2 students. Out of the 10 courses I offered in HND 1, three of the lecturers wanted sex only. Four others would give you the option of sex or money, depending on the grade you wanted.
“In HND 2, I offered nine courses. Five of the lecturers taking the courses were highly randy. Only two were good lecturers. They would give you marks according to what you wrote. Those two were highly disciplined. There was a particular lecturer who would tell us to come to class (even on Sundays) at so-so time. He would be in class 10 minutes before the time and start teaching empty class if no student was around. He would be talking to the board and empty seats until we arrived. He was very strict, but I liked him.”
Apart from the Accountancy Department, It was also gathered that this practice also happens in some other departments, for example, the departments of business administration and management, public administration, banking and finance, and so on.
“It’s only that the practice was rampant in Accounting Department. Everybody knew that,” said Moses Franklin, a former student of the school who graduated in 2014 and now works and lives in Lagos.
He added, “The situation is just not too obvious in some other departments. If you sleep with the lecturer, you get a good A, like 90 per cent, even if you know nothing. Sex is their food. They cannot do without it. They are cursed with it.
“I remember a certain lecturer then, one of the randy ones, who was paralysed in an accident while I was in HND 1. God was merciful on him, he didn’t die. But despite that, the man came into the class in a wheelchair one day and said, ‘The fact that I’m paralysed doesn’t mean I’m impotent. I can still use my hands.’ From the way he was making gestures, he meant he could still use his hands to handle ladies’ breasts and buttocks; a very mad man.”
“Sleep for two”
This is a slogan some students of the school have coined from the situation, as explained by Joseph, another HND 1 student of the Department of Accountancy of the school.
He narrated how it works, “For the lecturers who want only sex to pass us, they demand from the ladies as well. Any lady who refuses to agree is frustrated by the lecturer. But for us guys, since they can’t have sex with us, they ask us to bring somebody that will do the job for us.
“We hire prostitutes to do the job for us. We rent the hotel room, pay for the lecturer’s meal, then pay the prostitute some cash, depending on our agreement.
“But surprisingly, some female students in our department are also exploiting this situation to make money for themselves. They tell us not to go outside to hire prostitutes. Instead of paying prostitutes, they ask us to let them assist us and we pay them. But in the process, the female student, apart from doing the male student a favour, also does herself one. She sleeps with the lecturer for the guy, for her own sake too and she still gets paid by the male student.
“It’s called ‘sleep for two.’ The lady helps both the guy and herself at once. Both of them get As. But if the male student has a loyal girlfriend, she does the job freely, except that the guy still pays for the hotel booking and meal.”
“This is highly sickening,” an educationist in Port Harcourt, Dr. Fidelia Peters, simply said, not knowing what else to say when she heard about the situation.She only added, “Those lecturers deserve to be placed in front of the firing squad and be got rid of. All of them will perhaps be blaming Nigeria’s woes on corruption, but look at it, are they not also corrupt?
“Talking about eliminating corruption, this is where it should start from. How can we improve or be intellectually sound if we are being taught by these sorts of lecturers? How can our education system improve? Not sure this is possible.”
The President of the Academic Staff Union of Polytechnics, Mr. Usman Dutse, said members of the body were always being cautioned against extorting and sexually victimising students.
“The students should report to the management. If they want the situation to be addressed, they have to report such lecturers. If perhaps they are afraid, they could report under condition of anonymity and such lecturers will be dealt with. But when they keep quiet, nothing much can be done. We hear these things too and we usually caution our members,” he said.
Sleeping for marks: Ex-female student’s account
While male students hire prostitutes, female students have to sleep with the randy lecturers themselves or they risk failing. For them, there is no option of hiring a prostitute or paying with cash in order to pass.
A former student of the school, simply called Mercy, who graduated in 2014, narrated her experience to a correspondent in Lagos.
She said, “All along, I was a very serious student, and of course, I should. I was sent to the school to study, not to sleep with lecturers to get marks.
“I didn’t do my National Diploma in Auchi Poly. I only did my HND there. I was not exposed to that kind of practice in my previous school. Probably it was not rampant there. When I got to Auchi Poly, I didn’t know those lecturers had set their eyes on me until when it was time to do my project. All the courses I offered while in the school, I never got more than a C, maybe in one or two. I did have lots of Ds and Es, and sometimes Fs, despite studying and writing well. That is why I graduated with just a pass from the school.
“When it was time for project, I never knew why this particular lecturer who taught us Public Sector Accounting in HND 1 was frustrating me. He also took us Financial Management in HND 2. He was my project supervisor. I submitted 10 project topics to him, but he didn’t approve any. I started submitting project topics to him right from the beginning of the first semester in HND 2, but he didn’t approve any until it got to mid-second semester. It got to a point when I was frustrated and felt like committing suicide. So I approached him one day, ‘Sir, I don’t even have any project topic idea. Please tell me what topic to work on.’ He replied, ‘You’re funny. It’s because you don’t know what to do like your colleagues. Go and ask what your friends are doing. Have you ever come to greet me in my office?’ I became dumb, couldn’t utter a word. I made up my mind never to succumb to his pressure. That’s why he approved my project topic in the middle of second semester when most students had gone far ahead of me in writing almost all the chapters of theirs.
“When he finally approved it, I started rushing through it. He approved the last chapter of my project two days before the day of defence. I was helpless, but there was nothing I could do but to accept my fate. On the day he approved it, I had to sleep in a business centre in the school to write, type, print, make photocopies and spiral-bind it. I couldn’t eat. I didn’t take my bath. I slept in the school till the morning of the day of defence. I couldn’t go to the hostel for two days. In the morning of the day of defence, I showed up and tried my best. After my presentation, he shook my hand and refused to let it go. He was practically handling with my fingers. He asked me, ‘You think you are smart, right?’ It was when the final results came that I knew what he was talking about.
“Other lecturers who took us Managerial Economics, Accounting Theory and Practice and some others were like that. Very randy people. The lecturer teaching us Taxation had his only special way. His case was different from others. No matter what you wrote, you could never get more than a C grade. He could set his eyes on and sleep with a female student, but that didn’t translate to special marks. His was not a quid-pro-quo situation. We were always scared of him. He was a great womaniser.
“If a lady refused to give him sex, he would frustrate her. If he saw a guy hanging out frequently with the lady he had set his eyes on, he would assume the guy to be the lady’s boyfriend. He then set his eyes on the guy. He would take the guy as his competitor and the reason why the lady refused him. He would frustrate him by failing him over and over again until the guy was given a notice of withdrawal. We ladies used to pray that the man shouldn’t like us.”
Mercy said she wished she didn’t school in the institution, adding, “but to get an admission is not easy in this country. I am carrying a pass certificate around because of what I passed through in those lecturers’ hands. I do wish sometimes I didn’t school in Nigeria.”
“I tried reporting, but the lecturers would tell us they’re irremovable from the system. They wielded great influence, they claimed. ‘If you like, go and report to the rector, there’s nothing she can do,’ they would say,” she said of the lecturers.
Why students give in
Sexual harassment in tertiary institutions is used as a tool to create a fear of the future in the minds of the students by the lecturers who indulge in it, a psychologist, Mrs. Moyo Owolabi, said.
She said, “The students want good grades to boost their Grade Point Averages, which have an eternal influence on the way they are treated in the job market later in life. Everyone knows that most companies hire based on the academic result a candidate has.
“If you don’t have a minimum of 2-1, for instance, there are some jobs you cannot apply for. They tell you specifically it’s a minimum of 2-1. So the desperation for good marks will always be there. The lecturers too know this, and they use it to exploit the students. ‘If you want a good score, sleep with me or pay with money.’ That’s what they say. In many tertiary institutions, this is happening.”
The institution’s spokesperson, Mr. Mustapha Oshiobugie, asked students to report the lecturers to the school authorities, vowing that lecturers who harass their students sexually would be sanctioned if found guilty after investigation.
He said, “We hear all these things, but they are false. When we ask students to report such lecturers, they wouldn’t come forward. No lecturer is above the law here, so when students come forward with reports, we will question the lecturer, but they wouldn’t come.
“We tell them that if perhaps they are afraid, they should tell their parents to report on their behalf, but we don’t see anyone. The students can also write us with proof and we will look into the allegations.
“We cannot just question a lecturer without a proof. There are policies in place which allow us to deal with such lecturers, but we need the students to report first, not just carrying rumours about. Our former rector — Dr. (Mrs.) Philipa Idogho — even gave her phone numbers to the students, but they wouldn’t report. And we can’t take on a lecturer based on rumours.
“They have the opportunity to report to even the Dean of Student Affairs, or why do we have him? We encourage our students to avail themselves of the opportunity to report.”
An education advocate in Lagos, Ms Viola Akhigbe, told a correspondent via Twitter that it was high time the authorities set up structures to fight sexual harassment in all forms in the institution.
She said of sexual harassment, “I think it is one of the most horrible developments of our time. In all fairness, some tertiary institutions in Nigeria, as in other parts of the world, have put structures in place to prevent incidences of sexual harassment, such as policies, increased awareness and heavy sanctions. Unfortunately, the effects of these measures have not been significant enough to stop the perpetrators.
“In the first place, we need to see sexual harassment, not as a school problem, but as a societal issue. It is a social crime which requires a whole societal response. Institutions need to be more articulate, decisive, sincere and transparent in their policy provisions and procedures for handling incidences of sexual harassment so that people are not only aware, but can also trust that justice will be served.
“Students themselves have to become smarter in handling such cases. Technology can definitely be helpful here, because evidence is also important. Our society is becoming more alive to issues of social responsibility and technology has been such a blessing. So lecturers, and indeed institutions, should not imagine that they will continue to get away with sexual harassment. It just must stop!”