The lecturer

By Stephen Adinoyi

A lecturer has a letch for Leah
But Leah comes only to learn
The lecturer deepens his lechery
And Leah glooms with misery
“Give me or you will not graduate.”
“Please sir, I can’t.”

Leah gets him a fat cash
But the lecturer is still harsh
“What! Rubbish! You are funny!
I don’t need your money!”

Leah lingers, begging
“I said I don’t need your money. Get out of my office!”

Leah leaves, sullen
She is an untouched flower
Threatened to be deflowered
She is a pure honey
But her lecturer is horny

Next day: “Ok, sir. I agree.”
The lecturer grins like a lad ladled with a bowlful of his favourite food
“That’s my girl … hehehe!”
“So, where can we do it?”

Leah’s question quenches the tiredness
Accumulated by the work of the day
Energising him like a beaming boy
Called to come and take candies

“Oh, em … em … any hotel you choose, my Queen”
“Ok, I will decide and call you.
But, sir, bless me with a distinction.”
“Of course, and you will be the top scorer …”

Next day: “Sweet Leah, any problem?
I thought we agree tomorrow Saturday.”
“Yes, sir, but I came to show you this.”

She pulls out a recorder
And plays the conversations of yesterday

“What … what …”
“You have a choice, sir, allow me to freely write my exams, and no one will see this”
“Em … em … no problem.”

Leah passes her exams
She submits the tape to the VC
The lecturer’s career crashes

Adinoyi, an award-winning poet and Fellow of Ebedi International Writers Residency, is the Chairman of Association of Nigerian Authors, Kaduna