The exams started that monday as scheduled and I was busy writing jargon in my scripts.
I hadn’t been reading so there was no way I would know what to write.
The students sitting by my sides didn’t help matters too as they both closed their answer booklets from my prying eyes making it relatively impossible for me to copy.
“Please let me see the ones you’ve written,” I pleaded with one of the chaps. The guy didn’t respond.
Instead he behaved like he didn’t hear what I said and continued with what he was writing.
I never knew such behaviour was obtainable in a university where getting first position or last position wasn’t relevant.
After that response, I kept to myself and continued writing my jargon.
For one week we wrote the exams one after the other till it finished. Then the second phase of the hustle began.
I went from one lecturer’s office to the other sorting my way out by cash and kind depending on the one the lecturer demanded.
There was this particular lecturer that gave me hard time. He had refused to collect money from me and wouldn’t grant me audience till the day I barged into his office unannounced.
He had stared at me with fear not knowing what gave me the impetus to barge into his office the way I did.
I locked the door behind me and instantly reminded him of why I came.
“I have told you that your proposition is impossible,” he said sitting back in his chair.
“How I wish you know what you’re missing sir,” I replied pulling up my skirt and turning around for him to see my well shaped asset. “All these would be yours to enjoy free of charge if only you would help me.”
The man remained silent for sometime.
Then I heard him mutter some inaudible words and pointed to a white piece of paper in his left hand.
“Write down your phone number here,” he commanded… “
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