I gained admission to study Communication and Language Arts in the University of Ibadan.
I didn’t tell my dad about the school fees payment early enough but I did a day before the portal was scheduled to close.
After hours of queuing and moving around in Wema bank located in Bodija market, I finally pushed, shoved and forcefully made my way into the bank around 5:00pm.
The crowd in the bank was just too crazy. It seemed like everyone also decided to wait till the portal was about to close.
The earlier plan was to go back home that day but I obviously couldn’t go back without sorting out my payment. Hence, I might forfeit the admission. I was asked to come back the next day for my pin and print out of receipt.
Stranded around 7:00pm, I went back to one of the female hostels in the schoool. I narrated my ordeal to the porters on duty and begged them to allow me to spend the night but I wasn’t allowed to even step a foot into the hostel gate.
Not having any known relative in Ibadan made the situation hopeless. I also couldn’t afford to use the service of any hotel.
I stayed on a bench in students affairs quarters until around 10:00pm. A security guard saw me and asked what I was doing there at that time of the night. I narrated my ordeal and he said it is an illegal act for me to stay there. He promised to help and asked me to wait.
He called a guy (who stayed in one of the male hostels) and asked me to follow the guy to a safe place.
I agreed.. (Did I have a choice at that time?)
The new guy came to pick me at about 11:15pm and we headed to his room in Nnamdi Azikiwe hall.
He noticed I was fidgeting and told me to be comfortable because he doesn’t bite and won’t harm me. I was a bit relieved and thanked God for sending me an angel in human clothing.
We arrived in his room in Zik hall and he gave me rice and stew to eat. I was so hungry and ate the food like I was some starved kid from Somalia.
I had my bath in the general male bathroom and then slept off almost immediately.
It was barely hours into my sleep when I felt something crawling on my body like a gentle wave of air.
I wasn’t sure what the crawling stuff was since the room was dark and I wasn’t familiar with the environment.
After a short while, the stuff came crawling on my body with full force again. I opened my eyes slowly, still laid still. Then I saw clearly, it was someone’s hands trying to gain access into my skirt.
Before I could say jack, dude grabbed my breast like it was some water satchet. Something similar to third world war began. I wasn’t just going to be raped like a commoner without at least a fight!
Dude was strong, he pressed my hands and mouth together while I kept struggling in vain.
After a while, I broke free and gave him a kick on his neck towards his throat. He yelled in pain as I struggled out of his grip and rushed for the door.
I ran down the hallway without picking anything except my yellow clear bag file that contained my credentials.
I paced the hallway till daybreak.
In the morning, I tried to create a scene but decided that I didn’t need such publicity. At the end, the world would blame me for sleeping in a male hostel in the first place.
After some threats and begging, he disgustingly threw my phone and shoes at me the next morning.
I swallowed my shame and went to pour my anger and tears at the staff of Wema bank that caused the madness in the first place.
The guy’s name is Onome. He was a year ahead of me in the department of English language. I stumbled on him in the faculty of arts when I was in 200 level.
I ensured that he paid for his sins in my own special way. He will still pay and continue to pay for the sins till he learns not to take advantage of vulnerable people again.