The young man, dressed in the National Youth Service Corps (N.Y.S.C) uniform, looked very handsome. He stood in front of the board giving a biology lecture to the sociology students at the Federal University in Bauchi State. Every student listened attentively because the lecturer was thorough and had a strong, commanding voice.
This was his entry into Hall 3. As usual, he spent over an hour lecturing them on “Introduction to Biology.” Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps—someone entering the hall. Everyone’s attention shifted. He looked up and followed with his eyes from head to toe.
It was a fair-skinned girl, almost yellowish because of her complexion. She was not very tall but had a curvy figure. Her eyes were big and bright, she had a long nose and moderately full lips. She wore a pink lace outfit with matching shoes that had a slight heel, and she carried a pink bag. She walked straight to her seat. Before she could reach it, the lecturer spoke, and she continued walking without hesitation.
Section 2: The Confrontation
Full of annoyance, he followed her, gesturing for her to leave. “Get out of my class,” he said. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He was tall, very handsome, with piercing eyes, a sharp nose, and a well-built body. She was aware of her own beauty, so she shot him a disdainful look and let out a long huff.
He was surprised—no girl had ever snubbed him like this before. Raising his voice, he demanded, “Who are you to enter my class just like that? What business do you have here? Whose daughter are you?”
The whole class went silent, all eyes on them. It was unusual for a student to confront him like this. Finally, he barked, “Carry your legs and get out of my class before I humiliate you. I’ve never seen your face in this class before!”
The girl, filled with anger, walked out without a word, her heart heavy with resentment. She promised herself that today he would learn who she really was and that she was different from other girls he had humiliated.
Section 3: The Director’s Intervention
He returned to the step and continued his lecture. Then the school Director entered the hall with six aides. Everyone, including the lecturer, turned their attention to him. The Director approached quickly and asked, “What’s your connection with this girl, Junaida Mukhtar? Do you even know who she is?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the Director cut him off sharply: “Lamin Kaifa, she is not a staff member; you were only here for a service. That’s why we suspended you from this duty. Now follow me to the office; we need to speak.”
In the classroom, everyone was stunned. The lecturer, Lamin, packed his laptop and belongings and bid farewell to his students, who numbered about two hundred due to the combined lecture.
The students were shocked because it was unusual for a lecturer to be expelled by the school over a student. Meanwhile, Lamin went to the admin block where the Director, the Students’ Affairs officer, the Registrar, and the Head of Department were waiting. The girl, Junaida Mukhtar, was seated there watching him.
The Director explained firmly that Lamin had to apologize to the girl for the earlier incident. Lamin, astonished, argued that she was the one at fault. The Head of Department intervened, emphasizing her powerful background: her father was the Permanent Secretary of Education and Head of Service for the state. Lamin had no choice but to comply.
He took the document given to him, accepted the order to leave the school if he refused to apologize, and left the office. He got into his Toyota Corolla and drove off, leaving Bauchi for the city of Yola.
By 3 PM, he reached Chief Olusegun Obasanjo Housing Estate in Yola. Slowly, he drove to his family house, where his younger sibling spotted him. He greeted her, and she responded cheerfully, asking why he hadn’t recognized them. Smiling, he joked about even their parents not noticing them sometimes. She introduced herself as Husna/Hasna, busy in the kitchen preparing fried Indomie. He smiled and inquired about their mother, and she pointed him to her side, so he went over.
The young man, dressed in the National Youth Service Corps (N.Y.S.C) uniform, looked very handsome. He stood in front of the board giving a biology lecture to the sociology students at the Federal University in Bauchi State. Every student listened attentively because the lecturer was thorough and had a strong, commanding voice.
This was his entry into Hall 3. As usual, he spent over an hour lecturing them on “Introduction to Biology.” Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps—someone entering the hall. Everyone’s attention shifted. He looked up and followed with his eyes from head to toe.
It was a fair-skinned girl, almost yellowish because of her complexion. She was not very tall but had a curvy figure. Her eyes were big and bright, she had a long nose and moderately full lips. She wore a pink lace outfit with matching shoes that had a slight heel, and she carried a pink bag. She walked straight to her seat. Before she could reach it, the lecturer spoke, and she continued walking without hesitation.
Section 2: The Confrontation
Full of annoyance, he followed her, gesturing for her to leave. “Get out of my class,” he said. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He was tall, very handsome, with piercing eyes, a sharp nose, and a well-built body. She was aware of her own beauty, so she shot him a disdainful look and let out a long huff.
He was surprised—no girl had ever snubbed him like this before. Raising his voice, he demanded, “Who are you to enter my class just like that? What business do you have here? Whose daughter are you?”
The whole class went silent, all eyes on them. It was unusual for a student to confront him like this. Finally, he barked, “Carry your legs and get out of my class before I humiliate you. I’ve never seen your face in this class before!”
The girl, filled with anger, walked out without a word, her heart heavy with resentment. She promised herself that today he would learn who she really was and that she was different from other girls he had humiliated.
Section 3: The Director’s Intervention
He returned to the step and continued his lecture. Then the school Director entered the hall with six aides. Everyone, including the lecturer, turned their attention to him. The Director approached quickly and asked, “What’s your connection with this girl, Junaida Mukhtar? Do you even know who she is?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but the Director cut him off sharply: “Lamin Kaifa, she is not a staff member; you were only here for a service. That’s why we suspended you from this duty. Now follow me to the office; we need to speak.”
In the classroom, everyone was stunned. The lecturer, Lamin, packed his laptop and belongings and bid farewell to his students, who numbered about two hundred due to the combined lecture.
The students were shocked because it was unusual for a lecturer to be expelled by the school over a student. Meanwhile, Lamin went to the admin block where the Director, the Students’ Affairs officer, the Registrar, and the Head of Department were waiting. The girl, Junaida Mukhtar, was seated there watching him.
The Director explained firmly that Lamin had to apologize to the girl for the earlier incident. Lamin, astonished, argued that she was the one at fault. The Head of Department intervened, emphasizing her powerful background: her father was the Permanent Secretary of Education and Head of Service for the state. Lamin had no choice but to comply.
He took the document given to him, accepted the order to leave the school if he refused to apologize, and left the office. He got into his Toyota Corolla and drove off, leaving Bauchi for the city of Yola.
By 3 PM, he reached Chief Olusegun Obasanjo Housing Estate in Yola. Slowly, he drove to his family house, where his younger sibling spotted him. He greeted her, and she responded cheerfully, asking why he hadn’t recognized them. Smiling, he joked about even their parents not noticing them sometimes. She introduced herself as Husna/Hasna, busy in the kitchen preparing fried Indomie. He smiled and inquired about their mother, and she pointed him to her side, so he went over.