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Mr. Bongo was a terrible, horrible expression of a man. Honestly, this description is the sweetest that I can offer for this being!

Unlike Dr. Koko, Bongo the bulldog stank to the high heavens. His shirts were never ironed and I can tell you where the rainbow that showed after Noah’s flood has been hiding… under Bongo’s armpit! Ha-ha!

Every time Bongo raised his hand to write on the board, we had the rare privilege of sighting this rainbow. There was nothing to like about Bongo the Bulldog. I think he knew. You know how people like that will see a fine lady, and since they do not have charms, they bring out their harms.

Anyway I had made a friend; a very beautiful girl. I didn’t know that bulldog had been hitting on her. Did I mention that she was quiet and shy?

During the exams, she fell very ill and was on admission. That is all I knew. By the time the results came out, I realized that both of us had re-sit in the course. "No wahala," I thought. it’s just that one and so I spent four weeks basically tearing the course apart, I was ready… yeah ready like Freddy!

It was when I went for the re-sit of that exam that I heard what happened. My friend was helpless as this bulldog kept hitting on her and it affected her so much that she fell ill. She was terrified. A female lecturer, which I will refer to as “Iron lady“, went to visit her at the hospital and kept prodding until  she broke down and told her everything! Iron lady to the rescue! She took the case up with the senate. He was warned and that was it.

So we wrote our exam and went back to our various destinations to enjoy the rest of the holidays. I didn’t even bother, to check the results. I knew I killed it.

As the new session commenced and I went about doing the needful- registration. I was informed that I failed a course and I will have to “carry over“ this course. Not possible! I realized it was a terrible mistake not to check my results but there was nothing I could do about it.

My friend also failed the course, and she now decided to tell me the rest of the story. He had told her that he knew there was no way she could have had the guts to report him, except I told her to! This is me that was not even aware! My quiet friend never told me!

I was livid! I knew I had passed the course, I laid down my complaints, the file was 'pushed under' and in the words of the Head of Faculty, “we have to think about the reputation of the Institution in general and faculty in particular. It is better not to investigate, besides, it is only an extra semester… just go and do it.“

Imagine the injustice that people face, because there is no one to fight for the innocent. I support the bill. A lot is swept under the carpet. It is time to clean our Institutions. Let the spring-cleaning begin!

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