DERAILED
HOMOSAPIEN
“Good morning students,” Mr Adesokan greeted after the unanimous
greeting received from the students as the tradition demands. “How was your
weekend?”
“Fine Sir,” The students chorused. “Thank you.” They added. Stood still.
“Please have your seats.” He urged while standing.
The students who were dressed in
sky-blue checks immediately assumed their respective seats simultaneously.
Anxiously waited for a formal introduction from the strange being.
It was Monday morning at about some minutes past nine o’clock after the
students’ usual morning assembly; it marked the beginning of the sixth week of
the second term segment. Mr Adesokan was a new teacher in the school –
Comprehensive Secondary School, Ojagidi, Ogun State; he resumed duty on that
very day. He had just replaced Mr Tunde whom was transferred two weeks back to
one of the neighbouring public schools in the state; Mr Tunde was one of the
school’s Mathematics teachers in charge of the senior session but his duty post
were particularly S.S.S-1 and S.S.S-2 classes.
“Hope this is SS1?” Mr Adesokan verified.
“Yes Sir!” The students chorused on the top of their voices.
“Alright,” He said. “What arm is this?”
“SS1A.” They responded.
Each of the senior classes was made up of four different arms ranging
from A to D.
“Good.” He said. Paused. “Do you know why I’m here?”
“No Sir!” The class of about forty students exclaimed. Became jittery
and curious. Apparently, the suspense was telling on them.
“Okay,” He said. “I’m Mr Ola Adesokan.”
The overall students became more impatient. Couldn’t wait to hear the
next word, phrase or clause that would be dished out by the unknown dude who
seemed to be in his early forties.
Mr Adesokan who was slim, dark and average in height was clad in a pair
of tactically ironed black trousers and grey plain shirt coupled with a pair of
black sandals; the shirt was neatly tucked into the trousers.
“Henceforth,” He continued. “I’ll
be taking you on Mathematics.”
This time, the students in their entirety
became relieved. They had been longing to see who would replace Mr Tunde; Mr
Tunde was indeed a good and refined teacher who had all it takes to make even a
dummy understand Mathematics to the fullness. His abrupt transfer from the
school caused a tremendous pandemonium among the affected students.
And, looking at Mr Adesokan –
going by his dress as well as countenance, the class appeared thoroughly convinced
that Mr Tunde’s replica had come to replace him; it became absolutely tranquil
while excitedly waited to hear more impressive words from a man who seemed not
unlike a god-sent.
After all the needed instructions accompanied with consequential enquiries,
Mr Adesokan hurriedly introduced the topic for the day, which was
overwhelmingly welcomed by the students.
Something abnormal transpired in the process. While Mr Adesokan was
enthusiastically teaching the class, he was distracted by a female student who
was lousily seated on her desk. The girl in question who was ignorant of the
scene she had created felt relaxed and was attentively and passionately
listening to the lesson, unknowingly to her that she was making her
corrupt-minded tutor lose his concentration.
Having managed to exhaust his period that lasted for eighty minutes
amidst the inevitable temptation, Mr Adesokan signalled to the teen, asking her
to come out. The moment she stepped out, he whispered to her to see him in his
office during the school break time.
The poor girl who couldn’t wait to embrace the awaited break time
because she was anxious to ascertain or fathom what actually prompted the unexpected
invitation, began her journey to Mr Adesokan’s office at exactly half past
eleven o’clock in the morning (11:30 am) the moment the school bell rang for
the break. Her class was about two kilometers (2km) away from the office.
“Good morning Sirs!” She greeted as soon as she walked into the staff
room. It was a complex room compromising four male teachers including Mr
Adesokan. Interestingly, all of them were Mathematics teachers; two were for
the junior session whilst the other two were for the senior session. Their
respective tables coupled with chairs were separately positioned at the four
corners of the room.
“Good morning, dear.” They
responded.
“How’re you?” One of them asked.
“Fine Sir.” She replied. Walked straightly to where her intended host
was seated.
“Good day, Sir.” She greeted the moment she got to her destination.
Stood directly opposite him.
“Good day, my dear.” Mr Adesokan responded. “How’re you?”
“Fine Sir.”
“Sit down.” He softly urged, pointing his
right arm at the seat permanently cited opposite his likewise those of his
colleagues.
“Thank you, Sir.” She appreciated. Quickly sat on the seat.
“I called you here to know more about you,” Said Mr Adesokan. “Because
when I was teaching your class this morning, you appeared very serious-minded.”
He lied.
“Thank you, Sir.” She cheerfully dished out.
“You’re welcome.”
She remained calm and relaxed.
“So, what’s your beautiful
name?”
She smiled at the tone of the
question especially the ‘beautiful’ that was inclusive. “Yetunde.” She replied
amid the thick smile.
The seemingly harmless
discussion lasted for several minutes. At the long run, phone numbers were
exchanged though she wasn’t with hers because they were severely warned not to
come to school with their cell phones; in view of this, they agreed on how they
would be reaching each other. The proposed closeness, which seemed to Yetunde
like that of a father and his daughter owing to the tune/mode of the proposal,
was actually a deceptive one.
At the fifteenth minute on the dot when the discussion ended, she
hurriedly left for her classroom filled with fantasy as well as ecstasy like
one who had just won a lottery.
On their part, his colleagues who were seated at distant locations
weren’t aware of what really went on or what was discussed between them, though
they weren’t interested either since such meeting wasn’t unusual among teachers
and their students. Besides, being a new teacher, they were of the opinion that
Mr Adesokan needed to meet privately with some of his students, especially the
serious-minded ones, to intimate him on the journey so far.
Mr Adesokan was a happily married man blessed with four kids – three
males and a female. His intimate relationship with Yetunde continued for
several weeks to the extent that her fellow students began to envy her and she
was really enjoying the togetherness, which she never knew the initiator had a
sinister motive.
Little did any of his colleagues
or any member of the school management realize that he was up to something.
Even when any of them decides to think otherwise, he/she would be beclouded or
bribed by a notion that the deviant was a very decent and respectable man. Suffice
it to say that, the man in question was no doubt a wolf in sheep clothing.
Subsequently, the intimacy became
juicier to Yetunde, that, her innocent mindset never foresaw any evil or funny
act coming from Mr Adesokan. It proceeded until one fateful day when her
fantasies yielded an unimaginable reality; indeed, on that day, the awful but
hidden truth dawned upon her person.
On the aforesaid day, Yetunde paid a scheduled visit to Mr Adesokan at a
lodging spot. He had during the weekday asked her to pay him a visit by the
weekend, Saturday precisely, and she obliged. But he lied to her that she was
coming to his family house; she was told that he wanted her to meet with his
family especially his wife towards ensuring that she became a friend to the
family.
The moment the vulnerable
creature arrived at the proposed venue for the meeting at about quarter past
three in the afternoon (03:15 pm) on Saturday 11th of June 2011, she
needed not an interpreter to notify her that she was within a hotel arena.
Though she was nervous but she was consoled by a perceived presumption that the
hotel could be just a place where her intended host wanted to receive her
before proceeding to his family house to enable her locate his place of
residence easily.
The
curiosity and perturbation continued until Mr Adesokan majestically walked out
of the bar where he was relaxing having received an alert from her via phone
call, and signalled her to come over. As soon as she got to the point where he
was standing, which was the main entrance to the bar, he ushered her into the
bar and took her to the position he was chilling himself with a bottle of stout
beer.
“My
little angel!” He exclaimed. “You’re really looking pretty and gorgeous.”
She smiled apprehensively.
“Now I know,” He said. “The uniform I’ve been seeing you in have been
hiding your real beauty.”
His dubious compliment was not
unlike pouring water on gravel. She wasn’t moved by it not even a bit unlike
her.
“Please have your seat.” He urged her, smiling.
She sluggishly sat on one of the seats situated at the corner, looking
pale. “Have I been deceived?” She thought.
Other guests who were also chilling themselves were seated in the bar at
strategic locations.
“Pretty,” Mr Adesokan who was
putting on a pair of black jeans, blue T-shirt and a brown lather slippers
called. “You’re not looking happy.” He observed.
She slightly adjusted herself. Still sceptical
and quiet. She was clad in a pink skirt, white polo and a pair of ash sandals.
Yetunde who was at a tender age
of 14, was unarguably a very pretty girl that her beauty could be felt by the
blind; she was chocolate, plump and tall.
“What is wrong?” The predatory
creature tenderly enquired.
“Sir,” She vulnerably called. “I
thought you said I was coming to meet your family?”
“Yes,” He said. “But…”
“But what?”
“They travelled to the village yesterday.” He lied. “Something urgent
came up.”
“Okay ooh!” She grunted sceptically.
“I’m sorry I didn’t inform you.”
After some minutes coupled with persuasion, she agreed to take a soft
drink. At the long run, her host poured some of his drink into the glass she
was using and both drinks mixed instantly. He convinced her that the mixture
was more appetizing and nourishing although his sole intention was to drug her;
thereafter, she was cajoled into taking the drink.
When she became dizzy as a result of the concoction she had taken, he
hastily took her to one of the hotel rooms, took off her wears and defiled her,
all in accordance to his plan.
One month later being the third term of their academic session, Yetunde
took in. Prior to this phase, she never disclosed what transpired between her
and Mr Adesokan at the hotel with anyone; he had promised to shower her with
gifts if she remained silent.
When her parents noticed her abrupt weird idiosyncrasies, her mother
took her to a laboratory to confirm what was actually wrong with her, and she
was consequently informed that her beloved daughter was four weeks pregnant. They
exhorted her to tell them the truth behind the pregnancy, and she confessed;
the parents who became devastated by the unthinkable confession trembled with
rage.
The moment the news got to her school, the derailed homosapien was
sacked after he attended to the query issued to him
Later on, the police arrested him and charged him to court for
paedophilia, bestiality and attempted murder.
FRED DOC
NWAOZOR
Executive
Director, Centre for Counselling, Research
& Career
Development - Owerri
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+2348028608056
Twitter: @fdnnwaozor
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