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A STITCH IN TIME BY: Oluwajimi Thorpe






The length people would go just to get a good score in the school is unbelievable. The system is so bad that if you don’t use money or your body, it may be hard to get a five in some courses unless you read like your life depends on it. Even at that, people still fail.
 I recently heard about a girl who is one of the top students in her class. To everyone, she was good, a ‘’scholar’’ as they call her.


  We all thought she read a lot; only if we knew what really went on. How could we? she was always encouraging freshers to read even introduced them to various fellowships. In everyone’s eyes, she was perfect and innocent. Our eyes opened on a fateful Thursday to the harsh reality of what was really going on.

Our sister here was caught with one of the biggest sensei lex at school.

 They probably thought they were the only ones in the faculty that day. Oh, what a sight! A student going to complain about a test score barged into the office to find her and sensei lex in a compromising situation. The boy said he thought the man had gone home, but he saw the man's car outside and decided to try his luck.

 He got to the front of sensei lex's office and heard a table creaking. He innocently knocked and hearing no answer, he wanted to go back, but out of desperation, opened the door to see our sister on the table lying on her
 back with her legs open pressing someones head into her legs.

 They were too caught up in the act and did not see him. Her eyes were closed and whoever was giving her head was too busy to notice either. He tried to go out and lock the door but out of anxiety and shock at what he saw he missed his step. Hearing the noise, they drew apart, behold! sensei lex, his lecturer was the "header" He ran out and continued till he got to his hostel. It was in his haste we saw him. Thinking something was wrong, we ran after him to ask what had happened. He narrated what he had seen and it dropped my jaw was so wide open it could fall.

 People can pretend it was from this that people who already knew what was going on told us how everything started from a zero in this  man’s course in 100 level and out of fear of what her parents would do to her, she started sleeping with this man. She’s in 300 level and still doing it just to pass, apparently, the man has connections with other lectures.

HMM, SAD BUT TRUE

 The question on our weekend special this week are

 What would you advise her to do?

 Whose fault is it?

 From this story we can see that the main character had her own fault, even though circumstances made her turn from the right part she still continued the deed for a long time and to crown it all up she kept on making it look like she had a perfect life. Assuming she opened up to someone or even her parents about her score at the beginning of this whole thing, she would have been free from all this embarrassment because her story has travelled far and wide.

 This is my take on this weekend special I don’t know if some of you can advise our sister who has drifted.

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