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DVillage Square
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DVillage Square (42)

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    Sexual Harassment can be said to be an unwanted sexual attention or behaviour which negatively affects the work or learning environment. In some cases, this occurs when a person in a position of power uses that influence to force a subordinate into providing sexual favours. The imbalance of power creates a situation in which the subordinate cannot freely say no. In many instances, the behaviour of sexual nature creates an intimidating atmosphere in the learning environment which ultimately disrupts a person’s ability to learn. These kinds of sexual behaviours may be in form of: Sexual touching and/or suggestive looks, gestures and sounds.                                                                      In (Nigerian) universities today, sexual harassment has somewhat become a norm.  It happens daily and its impact is growing at an alarming rate! The social issue has become a part of the undisciplined minds of both the perpetrators of the act and the victims.…
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    Fire!   "Yeh! Who dey for room B3 o? Fire dey burn o!" It was Kemi screaming, her eyes wide with despair. She couldn't contain the horror, as she jumped and threw her hands up in the air. We rushed down to her side to see what her object of alarm was. It was a raging inferno, blazing thick yellow, its dark smoke blurring our vision.   "Dele, no be your room be this? See as he tanda dey look. Where key make we open door na?" Segun nudged me in the ribs, jolting me out of my bewilderment. I searched my pockets frantically but couldn't find the key. Keys are mysterious companions; they vanish when you need them the most. It may have fallen when I was rushing down.   "Ah, I no find am o," I lamented. My hands had begun to shake, and my legs seemed like they would give way under my weight anytime soon. "We go break the door be that. This fire mad. E fit catch wire and spread to all rooms,"…
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SUG Election Palaver (Read Episode 10 here) Last Friday, as I was returning from class, fagged out and hungry, a funny-looking lad in baggy trousers walked up to me and stuffed a handbill in my right hand. I looked down at the loose-printed sheet, designed with lousy colours and eye-catching calligraphy, and looked up at the lad with my eyebrows arched, demanding an explanation for this unrequested burden he had thrust on me. Like a child who had been made to learn by rote and was now being asked to make a recital, he burst into a jabber: "Good evening, bros. I am Femi Ajala, popularly known as Ajasco. I am contesting for the post of the Student Union treasurer. I've come to solicit for your vote, support and ..." "Shh!" I cut him short, putting my index finger across my lips. In his presence, I scrunched the handbill into a ball and tossed it into the nearest bin. I walked away, leaving him transfixed. I had just left Biochemistry class, where the lecturer had disclosed the result of the…
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(Read Episode 9 here) Natural Hair-mance! If there is a heaven, I know most male undergraduates in Nigerian universities will not make it. Now, this is not a curse, neither is it a speculation. I am a male undergraduate in a Nigerian university, and I know what I do, just as much as my eyes are open to what my friends do.   A couple of weeks ago, Nike, a female course mate of mine, with whom I have a good rapport, came to class in the morning, looking strange. Her dressing was usual: a pair of jeans trousers and a decent shirt. One of my male friends, out of mischief, had once commented that he had never seen her in skirts - an assertion I would later uphold to be true after keen observation- but that was not even the crux that morning.   Nike and I often visited Mama Tee’s restaurant together in the evenings, after Anatomy practical on Monday and Thursday. Anatomy practical is energy-sapping. You stand all through the duration of three hours, dissecting cadavers to…
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(Read Episode 8 here) Hmmm! Fruit Salad!   Since I got admitted into Ekiti State University three years ago, I have had over five relationships. Though, I have never had more than one girlfriend at a time, to whom I have always ensured to be faithful. Fidelity is a difficult thing on campus and so requires great discipline and constraint. The ravishing ladies around are sore temptations – ripened fruits waiting to be plucked.  Girls are like a fruit salad and we, guys are never content with just tasting one of the variety. It is, therefore, little wonder that none of my relationships has lasted over three months, except for Bolade's. It has been a year and half, and we are still counting.   I remember the lady I dated just before I met Bolade. Her name was Evelyn, a Calabar beauty who had come to study in EKSU. Evelyn was an engineering student who lived in Divine Grace hostel, a stone throw away from my residence. We had met at the famous Mama Tee restaurant in the Faculty of…
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  (Read A Chat with a Stranger (2) here) A Chat with a Stranger (3)  “So, what brings you to my path this…this…very day?’’ she asked, stammering. “I’m sure you know my husband?’’ I replied, indifferently. “Taiwo?” she asked. I felt like slapping the b*tch. No, it’s Kehinde. What a question! (I was boiling inside of me). “No,” I said to myself. I wasn’t going to lose it; I’m a well-educated woman. No shouting, no cursing, no foul languages, right? I reassured myself. “Well, yes; he is my husband. And I know you two have been talking to each other and are close to each other. Closer you are to him than his wife….” “Mrs Adams!” she interjected. “Just call me Bimbo,” I snarled. Hypocrite. Who is Mrs Adams between the two of us? (At times, I wish I could just bare my mind the way it was). “Okay then, Bimbo,” she responded, with a tint of sarcasm. “I am sorry about the rift between you and Taiwo. The truth is…” she paused and then continued. “If I might save…
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Operation Search! (Read Episode 7 here) "Last night was horrible," Bolade said, her eyes filled with tales that wanted to be told. I didn't know what happened to her the previous day. I have been quite consumed with medical textbooks of recent, without ample time to give her the attention every lady craves. So, to make up for that shortcoming, I sat down, eyes focused on her, willing to hear her out, no matter how long it would take.   Bolade lives in an apartment in School Gate - that infamous area purported to be the capital territory of cultists. I had long suggested that she relocates and seeks a comfortable room in Satellite Phase 2 where I reside, so she could sleep with her two eyes closed without fear, but she would not see my point. She had felt I had been making that suggestion, more out of selfishness to have her closer to me than any consideration for her safety. Last night, she had a rethink, having witnessed enough to believe that I might be right after all.…
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  (Read Episode 6 here) This Life Sha! Secluded from other faculties in Ekiti State University, the College of Medicine is a community on its own. Being the newest faculty in the institution, it boasts of modern structures and architectural designs that make it the envy of others. Very often, things happen in the College of Medicine that other faculties never get to hear of. But two months ago, an incident occured that the entire university community could not pretend to be unaware of.  Medical Biochemistry tests are one of those hurdles a student cannot be sure to overcome. No matter how hard you read, there is always an emptiness that nags at you, belittling how well you can recollect those things you have read and magnifying those topics you find somewhat clumsy. So, we were glad when we heard Medical Biochemistry in-course had been postponed. At least one would have more time to go through one or two topics that one could not study in toto earlier. But before we knew it, the newly scheduled day for the postponed…
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    (Read A Chat with a Stranger (1) here) A Chat with a Stranger (2) I’ve tried talking to Taiwo several times but nothing has changed. He wouldn’t listen well to me. “I’ve heard,” that’s all he says, but nothing changes. My God, what have I done? Is it a crime or worse still a curse, to get married?             One other night, I heard his phone ring from upstairs. Curiosity led me out of the room…. I was actually eavesdropping. I heard Taiwo talking to someone. The same Shola I guessed and I was breathless when he told her: “What else does she want me to do? It’s been on that way ever since before we got married…and even after marriage, the same still went on…. My God, I will rather be guilty of an offence I committed than being blindly accused of one I don’t even know anything about.” Am I dreaming…Is Taiwo discussing our matrimonial issues outside our house? It sure sounded like that. I kept listening…. “Shola, make sure you drop those files with Rex…
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A Chat with a Stranger (1) I’ve heard so many stories about the cruelty of men towards their wives. Some I have seen in the home videos: well, they are mostly a reflection of what goes on in reality.   It was barely three years into our marriage. Taiwo and I were what everyone would call a perfect match. Taiwo was six feet, dark, well built; he had darkened pupils and I could say without exaggeration, the dream of every woman (well pardon me if I just exaggerated). Before marriage, almost every girl that came across him had wanted to have a piece of him.   I remembered vividly one time we had a long quarrel. One of my close girl friends, one I had called “close,” was going after my man! Even now that he is married, with a band on, I still notice how some girls flaunt themselves before him.   We had addressed that problem before we got married. He often assured me that everything he ever needed in a woman, he already found in me. I…
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