Men!

First, I recognized that they were so easy to get, especially men who had their eyes out there on fresh blood like me. So, to hunt down the animals, I had to be one like them but only smarter.

Over the years, I believed I had mastered the art of seduction—what it entailed to be a seductress and pull men to do my bidding.

Furthermore, it dawned on me that the only way I could get men to do what I wanted and give me what I wanted was to submit to them.

Submission was all I knew after all, so it wasn’t going to be hard. This road looked too easy for me to win. I imagined that I would submit to their desires to get my desires and submit to their demands to get anything.

I considered men cheap because all they ever did was lust after women like me. Besides, it didn't take anything for me to impress them, so that was all I needed to do... impress.

In my 300 level, I had managed to get a course mate to live with. I wouldn’t regard her as a friend because she was two-faced, but she was useful to me nonetheless.

“You can start contributing when you start making your money, but don’t take too long,” Ada said to me one day. “Rent will soon increase and so will NEPA, so be fast o.”

I just knew that was what I needed to do… be fast!

It was Friday, and I was exhausted. The class was hectic, and I had just submitted my weekend project to the lecturer.

Mr. Abdul was a promiscuous lecturer. This man has bothered me so much since my second year and hardly takes NO for an answer. I recall him telling me that he would ensure that he "fucked me so hard until he shifts my womb”; those were his exact words.

He was such a disgusting man.

“So, you don’t want to consider my offer, Miss? Are you sure I’ll let you go off so easily?” He said to me that afternoon during my submission.

“Mr. Abdul, you’re my lecturer, and you’re talking inappropriately to me; I don’t like it, sir.”

“And so? Are you going to report me?”

I looked at him coldly.

“So why won’t you?” He said it like he had read my mind. “I know why; it’s because you want this too.” He chuckled.

“Want what? I don’t know what you’re talking about," I rejected.

“Oh come on. Why are you always acting too serious and formal around me? Be free. I mean, it’s not like you’re a virgin or anything, so what’s the difference? Give me the chance to prove myself to you, and you won’t regret it.”

I stood there dumbfounded and feeling ashamed on his behalf. Unable to speak further on the issue, I bid him my farewell.

“Have a good day, sir.”

What an animal! I thought. A shameless piece of shit!