CHUKS, THE DOER!
It was a regular Tuesday morning. Woke up late, missed breakfast and almost got caught missing assembly but like I said, a normal day. It wasn’t exactly my day. But then again at that period in my life, it never was.
As soon as the bell for short break rang, I raced to the toilet to relieve myself. Stepped into the place and the stench almost blew me out! Na wa for JS 2 girls oh. The place was smelling of old, dried, decayed, decomposed s***. Y'all know exactly what I'm talking about. Hello! All the toilets were full to the brim. Clearly the maggots had gone on strike. After all, they too get tired sometimes. Like how about a little water and soap to help us out here? Can't blame them!
Well-versed in the art of answering nature's call in unique places, girlfriend trotted off to the quad to look for open windows to fly in and do my thing. I know nobody ever ‘timberlized’ on the floor when they were in high school… Especially not my school girls... So how come there was always shit on the floor? Someone had to do it, right? Well, this girl is keeping it real! A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. Anyways, on getting there, there were no open windows. I went around to the other side to skip in through the T.D or Fine Art lab, no road... both labs were in use. So what was a girl really to do? By this time I was generally too pressed to think straight so I went back to the other side by the uncompleted building, looked both ways, all was clear! I squatted and did my thing.
Just as I was about to step off, I heard a noise. I swung around to see myself face-to-face with the gardener cum watchman cum general handyman - Chuks.
"I don catch you today" he said
"Oga, sorry please" I replied
"No! No sorry! Since wey the Principal and Matron dey complain. I must report you." he insisted.
"Oga biko, biko..." I pleaded.
"Follow me" he said and I followed like a goat to slaughter.
You should have seen me, I was so scared. Next thing I knew, we were in the middle of the uncompleted building.
"Oya" he said "pull down your pant (panties)."
What the f&*#??!!! I was shocked! Pull down my what? Hello? What was going on? This dirty old man that was approaching hundred opening his toothless mouth to ask a 12-year old to pull down her ‘pant’ in the middle of uncompleted building? What on earth for? Where was he even getting Viagra at the time, sef? Hmm, I don't know but that sure didn't make any sense. As I was thinking and doing my Einstein, the asswipe's hand was slowly going up my leg and I was still so scared and everything. I don’t remember being so intimidated and helpless in my life. I felt totally at the mercy of someone else. Suddenly his other hand started touching my flat chest and palming my not yet materialized breasts. That was when I did it. I had to do it. It was just something you had to do in that situation...
No- I didn’t stab him… I ran! Now, I realize that stabbing him wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. I ran for dear life. Short and plump, I ran. At that point, Carl Lewis had nothing on me. I ran all the way to my class and that was when I started crying. I was miserable. I wailed all day and all night for days. I was insecure, unhappy and I felt dirty...
Later that week, I started hearing other people's experiences and found out that his name was known- CHUKS, THE DOER.
Let me just reach that Nigeria again and catch him first. Bastard.
This is to all the sisters that have been sexually harassed at one point in time or another. You are not alone.
