“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 presumptionthat
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 untilMr 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 creaturetenderly
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.
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