WHAT THE DERANGED PROFESSOR TOLD ME. THE SAGA OF THE LECHEROUS LECTURER

He said he was among the first batch of students who enrolled in the university. The days of principal Balme and professor kwapong. The old professor was deluded. Almost deranged. He sounds abnormally nostalgic and nauseatingly sadistic. Yet I was compelled to listen to the eminent man who has done a wonderful job for his country and at the same time plunged it into blood and mire. Ravished and dehumanized the very students he was entrusted to mould and shape and instill discipline, good morals and purity. I was compelled to listen to the old profligate, the very incarnation of the marquis de Sade. I was compelled to listen to the sexual pervert, the son of Epicurus, the kama sutra reader. for what he said was not mere vaunting effusions of a handicapped dotard nor was it an empty flute of nostalgic jabber of an old senile.

He said in a trembling voice Mephistophelian in tone. At that, time legon was flowing with milk and honey. It was the golden age of the premier university. One room for each student. A first class treat was its hallmark. I was in legon hall then. When the old professor revealed his identity as a former inmate of the premier hall, my interest in his dark revelations mounted. For I have heard much about the legon hall students. They are said to be hedonists of the wild stock. They have converted the place to a mini café, restaurant and a motel. They revel; engage in debauchery and wild sex. Despite the fact that most of the student there are intelligent and academically sound, the fanfare that encircles the place has far more dreadful and sinister repercussions for the few good students.

The lecherous lecturer continued. I was brilliant, I was good, I was a threat to most of the lecturers then. I engaged in all activities that has a tinge or aura of academics around it. I was a voracious reader. My playmates were the eminent scholars on campus, the professors. My undergraduate days were nothing short of glory. I was one of the most vociferous students ever, I had a passion for oratory and rhetoric, and could play on the emotions and sensibilities of students to act. But something terrible happened. That was to change my personality and psyche forever. I was lured by the opposite sex. I was enchanted by the beautiful maidens on campus. I couldn’t stand the well calculated coquettish smiles of the girls. And I became a prey. They devoured me. I couldn’t stand the temptations that was vaunted on me. I channeled my energy to that of winning tough and unyielding campus queens. Though I was able to have time for my books, my carnal lust for girls was insatiable, and after my masters and doctorate, the curse still pursued me. When I became a lecturer at the premier university, though respected and matured, I still could not control my abominable lust. Young fresh virgins who want to excel academically offered me the tempting apples and I awarded marks for sexual favors. For the past thirty one years, I have despoiled young virgins and married women alike. I couldn’t resist the temptations”. He paused and I was appalled. I felt nauseated. How such a respectable figure, an epitome of academic excellence could stoop so low and soil himself with such an unpardonable act. When he was talking to me, I realized that his numerous sexual escapades and manipulations on campus is haunting him. For he sounded like one who is penitent. I was intrigued. My instincts were troubled. How some one could learn all his lifetime and eventually channel the benefits to asking for sexual favors from young naïve university girls who also have the guts to approach their lecturers for such an evil deal. It is pathetic, how the revered hill of knowledge has been converted to a sex pub, sodomed and gomorised by clumsy lecturers - shameless conscienceless men. With such an altitude, how could our educational system improve? If young undergraduates could use a secret weapon between their thighs to pass through the labyrinth of the mighty university, then why waste time, money and paper, why not abolish the whole nonsense about writing exams to test students?

The deranged professor in his avaricious bid to satisfy his insatiable lust has awarded certificates to students who did not work for it. Even some girls not only get the devilish marks to pass through, but manages to persuade the perverts to award similar results to their fiancés turned brothers! Irony of ironies! They manage to manipulate the academic brains and outwit them. This is incredible. When a finger brings oil, it soil the rest. The few morally upright lecturers and workers of the premier university will come out with strategies to arrest the situation, try to salvage the deteriorating situation. Unbeknownst to them, the culprits, and the perpetrators of the vile deeds sits amongst them looking for a solution to the problems.