Boundless Lust

A confluence of trees were sprouting luxuriantly in this African Savanah.The flowers were blooming.They seemed to be celebrating as they waved and clapped in victory.These trees and their flowers were enjoying the abundance that nature provided.The swamps fed them and the sun nursed them.Fat roots vegetated riotously.The Forest! Monkeys were hopping playfully from trees to trees like unclad school children playing in the moonlight.Among these human cousins one stood out in notoriety.He would pluck a cocoa pod, take a munch and throw it at any membeplessly. He was groaning.Others filed down from the trees like student- doctors on the trail of a bald-headed consultant.A sorry state, if you say so.The fauna of the forest! A colony of bees nestled on the mountain humming loudly. Frequently, the soldiers would dart in with sweet-smelling flowers. The queen bee and the king lived in splendour enamoured by the servitude of the workers and soldiers who sweated endlessly to build this colony and establish a hegemony of comfort. Snakes especially the cobra slithered about silently. They rustled the dry leaves and scared other animals. The monkeys were scared dead, scampering from one tree to another.This forest hardly received human visitors. It was far into the forbidden forest reputed to harbour ghosts and demons. Lions and hyenas roamed freely. Elephants thumped about. Everyone was waiting for the human tenants who would soon join the train. 'Who will win the forthcoming election?' Two girls were strolling down to the cafeteria on a sunny afternoon. They needed to put something in their bellies after marathon lectures that lasted for hours. The fat one was rolling down in her pint-sized skirt. She was a campus journalist. She wrote for one of the campus rags. She was very political. 'You can tell from the campaign,' her friend responded. She was famished. She was not ready for any political talk ,not until she had stuffed her stomach with some rice and chicken, her favourite. And maybe some cold malt drinks. She was walking fast and her colleague had to catch up with her pace. They belonged to different departments.Kemi was studying Chemistry. She was the fashionista who always turned heads. She wouldn't mind sleeping with all the cute lecturers in her department.Unluckily for her, many of the lecturers were not lecherous. It's not easy to study Chemistry. She had laboured hard to keep her place in the faculty. Her GPA was very low in spite of the hard work she put in.The load was heavy. Chemistry was not really her forte. She would have settled for Biology, Zoology or Botany. She could draw very well. Chemicals and equations were not friendly to her.Her Chemistry teacher at Akeju Comprehensive College was a flippant personality. He was more interested in slaying his young students. Kemi was one of them.Her nakednesss had decorated Mr Okon's abbatoir many times. How did she then come to study Chemistry? Studying Chemistry was Mr Okon's idea.He got money from Kemi's parents, obtained and filled the Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination form after which he hired a brilliant undergraduate to help her to sit for the exam.On the day of the test, she dressed up and went with Akeem. Her presence was a detour. Only Akeem entered the hall. The invigilator just looked away.His palm had been rubbed with several naira. She passed! Her name decorated the admission list some months after. Kemi Animasahun was number twenty. In five years, she would obtain a bachelor of science degree in chemistry from the prestigious university .That was the dream that was now under threat by the seeming academic docility of a happy-going lustul teenager. Caught between swotting to get a good degree and enjoying herself , she chose the latter.