She Subbornly Refused To Pay For The Lecturer’s Bribe,what happened next..#story #folklore #movie – Ty

Many years ago in a federal university in Ben city where the lecture halls were always full and the toilets were never repaired, something happened that nobody expected. Not the lecturers, not the school management, not even the students who have been paying for something they’re not supposed to pay for for 11 years.

One fateful evening, Fake was in her room around 900 p.m. studying her economics notes when the course rep knocked. Fake opened the door and was surprised to see she then allowed him inside. She this is the girl’s host. What are you doing here by this time of the day? And who even allowed you in? She then told her to calm down. See I am here for something very important though and this is not something for me to start calling you on the phone.

I need to come and see you personally so that you will understand and see the importance of the reason why I came here for became very interested what happened. I hope I’m safe. She smiled. Of course you are but just for a while if you don’t do what I asked you to do. Do you know Dr. Obasiki’s course GST201? Mhm. I know about it.

Who doesn’t know about it? What about it? Fake asked she see you need to settle. You and few others are the only one left behind. And I can’t go to the man’s office just like that without you people. Settle. Settle as how now? Well, you need to pay 20,000 NRA direct to me and I need to go and present this money to him before the end of the week.

Today is Thursday and I need to send that money to him by Friday. 20,000 NRA for what? For passing now look at this one. Are you at the bot in this school or you don’t know what’s going on for stared at him for a while? She was still confused. She please calm down. You are making this whole matter very confusing. I will pass because I wrote the examination.

I read Do you know how many times I had to wake up in the middle of the night? Do you know the sacrifices I did? Huh? What do you mean pay him 20,000 NRA after all the sacrifices and all the stress I went through to read and write that exam? She good side. See I’m doing you a favor being here for l everybody pays third year fourth year final year freshers everybody who have ever passed that course has paid something if you do not pay I’m sorry that man is going to fail you and you’re going to repeat the semester he will make sure to frustrate

your life I doubt if you want to repeat any semester or make that man have you in his bad record. This is not about being the most intelligent girl. Find a way and bring in your money tomorrow morning. I am out of here. If you have any other question, maybe you should ask your roommate. She’ll be in a better position to explain to you who Dr. Obas is.

He does not play and the man is not someone to cross or mess around with. You’re on your own. No. If I don’t see you around with your money, I am going to his office direct. Go and submit the ones I have. Have a nice day. And that was how she left leaving Fake very speechless. As for Fake sat on her chair, she looked at the economics books she was trying to read. She looked at her phone.

She looked at the door she had just walked out of. She was quiet for a long time. She then decided to call her mother. Meanwhile, Fala did not come from a very rich home. She lost her father at a very tender age and her mother took up the responsibility to train her and her only brother in school.

The mother sold tomato in the market just to sponsor her to school and that woman has been selling that tomato at the same spot for the past 15 years. Every morning she woke up very early. arrange her tomatoes. Whenever Fake Mei was around, she would also help her mother. But now that she’s in school, it was always the brother that helps the mother to go set up her small cur in the morning.

That evening after she left, Fakei called the mother to tell the mother what just happened because Fakei and her mother were really close and she doesn’t hide anything from her. Hence, she’s the one paying her school fees and everything. When Fake’s mother answered the call, she was so happy to hear her daughter’s voice.

My baby girl, how are you? How is school? I hope nobody’s stressing you. for lair was not happy. Mama, please I need to talk to you. It’s very important. The mother noticed the tone. She really sounded serious. I hope all is well, my daughter. I hope you did not commit any crime. Remember all the home training I gave you. But for Liur, mama, calm down.

Nothing is wrong with me. I did not commit any crime. But I have a little issue I want to tell you. And that was how fake downloaded the mother everything that happened few minutes ago before she go left her room. The mother shouted out of shock 20,000 naira. H but you told me you wrote so well in that course.

Then why is the man collecting money? Mama that’s just the problem. She is telling me that this is how things works here for the man and the man has a way of maneuvering things and it will be on my head if I do anything stupid. He gave me only from now till 10:00 a.m. in the morning and if he doesn’t see my 20,000 naira and that is it.

He will go and submit it without me. And he told me that everybody pays that if you don’t pay the man will definitely fail you whether you are intelligent or not. I’m just confused. I don’t want to pay that money. I suff the sleepless nights, the headaches, the sickness I got just from going for night class for that course. And now I need to pay 20,000 naira to pass.

Which means there was no need of me stressing myself putting all those effort in the first place. Mama, this does not feel right. I don’t like it. I work hard for everything I have in this life. You’ve always taught me that. But now he’s as safe after working hard. I’m throwing all those things away. But the mother was only concerned.

She does not want her daughter to fail any semester or repeat any. Well, for l I think you should pay. Eh, I’ll go and borrow money from our leader here in the market, the women leader. I’ll go and borrow the money from her. I will pay her small small before one week. I don’t pay her finish but I cannot count 20,000 NRA out of this my business and give you it’s not possible please I’ll go and borrow and I will send the money to you first thing in the morning but Fake refused mama I’m not going to pay don’t bother borrowing anything the mother begged her

on the phone but for assured her mother that everything will be fine that she won’t be paying for anything she cannot suffer at the end of the day and go and pay to pass it’s not possible Fake begged her mother not to borrow any money for her because she won’t be accepting it. That was how Fake ended the call.

She sat down on her table pressing her phone thinking so hard on how to solve this problem because it’s a very huge problem. That lecturer has been in that school for years. And she knows that the man is not someone to just double cross or do anything to bring him down. It will be so difficult. is very respected, so she has to be very smart and very careful about it.

As she was still thinking about what to do, her roommate came down from her bunk. She has been lying on her bed and she overheard everything that was going on. Her name was Simei and Simmyi was a finite year student. She has been in the school for many years and she knows how things run. Simi tapped for like what did you just tell your mother on the phone? You would do what? She laughed so loudly.

I pity you and I pity your poor mother. You didn’t come from a very rich family. If you came from a very rich family, I would have said, okay, you have an edge. Maybe when you try to do or maneuver some certain things, eh, some things will work out because your father is a third or your father is one big rich man in your community. Baby girl, if I were you as a final year student in this school, better gather money, go pay that 20k.

If not, I am sorry will be your name. See, there is one student like you in 2019, a student named Tamara. She refused to pay. She wanted to do Jbbor like you because she is very intelligent and the man failed her and also made sure that two more lecturers filled other courses that she did on the same semester.

She had to spend extra 2 years and she graduated 2 years late because one man decided to ruin her. Well, as for you that have made up your mind, I’m not saying you should pay, but listen carefully. I’m telling you what will happen. This man has been doing this for 11 years. He knows how to protect himself. He will not panic because once says no, I will expose you.

Huh? He will simply ensure that your academic life becomes very difficult. Fakina asked her, “Simmyi, what if I record our conversation?” Simei was just laughing, “And when you are done recording the conversation, what do you want to do with it? I will take it to the higher authority. We are playing with fire.” As you can see me here, I’m not a doll girl.

I’m a very sharp babe. I’m very intelligent. In fact, I am on top when it comes to grades in my department. Well, let me tell you something for I still paid. I avoided wala. If I were you, I will also avoid that wala too. Pay and pass. This fight is not for you. But fake refused. See me that was you.

But you see me, every penny I spent, every money I spent in this school, the food I eat, my mom suffer for it. Her sweat is on it and I will not dash one man money just because he feels he has the power. I will ruin him. I for l will be that man’s doom. I will not pay that money. My mother wants to go and borrow.

She wants to go and borrow. You don’t understand the hardship. Please I beg you don’t discourage me. And since I told you I record our conversation, I expect this our discussion to end here and I will not hear it from anybody outside. Please see me please see me immediately hands off. Me I don’t have time. You should know me. I always mind my business.

The discussion ends here and here it will end. You will not hear it outside. But but h please be very careful. law anyhow you want it do it if you need any moral support I am here and good luck to whatever you want to do that night for li made up her mind on what to do the next morning she went straight to Dr. Obasaki’s office.

When she was walking towards the office door, she saw that she had already submitted the money and the list of people that paid. She did not bother herself. She just walked straight inside and knocked. The man asked him to enter. Dr. Obaseki was seated smiling. He was a man who had been in that university for over 20 years. He does not look like a monster.

He looks like every other lecturer who thoughts. He’s always smiling in some certain things, frown at some and very angry at some. He always places his mood on a particular situation as it is. When Fake walked in, he looked at her from head to toe and then looked at his register. “What is your name, young woman?” “My name is Fake Adi.

” Fake replied 300 level hemoconomics. Dr. Obaseki looked at his register the same one that she brought few minutes ago. He glanced at it from the beginning to the end and didn’t see her name. Why is your name not on this contribution? Why didn’t you pay? Oh, okay. You came to pay personally to me. That’s good. That’s good. Sit down.

Give me your money. But Falke stood firm and said to him, “Sir, I came to tell you that I won’t be submitting anything. I won’t be paying you a dime.” The man’s expression changed immediately. He put down everything he was holding. “I beg your pardon,” he said, looking directly at Fake. Fake repeated herself. “Dr.

Obasi sir I said I will not be paying the settlement fee. I wrote the exam. I came to your lecture. I never missed any. I submitted every assignment sir. My performance should determine my grade not a payment. I worked hard to write that exam. Sleepless nights at the night class at at my host. the uncomfortable situation I’ve been just to make sure I pass that exam. Sir, I’m sorry. I cannot pay.

You will have to mark my script and give me exactly what I score. Dr. Obaseki leaned back on his chair and the man gave out a very loud laugh. He continued for a while, silently looking at Fake from head to toe. They kind of look like the audacity. This one is like you are new to this school.

He then finally said to Fake young woman, “Do you know how many students have passed through this course?” “I know.” Fake replied, “And how do you know how this institution works?” “Well, I’m still in a very good mood. And what I am saying to you is for your own good. Student like you who does not like cooperating with academic process here tend to find the process very uncooperative in return.

I don’t know if you understand what I mean. You will not like the consequences of your actions especially the nerve the audacity you had to stand in front of me to talk. Fake still stood her ground. Sir Dr. or obase what you are describing to me is a bribe. You are telling me that if I do not bribe you, I will fail a course that I genuinely studied for.

Is that what you’re saying, sir? Does it mean that effort that other student put in to make sure they pass the exam is not valid? That was when Dr. Obasi became very angry. Are you here to lecture me, young woman? Or you’re here to prove a point? Thank you for telling me your name, your department, and your code number.

Forget about every other thing. Even if you make that payment of 20,000 NRA, you spend extra 2 years in this school. Bet me you can’t walk inside my office and talk to me anyhow. And you expect me, an elderly man like me, to do what? sit down here and clap hands with you as your agemate or my colleague in this university.

You made a very terrible mistake coming to my office to come and lecture me. You should have asked questions but unfortunately is as if you didn’t. I am sorry but you will regret coming here to come and make traits. Fake still stood firm. She was not showing any sort of anger. She wasn’t showing that she was scared.

She still kept her cool and said to the lecturer, “I’ve already made my decision, sir. Thank you so much for your time. I won’t be paying and you will not fail me. You are going to give me my correct score.” Fakei wanted to leave, but she turned and said one more thing to the lecturer. Dr. Obasis, before I leave, I want to let you know that this conversation was recorded and it is not even me that was recording it.

If you want to struggle with my bag, you’re free. My phone is not here. The recording is transmitted through a call. Someone else has it. My next line of action, you might not like it. Have a nice day, sir. And that was how Fake walked out of the man’s office with a speed. She did not even turn back. She ran as her feet could carry her before the man would made a decision that would destroy her finally.

Whether she made the right decision of telling the man that she recorded their conversation, she doesn’t know. She just felt like she’s doing the right thing and she stepped out of Dr. Obaske’s office. Fel went straight to the student union office. Bellow was the student union’s president. He was a final year law student from Quir State.

When the young man saw her, he asked her what the problem was and Fake sat down immediately and started playing the recording. Bellow listened without interrupting. After the recording finished, he asked Fake to play it again and Fake played it again. The young man was speechless. He stood up and walked around his office and then came back to Fake and asked her, “Do you know how many years this has been going on?” 11 years.

From a reliable source, he has been doing this for at least 11 years. He has been in this school for over 20 years. That is what most students say. Do you actually know how many student that take GST 2011 every year? I don’t know. But it is compulsory course. Every 300 students in the university takes his course. The young man started laughing.

You know, he just came at the right time because I’ve been looking for a will to nail that man down. When I was doing his course, he didn’t fail me. I didn’t even pay a dime. He had no choice than to pass me. But he failed someone dear to me. It caused an very big issue. And this someone had to repeat two years.

In fact, it was very devastating. You know, I’m just like the happiest man on earth that this evidence came on my table. Now, there is something you should know for L. This man is no ordinary man. He has connections and he will be protected. A lot of people will stand by him and against you.

But if we go public and convince other student to come out and talk, I don’t think he has any winning case here with this evidenced with you. But the main question I want to ask you is, are you ready for what comes after this? If you fail to win, this man will make your life a living hell. Like very difficult. I’m not sure if you will ever graduate.

The consequences they are very bad. But if you win, you will save yourself and so many other students from my practice. Fake was quiet for a while and then agreed. I’m ready. I can’t back out now. I’ve already started. Dr. Bas have already told me that even if I pay the 20,000 NRA, he will still pay me and he will make sure I spend extra 2 years writing his course.

So please I will take the risk. Immediately Bellow took the evidence and send it out in most of the groups of student that have passed out in that university. He told them that another student is being intimidated by Dr. Obasiki and he needed help. He want to present this evidence to the panel, the school panel so that they will judge this matter.

But he needs help. after tweeting that he posted it on Facebook, Instagram, all his social media handle and in less than 24 hours people who had schooled in that same university were really backing up for loun to make sure the day of the panel they dates go that he should publicize it so that people would come and sit down and see how the university would judge matter.

If they want to do any sort of bribe or side with him, they will make sure the person suffer. A lot of people who have passed out that are doing well have connections. Everybody was really invested in that matter. That was when BO and Fake went straight to the Senate of the school. They went there and they presented their case.

They gave them debt for the hearing and they also sent out an email to Dr. Basiki on the issue. When he saw that, he was laughing and smiling. He vowed that Fake will not even graduate anymore. He will make sure that her life becomes miserable. 2 weeks later, the panel date was set and that fateful day. Fake was so scared.

She does not know whether she was doing the right thing. But in her head, she felt God will be with her. She had prayed that morning, fasted to make sure that God was with her and nothing would happened and nothing will go wrong and she will win that case. That faithful day she came early and she sat down.

Other people were coming in one after the other. The panel only asked Belu and Fake to present five students whether still studying or graduated that has evidence that this man collected 20,000 naira from them just to pass them including the evidence that Fake had of Dr. Obasi threatening her and making sure that she would not graduate according to him.

That day fake was blew up with the love because of our courage. More than five people came out to testify and they were no ordinary people. somewhere people who came down all the way from UK, Canada to make sure the man goes down because he really frustrated a lot of people during their final year in the university including one that spent extra 5 years carrying over his course just because he wanted to wicked him.

After so many evidence against him, Dr. But basic connection could not save him because people came, students were trooping outside the panel door. Everybody wanted to know what the university wanted to do. Unfortunately for Dr. Basaki, he was suspended because the evidence against him was alarming. He never expected students from years back to come back to come and haunt him.

His name was removed from the department board and his course GST 2011 was reassigned to another lecturer and that was how Fake passed her exams. She passed and she got a B. When she came back, Simei hawkked her and was so proud of her. People celebrated her and called her the courageous and nononsense girl.

And here is what the story wants you to know today. Corruption survives not because the people who do it are strong. It survives because people who know about it are silent. Every person who paid and said nothing about Dr. Basiki’s cause, they were the ones that contributed to the corruption. But Fake choose differently.

If you find yourself in a situation where you feel cheated and know that something is wrong, speak up and don’t be silent and continue the corruption. Kindly share with me what you learned about this story. And don’t forget to share this story to your loved ones, your friends and give it a very big thumbs up to reach others.

I will see you on the next one. Bye.

The Girl Who Ended a Decade of Academic Extortion: Faleiri’s Fight for Justice

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In the sprawling academic environment of a federal university in Benin City, where lecture halls were constantly overcrowded and basic amenities were a luxury, a silent, corrosive system had been festering for over a decade. It was an unspoken, yet universally understood, rule of the campus: you did not just study to pass; you paid. For eleven long years, students had been conditioned to accept that their academic success was a commodity to be purchased, their grades held hostage by a cadre of corrupt individuals who operated with near-total impunity. But in this landscape of fear and forced compliance, the status quo was about to be shattered by a young, determined student named Faleiri.

Faleiri was not an heiress or a child of privilege. She was a woman of humble beginnings, shaped by the tireless sacrifice of a mother who had spent fifteen years selling tomatoes at the same market stall just to ensure her daughter and son could receive the education she never had. Faleiri understood the weight of every naira, the physical toll of her mother’s labor, and the sanctity of the effort she put into her own studies. She was a woman who valued the integrity of hard work, a principle that would soon put her on a collision course with the most powerful—and corrupt—figure in her department.

The conflict began on a seemingly ordinary Thursday evening. Faleiri was tucked away in her hostel room at 9:00 p.m., deep in the study of her economics notes, when her course representative knocked. What followed was a standard, predatory interaction that had become the norm in the department. The representative, tasked with collecting “settlement fees” on behalf of Dr. Obasiki, a senior lecturer overseeing the mandatory GST 201 course, delivered the ultimatum: pay 20,000 naira by the following day, or fail the course [01:52].

For most students, this was just the cost of doing business. But for Faleiri, it was an insult to the sleepless nights, the grueling study sessions, and the sacrifices her mother made every single day. She refused. Her refusal was not just an act of defiance; it was a rejection of the normalization of corruption. When she called her mother to recount the incident, her mother, desperate to protect her daughter from the academic ruin that the lecturer promised, offered to borrow the money from her market colleagues. Faleiri stopped her. She knew that if she paid this bribe, she would be validating the very system that sought to exploit her [07:43].

Faleiri’s roommate, Simei, a long-term student who had seen countless classmates broken by the system, warned her of the consequences. She cited the tragic story of Tamara, a brilliant student from 2019 who had refused to pay and was subsequently failed in not just the economics course but several others, leading to a two-year delay in her graduation. Simei’s warning was clear: Dr. Obasiki was not a man to be trifled with. He was a veteran of twenty years, a figure of respect who knew exactly how to make a student’s life a living hell without leaving a trace of accountability [09:44].

Yet, Faleiri was immovable. She understood the peril, but she felt a profound responsibility to her own integrity and the sweat of her mother’s brow. Armed with the silent support of a recording device, she walked into Dr. Obasiki’s office on the following morning, ready to face the architect of her potential downfall.

The encounter was chilling in its ordinariness. Dr. Obasiki, a man who had mastered the art of smiling while delivering threats, questioned why Faleiri’s name was not on the list of contributors. When she firmly refused to pay, citing the fact that she had read and written the exam, he abandoned the pretense of politeness. He mocked her, warned her that she was “new” to the school, and explicitly threatened that she would spend an extra two years in the university if she didn’t cooperate. It was a classic display of power, an assertion of dominance designed to crush a young woman’s spirit. But Faleiri, though undoubtedly terrified, held her ground. She closed the conversation with a revelation that would leave the lecturer speechless: she informed him that their entire exchange had been recorded [18:02].

The immediate aftermath was a flurry of strategic action. Faleiri sought out Bellow, the president of the Student Union, who had been waiting for a reason to expose Dr. Obasiki. Upon hearing the recording, Bellow realized this was the evidence that could finally break the cycle. They didn’t just plan a private meeting; they launched a grassroots campaign. By leveraging social media, Bellow and Faleiri reached out to hundreds of alumni who had suffered under the lecturer’s reign. The response was overwhelming; individuals flew back from the United Kingdom and Canada, determined to ensure the man who had derailed their own academic lives finally faced justice [22:44].

When the day of the hearing arrived, the university administration was forced to confront an unprecedented wave of public scrutiny. The evidence was not just Faleiri’s recording; it was a parade of testimonies from years past. Dr. Obasiki, whose connections had protected him for over a decade, found those same connections impotent against the sheer weight of a collective uprising. The evidence against him was deemed “alarming,” and the university, pressured by the presence of students and graduates, suspended him from the department [25:07].

Faleiri’s victory was a triumph for more than just her own grade; it was a victory for the principle of accountability. She passed her course with a B, but the true grade was the impact she left on the campus. Her actions demonstrated that the silence of the majority is the fuel for the corruption of the few.

The story of Faleiri serves as a vital reminder that institutional decay often persists because people are conditioned to believe they are powerless against it. Corruption does not survive because the perpetrators are strong; it survives because the victims remain silent. By stepping forward, Faleiri didn’t just save herself; she created a blueprint for how a collective effort, fueled by courage and fueled by the truth, can dismantle a culture of extortion. Her story is a testament to the resilience of those who refuse to let the hard work of their loved ones be tainted by the greed of those in power. In the final analysis, she proved that while a corrupt man may think he holds the future in his hands, the power of a single individual’s integrity is often enough to reshape the landscape entirely.