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Whatever Happened In Q1

I would have loved to start this letter as joyous as possible, but nothing is funny. I have been on an aggressive roller coaster the first quarter of the year, which also happens to be my 200-level first semester. P.S. It still hasn’t ended.

To describe my state of mind as tired or exhausted will be a great disservice to what I currently feel. I desperately want to have my two weeks' holiday.

Anyway, why are you here? To hear what happened to me.

That I shall begin to tell.

The last time I was heard from, I told you all of the weird guy that walked up to me after a club meeting to express how he felt aroused watching me write minutes during the meeting and how he wanted us to become friends with benefits, which I turned down.

Let us continue from there.

So I stopped attending the club meetings for some weeks; to be fair, I was ill on some meeting days. But truthfully, I still would not have gone if I hadn't. Eventually, they called me out on the group chat, and someone said I should pay a fine. Because I was not constantly checking the messages on the group, I only saw that message days later. I then asked for the club’s account details so I could pay my fine. It would seem as though the president and the fine suggester did not like my response, so the president said, "You are funny." I am very sure I am not a comedienne, so I struggled to understand what was funny.

Then the fine suggester said, “I also suggest she be removed from her office.” Please, don’t threaten me with a good time. I saw that suggestion as an opportunity to be relieved of my duty and sent the president a text seconding the suggestion. To my dismay, she refused, so I had to tell her the story of the weird boy and say that was the reason I stopped attending meetings.

She was very empathetic towards me and promised to take it up. Then she set up a panel and discussed with them (I have no idea what they discussed). She reached out to me after some days and said the panel decided that they needed evidence that the conversation happened before they did anything. I was taken aback, because just as I told you guys in the letter before this one, I had also made it known to her that the conversation happened from mouth to ear. It wasn’t via text that I will have screenshots or chat history to show. I am not a detective that is alert and expecting criminals to say stuff, so they always have a recorder.

Their suggestion was that I attend a meeting and wait for him to come back and manifest again; then I will record him or call public attention, and then they will have sufficient evidence to take up my case

. I found it quite weird but went along with their suggestion.

I just want to add that there was a very heavy sense of disbelief partly because of what the perpetrator looks like and partly because of his behaviour.

Anyway, I attended the next meeting, and this boy in question did not breathe in my direction.

I communicated the new development to the president and received silence as a response.

Everybody moved on from the case until one week when I fell terribly sick. I was taken to the hospital by my friend, and after sleeping for a whole day, I woke up in the afternoon of the next day and just remembered that I had not heard anything from these keeds about progress on my case.

I decided to then take matters into my own hands and talk about it publicly on my WhatsApp status.

Immediately I started posting about it, mentioning the guy’s name and the club’s name; my DMs became saturated with people. Someone was saying how I should not have mentioned the club’s name because of the bad impression; I should have spoken with the president before making the post, etc. At that point, I was not a bit bothered because genuinely, what is the worst that could happen?

I got called multiple times. I cannot confidently remember the discussions that happened on each of those calls, but in summary, one person promised to see to the end of the matter, another person was advising me on what route I should have taken instead, and two had the guts to call me late in the night when I was already sleeping and fighting a fever to tell me that the club’s staff adviser wanted to see me by 8pm the next day. The next day was a Saturday.

I communicated to the both of them that I was too ill to be leaving my house on a Saturday morning to go see their staff adviser. One shouted; the second one said, "He is a professor; he is a father. Just give him that respect.” I could not understand why the state of my health was not taken into consideration or why the only time this staff adviser was interested in seeing me was after I made a public post about my experience. I even went ahead to ask who the staff adviser wants to see, and the reply was “all BODs". I maintained that I was too ill to leave my house and went back to sleep.

The following day, I made another post on the actions of the people and got called again.

This time around, they had some news for me. They had brocoded him into admitting, and they will do something to him.

By this time, I had already left all groups of the club and told them to do whatever they wanted to do.

You would assume that that was the end (I did too); NO, it wasn’t.

On Monday, an unknown and unsaved number called me, saying he was a professor at my school and that he wanted to see me. He asked if I knew who he was, to which I said no. Then he introduced himself as the club’s staff adviser.

DRUMROLLS, GUYS!

He asked what day I will be writing my last exam, which I told him. He said he will look for me that day. The day is yet to come, so I have nothing more to say.

See you in the next letter.