City Flame | 6 February 2007 06:39 CET


Want easy sex? Go to the campuses of Nigerian universities and polytechnics. From citadels of knowledge, the nation's tertiary institutions have become red-light districts, as female undergraduates sell their bodies

By Bamidele Johnson

Thirty minutes. That was how long it took two Lagos-based journalists to drink a bottle of beer each at an open-air bar in Calabar Museum, Calabar, capital of Cross River State. But it took them less than that to get the consent of two female undergraduates of the University of Calabar to keep them warm on their first night in the city. They had not seen the girls before, but it did not matter. The consent was secured on phone. Before then, as they drank, their eyes scanned the environment in the hope of finding girls that would warm their beds for the night. However, the frantic search was futile because the girls streaming in were either with men or waiting for them. The prospect looked very bleak. But in a flash, one of the journalists remembered that a friend in Lagos had told him fantastic stories about his visit to Calabar.

The friend, also a journalist, had limitless fun with girls during the four-day visit. He just may be of help, thought the man in Calabar. He reached for his mobile phone and called his friend in Lagos to announce that he was in Calabar and badly needed female company. “That is not a problem. Hang up, I will call back,” said the man in Lagos. Two minutes later, he called back, dictating a phone number. It was the number of one of the girls he'd slept with during his visit. He had spoken with the girl and she was expecting a call from the man in Calabar. “My name is John,” he told the girl, “and I got your number from my friend in Lagos. I am in Calabar with a friend and we would need company.” She got the message. The hardest part was over, as the girl asked where they were lodged and revealed where she was–the University of Calabar. The next stage was where to meet. Being unfamiliar with Calabar, the journalists relied on their phones. At that point, GSM seemed like an abbreviation of Global Sex Machine.

A meeting was fixed for an eatery. When the journalists got there, they called the number of the girl they had been speaking with and described what they were wearing. Two girls walked up to introduce themselves. The introduction continued over snacks. Minutes later, they were on their way to the hotel. “It cost us very little. We gave them N2000 each in the morning. They were happy and told us to call them again in the evening if we wanted,” recalled John. But there was no need. Having made friends with a male Calabar resident during the day, they secured a promise of similarly hassle-free sex for the next night. The resident, owner of a rich deposit of girls' phone numbers, gave two to John and his friend. As they did on the first day, they called the girls and had them for the night. The girls, like those before them, were University of Calabar students, studying Economics. John was impressed, both with the sex and the conduct of the girls. “They spoke good English, discussed budget and political issues comfortably, dressed well and carried condoms,” he told TheNEWS.

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