When I was in my first year at university, I experienced firsthand why you should never go to a guy’s place unarmed—both with common sense and a backup plan. This is a story I’ve told before and will continue to tell because many TASUED girls can relate, and almost every TASUED guy has probably tried something like this.
There was this guy I liked back then. He wasn’t my exact type, but in TASUED, you sometimes settle for what’s available. He was good-looking, tall, smart, and seemed like the kind of guy I could vibe with. I admired him from a distance until one day, I made the bold decision to declare my feelings publicly on my WhatsApp status. A mutual friend—who was also his friend—saw this and sent me his number, urging me to take action.
Naturally, I texted him. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, and while I didn’t outright tell him I liked him, anyone could tell through the chats that I had a thing for him. He was a 300-level student and even contesting for a leadership position at the time. Our chats became flirty, the usual early “talking stage” vibes, with one or two cheeky moments mixed in.
Then, it happened—the inevitable invitation.
“Come over to my place now,” he said. That’s how it always begins with TASUED guys. But the request that really threw me off was when he asked me to come to his place around 8:14 pm after the rain had just stopped. He promised that I could return the same day and that he would cover my bike fare. Imagine traveling through Ijagun in night when the roads are bad, and I’m staying in a school hostel at Ijele. A million red flags were waving in my mind, but still, for a brief moment, I was tempted to go.
However, thanks to the hostel security, who wouldn’t let me out at such an hour, I was saved from making a regrettable decision that night. He didn’t text me back for the rest of the evening, and that was that—until the next day.
We eventually fixed another day for me to visit. After spending some time with my god daddy on campus (yes, I had a god daddy in TASUED, and he’s one of the best people I’ve met), I went to see my so-called love interest. I arrived at his place around 5 pm.
Here’s the scene: I stopped at his hostel, called to let him know I was at the gate, and he waved at me from a balcony. He was dressed in a Lakers jersey and shorts, looking all nice. I was dressed up too—so much so that even my god daddy questioned my choice of outfit, warning me to be careful with TASUED guys as a fresher. Little did he know that trouble awaited me that evening.
He came down, held my hand, and led me into his room. The first thing that caught my attention? The colour of the light—blue. Then I noticed his bed, perfectly tidy, a TV setup without an actual TV, and the only chair in his room filled with books. If you’re a girl, you already know what that means: the bed is the only available seating option.
I sat on the bed, already regretting my decision. The conversation started off light—he asked me if I wanted anything to eat, bragging that he could pound yam for me if I wanted. I declined, telling him I’d already eaten at my god daddy’s place. He seemed weirdly jealous of my god daddy, making subtle remarks that hinted at a slight contempt.
And then, the real plan unfolded.
He mentioned that he had been watching a movie while waiting for me. I asked which movie, and he hesitated before mumbling something like, “365… something.” Instantly, I knew where this was heading. “Is it ‘365 Days’?” I asked. He grinned, confirming it.
At that moment, I knew I was in trouble.
Still, I told myself, “I’ve watched this movie before. I know exactly when the explicit scenes start. I’ll just leave before things get too heated.” But then, before I could blink, he fast-forwarded to one of the steamiest scenes. No one had to tell me—I knew I had to leave, and fast.
But the fear kicked in. My mind raced as I thought about what could happen next. As much as I pride myself on being smart, I had walked right into a dangerous situation. This wasn’t just a casual meet-up anymore. I texted my closest friend, Vick, who was like a big sister to me, explaining everything. She was furious but focused on getting me out of the situation.
Vick came up with a plan. She would call me, pretending to be a friend in distress, needing my immediate help. I had to act along with her. When the call came in, I put it on speaker. Vick started crying, pleading with me to come immediately.
I played my part: “Vick, what’s wrong? I’m coming now, just hold on!”
My love interest was taken aback. He tried to convince me to stay a bit longer, saying, “Your friend will sort herself out.” But I was firm, standing up with determination, explaining that I needed to leave urgently. His door, which had been locked, was finally opened.
I grabbed my slippers and ran like my life depended on it.
By the time I stopped running, I realized I was a bit lost, but I eventually found my way home. That night, I cried—cried over the fact that the first guy I liked in school didn’t see me beyond someone he could get with. I was just another girl to him.
But it made me question so much. Why does every “come over” have to be s#xual? Can’t a guy invite a girl over without it being about getting her into bed? Are TASUED girls supposed to be afraid of TASUED guys?
To all the girls out there, be careful. Don’t put yourself in bad situations, and may God protect us from the ones we can’t control.
Amen.
This was my little way of sharing a lesson that I hope others can learn from. Stay safe, girls.
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