Hi guys, my name is Caleb Ezubuike. A young Nigerian and a university lecturer.
I have a story to tell and i really would want you guys to learn something from it. Life is all about lessons and i wish to use my life story to send some messages across.
This is my story >>
Most African university graduates do dream of becoming a lecturer. We all know about the bright future of lecturers, the respect they controlled and the wealth that followed them.
Yea being a lecturer gives one the opportunity to get to the very top if he’s serious about it.
As a lecturer you have a clear path towards becoming a professor and it’s now left for you to work towards making it happen.
I was opportune to travel to Canada for my masters degree, immediately after my Nysc in 2006. I returned to Nigeria two years later and quickly married a family friend’s daughter whose father was equally the Dean of Education faculty in the university that employed me two months after my wedding. I had my life well planned out. I already knew what to do and what not to do in achieving my goals.
My parents were equally supportive and moderately wealthy. They supported me in everything.
Being the last child in the family of two girls, i was overly pampered by my parents and siblings, even after my marriage to Jessica who equally was a nurse in the state General hospital.
I soon started work as a lecturer with a strong spirit towards correcting all the wrongs in the university system. I swore to stand straight in my dealings with students. I swore never to compromise my dignity and be a good man respected by everyone but unfortunately it was easier said than done. Being a lecturer opened my eyes to the realities on ground. Politics and corruption was already well embedded in the university system that you either join in the show or look the other way. I was young and ambitious. The options before me was simply unimaginable.
Hmmmm, well at first i was forced to look the other way and face my classroom work, which i did with great zeal . I handled Bio 101, 102, 201, 202, 301, 354 & 402. It really wasn’t easy for me at all and to worsen my situation some of the senior lecturers i shared the courses with, left everything for me to handle alone and the number of students offering the courses were quite enormous.
But that wasn’t even the major problem. As soon as the first exam i was to participate as a lecturer arrived, more temptations poured in..
The first temptation was from final year student known as comfort. She was the first to tempt me.
How did it all happen??
To be continued