Hello Mr Fixer,
My name is David and I am a 20-year-old student of Makerere University. I recently experienced something very traumatizing: something that has terribly destroyed my peace of mind; not because I am so emotionally weak, but because everyone I explain my story to just laughs at me. So I have decided to share with you the story of how my girlfriend’s roommate almost raped me, so that I get some advice from the Campus Bee readers, on whether I should tell my girlfriend or not.
Apologies, I won’t mention real names because of what’s at stake. I wouldn’t like to lose my girlfriend, and neither do I wish for a conflict between her and her roommate. So I will use the name Carol in the place of my girlfriend’s name, and Daisy in place of her roommate’s.
While I was having lunch with some friends in the Mary Stuart Hall Cafeteria, my girlfriend’s roommate suddenly appeared. I noticed that my friends were moved by her dress code – a pink body-hugging hotdress and a blue blazbody. Of course I was glad to be greeted by her, but she was asking me to go up to their room with her, which is over six floors from where we were.
“Sorry Daisy, I cannot leave my friends here. And also I can’t take this plate with me.” I explained to her.
“Nawe don’t mind.” She said, pretending not to notice the presence of my friends.
“Your friends will understand; Carol needs to see you. And about the plate, I will bring it back down.” She insisted.
“But I just talked to Carol a couple of minutes ago, what is that emergency that she didn’t remember to tell me about?” I wondered.
“Ah! Also you David. Okay lemme eat from here with you then we shall go up together.” She pulled a chair from the adjacent table, put it close to me and made herself comfortable. We ate as she accused me of hating my girlfriend’s ‘sisters’.
After I was done with my food, she noticed and suddenly seemed to have had lost her own appetite.
“Let’s get climbing; you know how much of a bully these Box stairs can be when the food begins digesting.” She said, while gently pulling me off the chair by the hand.
We climbed the tiresome stairs of the tall ‘Box’ to my girlfriend’s room, but no one was there.
“How comes Carol isn’t here?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. She just went for a discussion; she will be back soon.”
Perplexed, I said to her, “But you told me she wanted to see me.”
She looked at me with an eye of contempt while she looked down on my intelligence, “I can’t believe you are this slow, David. Just relax and take a seat here.” She tapped softly on her bed.
At this point I had started getting suspicious, but it was courteous that I took the seat, so I did. But then, she put off her blazer threw it on the bed and put her hands around me. This is when I noticed the bigness of her chest, the cleavage was more revealed than a usual cleavage.
“Please… Please… Please stop! Daisy stop!” It was unfair that she was intentionally manipulating my brain – taking advantage of me.
“Alright.” She said. “Let me just sit next to you.”
She sat seductively, pulling her short skirt further up, so that I could see her undergaments.
“Stop it. And I am very serious, Daisy. Carol must know about this.” I said this while I pushed her away, and stood up heading for the door.
“Mommy!” She screamed. “I am going to shout that you are raping me, let’s see whose story will be believed. Carol will just dump you if you ever mention this. I swear I am going to shout if you try opening that door.” She warned.
Confused, I didn’t know what to do next. She came closer, while slowly sliding her dress off her body.
“I told you don’t move.” She stressed. “I even wonder what you see in Daisy. I am way better than her in every aspect. Don’t hide your eyes. Look at these boobs. Look at these curves. Don’t hide your eyes.”
She pulled my right hand and pressed it onto her chest, then forced her hand into my trousers. At this point I couldn’t take it anymore, I stopped being scared by her threats of screaming. I had to just open the door and run away.
So I ask you dear readers. Should I tell my girlfriend about all this?
Dear David, I am very sorry that you were traumatized, but as a man your hormones, genes and whatnot will get you through this.
You should also know that girls these days are capable of anything that any man is capable of, so don’t be scared when this ever happens again.
What happened between you and Daisy should have remained a secret especially from your friends because truth be told, all they can do is laugh.
I am sincerely proud that you didn’t make use of your anaconda because you know what cheating does to ladies.
Thank you for being in the side of the gentlemen that don’t cheat. Forgive Daisy, for Carol’s sake.
