AS a postgraduate student, I teach GES courses (Use of English) at the University of Ibadan. Teaching, for me, transcends the academic knowledge I want to impart; my mission is to build lives, hence, I make extra effort to build relationships with some of my students.
Every semester, I have new sets of students to teach; this gives me the opportunity to build relationships with students across levels and departments. For every class I teach, there would be, at least, one special student I connect with outside the classroom.
So, sometime last year, I was walking down to the school gate and met one of my special students; he was standing under a tree having a chit-chat with another female student.
The young man called out to me, I stopped to exchange pleasantries and asked about his welfare.
In the process of exchanging pleasantries, a young man (obviously a student) came over, greeted my student, and stretched his hand to shake me.
I obliged and as he held my hand, he started flirting with me. He held onto my hand, turning it here and there; he asked for my name, using a voice reserved for such occasions, and I told him. Then, I stylishly disengaged my hand and bade them farewell.
As I walked away, the flirting student said something which I didn’t hear, but I heard the response of my student; he said, ‘Ah, she’s my lecturer o!’ And they both burst into riotous laughter.







