frankydon
Jun 28, 2009, 08:56 AM
Hope u find this less criticized like Cupid blindness.Ur views are needed.
SICK DOCTORS IN THE CITADEL OF LEARNING
The monstrous assault on our society by certain, if not almost all acclaimed physician guru today is appalling.. The arsenal and reservoir of charlatan in an ever increasing number in our milieu today is completely over whelming because those that should be looked upon are now ceremoniously clad with intellectual anaemia, menstruation, and mockery .
One might begin to ponder what this is all about. Specifically a doctor in academics with various aesthetic appellations: lecturer; don; professor and other polymorphous identity are nothing to write home about with the trend of increased intellectual malady. Surprisingly enough, they know that their road is in a bend.
All the tales about the multifarious misdeed of lecturers, which have enjoyed great circulation, seem likely to be full of veracity. Not until you really become a victim of emotional laceration, you will never know how it hurts even when somebody snuggles you with canister and barrage of tears. You may try your own bits of consolation; it will remain a limited version of the real experience.
This time, I personally fell a victim after eating from the cake produced with the recipe of wickedness. It happened on one faithful Saturday morning that a friend of mine in a sister department (Accounting) and I (Dept. of Banking and Finance) engaged in a productive confabulation on how to better our lives especially after graduating from the citadel of learning. The epicenter of our confabulation was on the arsenic disposition of lecturers that were deliberately bent on failing non-compromising students. This is a leviathan stress to surmount, but it must if we must have a good graduating result/certificate. This friend of mine suddenly turned blue. I wondered why he suddenly became pale and not before long he opened up and narrated his ordeal. He pointed at a lecturer's office, asking if I knew the lecturer. I said, "I don't". He then tried to describe the lecturer; the things he said about him were really disgraceful. He particularly said that the lecturer had once taken them a business course with a majestic half-hearted teaching, wining and dining in the euphoria of exalted insipience through chatters and clattery, bragging as an "untouchable" even when faced with the very authority that gave him his job. This really looked unpleasant to me. I remembered being told that if they (the students) did not buy his skeletal book (a book usually pegged with an assessment sheet representing test exercise) and play the reigning game (the "Kparle" game), they were sure of collecting the honorary grade of an "E". In fact, my friend had an "E" on the said course. Since there was nothing he could do to better his lot, he fell for the "Kparle" game that finally earned him a "B" grade. I asked preening and realized he doled out "almighty" N4000 for the "B" grade. Other grade –price tag were: A grade – N5000, B grade- N4000; C grade -N3000; etc. still I did not completely believe it since that would be a dazzling atrocity from a lecturer, father, uncle and a brother.
The bare bones of my story came from the fact that the same lecturer was drafted to handle the same course in my department the next session. All my friend had revealed showed no variance. Since to be fore warned is to be fore armed, I bought his book and the assessment sheet that made the book compulsory. The examination came, I wrote well after periods of restless nights of reading because I feared failing or having an "E".
Something happened as I went to his office to submit the assessment sheet after the examination. I knocked and entered his office, behold! About three young looking nubile dressed in skimpy outfit. They immediately cringed for fear as if caught in a shady deal. Guess what! They were scattering numerous examination booklets and searching nimbly. The lecturer saw me, bluffed and asked what I wanted? I told him what I came for. He therefore directed me to his secretary, a partner in crime. I thought I did not hear right when the lecturer asked the girls if they had seen their own examination booklet? A newborn baby would know how those booklets would be treated! What a shame if there is no more shame!
It did not take this lecturer time to mark the course; results were out in no distant time. To my amazement, my result showed that I was not good enough for a "D" grade or "F" grade but for 44 marks that finally earned me an "E" grade. My jaw fell completely to the ground with devastation and cold chills ran down my spine accompanied with goose pimples especially when I found out that those with better grades were ladies and students having the same tribal belonging.
Since entering University till my current year, I have not had such an embarrassing result. For an ambitious student like me, an "E" grade should not be once mentioned among my results. Now I have to gnaw on how to improve on my performance because of one heartless lecturer.
I trod home that very day with tears popping out of my eyes as bitter as the biblical water of Marah. I currently lie in the hope that only God will see me through the remaining years I have to spend in a federal university that is bed ridden with the ghouls of destruction. They have made it but don't want others to survive. How long will the innocent continue to wallow in the mud of victimization? How long will those with integrity continue to face the avalanche of helpless situations? The roots of corruption and idolatry have taken its place; fruits are now borne; all eyes can see the backward progress of the Nigerian nation because the umbilical cord currently feeds the nations' embryo with the porridge of confusion, decadence, covetousness, victimization, depravity and wickedness.
Without doubt, the psyche of lecturers and academics display the calligraphy of a doctor ignorantia. If they are not lobotomized, the number of charlatan will cascade the economy with mockery. What a disease! If those taught by these are ejected into the society as leaders of tomorrow.
I have vowed not to soil my name because I know that someday, I may become a lecturer and wouldn't like the snout of different fingers pointing at me even when I finally mount any other public or private authority.
FRANCIS OMOAGHE IMUMBHON
SICK DOCTORS IN THE CITADEL OF LEARNING
The monstrous assault on our society by certain, if not almost all acclaimed physician guru today is appalling.. The arsenal and reservoir of charlatan in an ever increasing number in our milieu today is completely over whelming because those that should be looked upon are now ceremoniously clad with intellectual anaemia, menstruation, and mockery .
One might begin to ponder what this is all about. Specifically a doctor in academics with various aesthetic appellations: lecturer; don; professor and other polymorphous identity are nothing to write home about with the trend of increased intellectual malady. Surprisingly enough, they know that their road is in a bend.
All the tales about the multifarious misdeed of lecturers, which have enjoyed great circulation, seem likely to be full of veracity. Not until you really become a victim of emotional laceration, you will never know how it hurts even when somebody snuggles you with canister and barrage of tears. You may try your own bits of consolation; it will remain a limited version of the real experience.
This time, I personally fell a victim after eating from the cake produced with the recipe of wickedness. It happened on one faithful Saturday morning that a friend of mine in a sister department (Accounting) and I (Dept. of Banking and Finance) engaged in a productive confabulation on how to better our lives especially after graduating from the citadel of learning. The epicenter of our confabulation was on the arsenic disposition of lecturers that were deliberately bent on failing non-compromising students. This is a leviathan stress to surmount, but it must if we must have a good graduating result/certificate. This friend of mine suddenly turned blue. I wondered why he suddenly became pale and not before long he opened up and narrated his ordeal. He pointed at a lecturer's office, asking if I knew the lecturer. I said, "I don't". He then tried to describe the lecturer; the things he said about him were really disgraceful. He particularly said that the lecturer had once taken them a business course with a majestic half-hearted teaching, wining and dining in the euphoria of exalted insipience through chatters and clattery, bragging as an "untouchable" even when faced with the very authority that gave him his job. This really looked unpleasant to me. I remembered being told that if they (the students) did not buy his skeletal book (a book usually pegged with an assessment sheet representing test exercise) and play the reigning game (the "Kparle" game), they were sure of collecting the honorary grade of an "E". In fact, my friend had an "E" on the said course. Since there was nothing he could do to better his lot, he fell for the "Kparle" game that finally earned him a "B" grade. I asked preening and realized he doled out "almighty" N4000 for the "B" grade. Other grade –price tag were: A grade – N5000, B grade- N4000; C grade -N3000; etc. still I did not completely believe it since that would be a dazzling atrocity from a lecturer, father, uncle and a brother.
The bare bones of my story came from the fact that the same lecturer was drafted to handle the same course in my department the next session. All my friend had revealed showed no variance. Since to be fore warned is to be fore armed, I bought his book and the assessment sheet that made the book compulsory. The examination came, I wrote well after periods of restless nights of reading because I feared failing or having an "E".
Something happened as I went to his office to submit the assessment sheet after the examination. I knocked and entered his office, behold! About three young looking nubile dressed in skimpy outfit. They immediately cringed for fear as if caught in a shady deal. Guess what! They were scattering numerous examination booklets and searching nimbly. The lecturer saw me, bluffed and asked what I wanted? I told him what I came for. He therefore directed me to his secretary, a partner in crime. I thought I did not hear right when the lecturer asked the girls if they had seen their own examination booklet? A newborn baby would know how those booklets would be treated! What a shame if there is no more shame!
It did not take this lecturer time to mark the course; results were out in no distant time. To my amazement, my result showed that I was not good enough for a "D" grade or "F" grade but for 44 marks that finally earned me an "E" grade. My jaw fell completely to the ground with devastation and cold chills ran down my spine accompanied with goose pimples especially when I found out that those with better grades were ladies and students having the same tribal belonging.
Since entering University till my current year, I have not had such an embarrassing result. For an ambitious student like me, an "E" grade should not be once mentioned among my results. Now I have to gnaw on how to improve on my performance because of one heartless lecturer.
I trod home that very day with tears popping out of my eyes as bitter as the biblical water of Marah. I currently lie in the hope that only God will see me through the remaining years I have to spend in a federal university that is bed ridden with the ghouls of destruction. They have made it but don't want others to survive. How long will the innocent continue to wallow in the mud of victimization? How long will those with integrity continue to face the avalanche of helpless situations? The roots of corruption and idolatry have taken its place; fruits are now borne; all eyes can see the backward progress of the Nigerian nation because the umbilical cord currently feeds the nations' embryo with the porridge of confusion, decadence, covetousness, victimization, depravity and wickedness.
Without doubt, the psyche of lecturers and academics display the calligraphy of a doctor ignorantia. If they are not lobotomized, the number of charlatan will cascade the economy with mockery. What a disease! If those taught by these are ejected into the society as leaders of tomorrow.
I have vowed not to soil my name because I know that someday, I may become a lecturer and wouldn't like the snout of different fingers pointing at me even when I finally mount any other public or private authority.
FRANCIS OMOAGHE IMUMBHON