LETTER TO DEAR EX PROFESSOR.
I hope this letter finds you in the best of moods that you may
acquaint yourself with every word and
emotion engraved in it and not trash it in the expensive bin the way you have
always done to my blurred ambition. I won’t beat around the bush just as
you don’t, and so through this ink I face you without a full stop of fear
because now is now as there is never another chance to tell the truth.
First I want to let you know I’m much and much more
disappointed with you beyond measure or any other form of calibration or degree
than the way you were disappointed with my Afro kinky hairstyle when I met you
in the lift going out for lunch in a swanky hotel somewhere in town I guess.
Hey pretty professor you still judge people
by their looks? Oh damn… Is it your ego or doctorate trying to
disapprove the old adage “DO NOT JUDGE A
BOOK BY ITS COVER”? Well I have no
degree of my own I guess that’s what makes you see me as a senseless walking creature.
But as I stroll on these pitiless streets I wanna let you know that am a mad soul so when you see me in the
rugged t-shirt and short washy jeans please spare me your judgement and mind
your business if at all you have any,
You leave lots of
questions roaming my head like the wandering space rocks and I wish you were
here to answer them like those tough exams that you used to subject us to in
order to “determine our destiny”. I
hope you haven’t forgotten you used to appear thrice or so the whole semester.
You remember how we used to look for you for weeks just to submit our research
work that you had less time to guide us through it? Have you forgotten all the
times we scheduled to meet you professor and at the last minute you would put
us off for other important businesses? Ooh the turkey games … no I understand
you were and are always committed, a person of your rank you must be. Finally
almost the last day of the semester we got you. And here you were your majesty,
sometimes dozing off amid the presentations, barely two lines into it. Lucky
are those whom you made it through the introduction and here you are awarding
us “what we truly deserve”. Anyway I
might be wrong judging your slumber, maybe you were just consulting the gods
about our presentations. However I wanna know if you are a teacher or a judge.
All this time as your student I have been still and few of
verbal words partly because of your “power”
but most importantly because I was
learning, teaching myself what you elite doctors never taught me. Learning needs
a favourable environment so I had to create the stillness in the turmoil your
system had created all along. As a miserable creator and artiste I needed order
for in it all creation is borne forth. A turmoil you lest know of as you
revolve in your big leather seat feeling the pleasures of life. Reaping your
sweat right? Maybe... I have nothing against your pleasures but I wonder
what’s this itching you about mine? Being in that comfy chair does not make you
God but a servant, however I have seen it derail you from humanity or is it the
usual prestigious feminine ego gnawing
on you?
The infinite times I have stepped in your office to be
honest have not changed me or added value to what I have been searching for in
your institution rather they have dampened me and tripled my sorrows please
don’t be blinded by the humility I wear
on my face. You have turned me into a rebel , a sidelined hardcore and I hope
you can see the nails in my flesh and the tetanus on my open wounds as I write this and the blood on
my lips as I smiled out of your fancy office then. Where is the help I have
been searching for all this years? Is it the lectures about my hair, shoes and
socks? No that’s not what I came for dear ex professor. Maybe am just a
repressed fashionista. However I came to study and get that degree because the gods of conformity said I wouldn’t make
it in life without one. Oh! Really?
Is that where the
world has reached? Where human beings can determine another’s destiny? Tell
me because I have no doctorate maybe if I had one I would know. You are the
righteous one with your descent suit and expensive weave. Now I wonder what
does the world hold of us with kinky long hair? If I may ask do suits, ties and well kempt hair reflect ethics and
morals?
How many religious
leaders in suits, well trimmed hair and long pointed leather shoes and suits
have we heard of devour their loyal sheep? How many legislators in imported Italian
suits and other classic designer wear have robbed us of our taxes? And used
their power to have the poor mortal protesting for their rights sent to meet
their maker before their due appointment? I’m yet to see a president with a
piercing or a tattoo but how many do we know of who have molested their
servants? Should I step in your shoes and judge them for all the atrocities
they have committed? No they are just too many to mention as humanity is what
they lest know of. I am not God so I leave their deeds to Him.
However madam professor with your DOCTORATE I would like to
know or see with my blind eyes of the contributions to humanity you have made
so far. I am yet to HEAR YOUR VOICE when
CORRUPTION and ETHNICITY is burning this nation and much more that I can’t spew
out now. Where are you when your campus girls are dropping their lingerie
down for their grades to be raised up and your “sane decently dressed” lecturers are receiving handouts in exchange for grades. Is this the
sanity you expect me to conform to and brag around to be an alumni of? Is this
what you expect me to carry around in the name of your institution? I am never
ever going to conform to any of what these “righteous” men have passed into my
system. I am not here to hoodwink
society or other breathing creatures I will tell it as it is. I will paint
the picture I saw not that which you think or tell me. However I will forever
remember the few insane teachers who stood by their word and not by that of
society’s. A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the
crowd and be sure this I what I am doing. Henrik Ibsen said a true man is he
who stands alone
How you see the chip
in my eye with the log in yours still is a puzzle to the meek soul. My
struggles and pain you don’t know yet still you have the guts to tell me what
to put on, what kind of teacher doesn’t understand the mental struggles of
their students? Stop judging and start
thinking you could see the Aristotle or Plato in me for what is under my grey
and white matter may not be on my skin. These clothes are only here to hide our
shame and it is not my mistake that we are ashamed of our bodies, that Eve and
Adam know. So we are hiding our sin in clean decent wear pretending we are perfect. No we are not, we
are the same foolish human beings thinking we are above others because of our
WEALTH, CLOTHES and TITLES we hold. Read a book, stop judging it by the cover.
THE WHITE SUIT AND TIE LIE AM TOO POOR TO BUY. Poor are us the non conformity gods, not religion,
politics or norm core, if God was fair he should have created a world for us
but till then we create one for ourselves. Bye for now & peace till then .
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