The Muffled Voice Of A Professor!!

Dr. Jarlath Uche Opara Jarlathuche@gmail.com

“No one denies that the immediate family of a victim of robbery feels the pangs of dispossession more keenly than others.

I miss the above voice in the arena of public discourse . The contruction of words and their weaving in a very unique manner as above, missing obviously at the arena. Not always this quiet, not when there is a matter of public interest on the National table, a matter that speaks lies on the integrity of history which he was involved in , championed and even lampooned for. A matter generating fire and brimstone, causing frayed nerves, instigating law suit , yet the vocal and irrepressable fine voice of the Professor remains hushed and muffled.

What happened to our Pofesssor? What happened to the artistry of his spoken words and the fine unique ways he styles and weaves his words around burning issues? We all missed that. What happened to him? Sick, gaged or swallowed some sweet pills that would make it impossible to rise and speak against this obvious obnoxious and well calculated lies and distortion of facts , truth and events?

Speak oh Professor! Speak our wordsmith of fine cadence. Speak the Prof that uses words like a wood to construct amazing artwork of global standard. Speak! Just a word on this burning issue of National interest. Many rose and roared against such a disservice to history. Many threatened to sue and prosecute the master of treachery whose act of dribbling is legendary. Why are you mute and less concerned oh Prof!! Stand and be counted as usual.

So unmoved by the noise on the arena? The noise too inuadible for you to hear? The wind of disaffection on the manipulation of fact and truth not buffetting enough? The whirlwind of the sordid and barefaced distortion of truth not wheezling enough to draw your attention? Why keep mute? Why play deaf? Your silence is too loud for anyone not to hear. Why play the ostrich to something on its account lives were lost, persons harrassed, imprisoned, right denied in a dehumanized manner? etc

Speak oh Prof. Speak the master of words and its creation. Speak! An elder does not stay in the house while goat gives birth tethered to a tree. Speak your voice can’t be muffled now and your vocal activism waning with a toothlesss bite.

What has happened to our Professor! Eaten a bait that has blocked his vocal cavity? Speak! Speak Prof!! Prosterity will certainly remember. How it will and the consequences therein not anybody’ choice.

He kept us for years in the dark, waiting for the dawn which his truth would herald. We all hungered for it. Like a deer that pines for a running water, we all hungered. He closed some eyes, led them into a room, promising to suprise us with the bitter truth, seated and hopeful, cutely dressed , looking dapper in an expensive garments. Their eyes opened after their huge and massive offering only to see something that is called “Nothing” in a selfish journey without a selfless service to the nation he raped for years . Scammed!!

It is that “Empty Something” pieced together by “De Tormentor” that the Professor sudenly developed speech deficience on and his power to wordsmith, weave them like an experienced craftman into a fine tepestry of scathing criticisms waned. “Empty Something”. Indeed!!

What happened to our Professor? No noise! no sound! Silence all around him.

One wonders! Was it what we have been waiting for years? This “Empty Something” or are we expecting another?