The Pus Of A Puff-Puff Professor

By Dr jarlat Uche opara

The pus stinks. The air fouled, making any reasonable person to ask why? What is your problem by the way? Why this display of hate and acrimony? Stabbing a brother in cold blood to gain what exactly ? The freindship of strangers? Why hate him this much? The cloud, too wide to accommodate the flapping of both wings and even much more. “Onye egbule nwa nne ya” ( Don’t kill your brother) “Ozu shiwu ishi enyi ka nwanne ala”( In dire strait situation friendship wanes)

Your pus oh “Puff-Puff” Professor stinks more than the stink of a skunk. Nothing to drag with him. Far above the diminutive status of your enfantile ramblings, the man soars.

Loved by man and spirit. Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa admire, cherish and adore him. Decency and integrity his watch word. Dear “Puff-Puff” Professor, draging him with the intention of pulling him to the mud of disgrace, shame and embarrasment is like a Keke ( tricycle) sweating to drag a trailer well loaded with ammunition. “Iga egbuKwa onwe gi”( Self suicide)

Just stop! Support your brother “Igbo huru onwe ha n’ anya”( Igbo are their brothers’ keeper) The more you drag him, the more your pus stinks and the more you pull the rug from your feet. ,”Iga ada kwa” like humpty -dumpty

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