Big Brother Naija show has ended but the controversies that trail the show is still there ! A show that had brought a lot of worries to Puritans and conservatives and joys to perverts neo modernists. Big Brother Naija can be said to be controversies demonstrated in a house.
(Un) fortunately, an Imo man, Miracle Igbokwe won this year’s edition of the show. Coming from a state that the academic prowess is legendary, a state that gave the world the likes of Catherine Acholonu, Prof Anwuka et al! A state that engineering was made to look as if it’s s
just an ordinary a Commerce subject. A state that has one of the highest educated folks in the nation, Also , it would be nice to remind us that Imo State is also a state that first built the first state University in the country and also the IMSU was once the best state University in the country and till date, still holds their forte in the areas of optometry and architecture. These are few of the intellectual strides that the state has made and Rochas Okorocha is the present governor of this legendary state.
That is Imo State! This is also a state that Miracle Igbokwe hails from ! Done with the encomiums of the state , some folks are disgusted with the assault on their sensibilities and parents are worried when the present day Big Brother Naija winner was made the education ambassador!
In a very sad open letter to the state governor , an “indigene” of the state has written . Uju Okorie demonstrated her disgust. An alumna of Owerri Girls’ Secondary School, Owerri. She writes from the United Kingdom.
Dear Governor Anayo Rochas Okorocha,
I grew up in Imo State.
I lived in Imo from the age of 5 till I left for my post-graduate studies in the United Kingdom.
I married an Imo man.
I can understand and speak virtually all the Imo dialects, from Owere nchi ise to Orlu.
Imo is a place I grew to love and embrace as home, even though I am originally from Abia.
I loved the relative peace and quiet, something I found almost impossible to achieve in Aba or Onitsha.
I loved the sounds of Owerri folk music, that clicky tangy dialect that made your tongue move with ease and precision and the stories Grandma of blessed memory told us.
She was an Emenyonu, you know. Born right in Amawom, at the very centre of Owerri.
My secondary school was and still is sandwiched between the Cathedral that welcomed Lagos visitors to O-City and that convent where some of our reverend sister teachers lived.
Sir, I was raised in that school.
Those dedicated teachers poured their lives into ours even with arrears of unpaid salaries trailing behind them like the luggage of a wayfarer.
God bless them.
My governor, I travelled from the big brown gates of that school to Okigwe road, where another great school has been sited since 1935.
I competed with those boys in white shirts and light blue shorts.
In those days, we thought of nothing else but the glory that winning laurels brought.
We fought fiercely with our brains.
I travelled from that school to Enugu, where I competed with students from all the south east and south south states, after having fought the crown off our rival school, but not without a few bruises here and there.
I travelled from Enugu to Sokoto to represent all the south east and south south states, and with my pen stabbing my paper like the sword of a warrior, I wrote Imo state to victory in the entirety of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
Imo was known all over the country and beyond as the citadel of educational brilliance.
In fact, if my memory is serving me correctly, my senior Dr C. Iwuala won the trophy for the best WASSCE candidate in West Africa.
The rivalry between PortHarcourt road and Okigwe road shook the world. It still does.
We burnt midnight candles for glory and pride.
But today, it has come to my notice that you Sir, who inherited such academic glory and pride have yanked this precious pearl from off the exalted position it has occupied in our state for decades and thrown it into a pit latrine.
My governor, you have made a man who has achieved nothing else of distinguishable worth in this life, but display pornography for the entire world to see; the education ambassador of Imo State.
My hands are weak, Sir.
My eyes are running with tears.
My heart is torn in shreds.
Governor m, there are children watching in Imo who are currently wondering why on earth they have to study if porn pays this big in their dear state.
Growing up, we looked to girls like C. Iwuala. We dreamt of meeting them. We wanted to be like them.
Iwuala was not made an education ambassador, but she was honoured by the Oba of Benin. And that meant the world to us.
To whom, Sir, do you want these little children in Imo to look?
I will tell you my governor, for you have made it clear.
It is not the boy in his father’s backyard, building unbelievable technological genius with scrap metal.
It is not the daughter of the petty traders who smashed the records of the National Examinations Council.
It is not the teacher who poured out his life into his students, many of whom are now doctors, engineers, lawyers, writers, economists and professors, scattered all over the world.
It is the man who got under the sheets on National Television, and had sex before the entire world.
G for this, my governor, and much as I hate to tell you this, posterity will not look kindly on you.
Uju Okorie, an alumna of Owerri Girls’ Secondary School, Owerri; writes from the United Kingdom.
ANTHONY EMEKA NWOSU