Essential Ndubuisi
By: Pat Uchendu.
I have never pretended to be a journalist, because I am not. Training and learning should rightly confer that profession on me. That is proper and acceptable. However, I never knew I could so write until the many desperate situations in Nigeria placed me on call from the talent that was rather latent and quasi, to always have my opinion on issues. But then many people are like me – a generation of quasi journalists made so by social media.
It gladdens my heart though that my daughter will fill up that side of me, lost in the confusion of choosing a course of study. And in fullness of time, on account of her academic discipline, manifest that inherent ability to perform certain roles of a mass cummunicator, right from when she was about five years. So her part seems to have been made clearer and as she grew through secondary school she had a tinge of direction for her academic preferences as I sat her down one day and asked what she wants to be. Without a whiff of hesitations she gave it straight to me: “Daddy I want to study mass comm”, was all she said.
I wouldn’t remember the first day I read a newspaper. It was in my elementary school, as it was called then. At the time I remember it was Daily Times, and if you read it as a primary (elementary) school pupil and recounted the story to your father or elder, you were considered a kid on a freeway to progress. In those days, elders who were illiterate would buy newspapers and ask any bright lad around to read and tell them the story! That was how they read the papers they bought. That was the world I came into; that was a kind, pleasant and happy world!
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