Dear
Judith Opara Mazagwu,
Whenever
I eventually meet you the daring she-dog in person, I shall ask effusively:
“Nwanne nwanyi, I bu onye Igbo?” If your answer is affirmative, I shall yell:
“Tufia!!!” to high heavens and probe further: “Nna gi na nne gi, ha bu cha
ndigbo? Is your father and mother originally Igbos?” If you, the architect of
whore-llywood, return a negative answer, I shall heave the deepest sigh of
relief and dance with reckless abandon. I shall wail with anguish if your
parents are truly of the noble Igbo stock.
Opara’s
daughter, what has the Igbos who pride their women in purity, decorum and
royalty done to you? What has Ikemba’s people done to deserve the putrid
essence you displayed in that raunchy movie trailer? The dignity of womanhood,
you desecrated shamelessly. You should have converted your nomenclature to that
of the animal kingdom before you set the cameras rolling.
