Baba,
 Good job, I do enjoy your articles,pls keep them
coming.
Amy


By Baba Galleh Jallow

Dr. Maafimun Norpitek, managing director of Whatyasay
Enterprises, was extremely exasperated. So extremely
exasperated that he locked himself into his office,
dashed under his executive desk, and loudly wept and
blew his nose and pulled his ears. So angry was he
that he opened his drawer and stuffed Chinese balm
into his ears, rubbed it into his eyes and furiously
rubbed finger-fulls onto his teeth. Then he squat on
the polished floor of his posh office and loudly
wailed and called down curses on all those impudent
blokes who would have him dead.

Maafimun Norpitek could just not understand why people
hated him so and wished him dead. He could not
understand why people opened their big mouths and told
lies not only about themselves, but about his
respectable and illustrious self. They go so far as to
claim that they knew who was the first woman to set
foot on the moon, or that in fact, the Americans had
taken a monkey with them on their trip to Mars, which
they called a red planet while it was in fact blue.
Dr. Norpitek could not see why people told white lies
and red lies and blue lies and green lies and lies of
multi-colored layers, all because they wanted to be
famous like him and would not call him Sir. And then
when he took his valuable time to do those nonentities
and the entire big wide world a favor by pointing out
their errors and mapping out the way forward for their
confused thought processes, every single one ofthem
jumps out in their puny little coats with their puny
little minds and midget ideas and try to call him
fool, and liar, and all the other stupid names their
blind imaginations could suggest to them.

Maafimun Norpitek’s current dilemma arose from a very
simple affair. An affair so simple that he saw no
reason why he should bother explaining it, or even
thinking about it. But his decent senses had just been
so severely offended that he could not keep his
computer brain from thinking about it and his soul of
all souls from grieving at the monstrous idea. Hirsute
hell, chimney spouts, black thunder clouds! Would he
were in a position to get hold of all those impudent
blokes and put them in their places! Physically slap
them in the face and bang them in the mouth, so that
next time before they opened their big mouths and try
to monster him, they would think four big times! If he
saw something written in the local media, something
inaccurate, something wrong, something really stupid
and petty, something likely to lead the whole world
astray, something likely to make good honest
folksstumble and fall on their noses and hurt
themselves, was it not only proper that he should rush
to the urgent rescue? Was it not only proper that he,
Dr. Maafimun Norpitek, PhD Saachatics, MA Prating, BSc
Pushanteh - is it not only proper that he should put
aside all he had to do and run to the pious rescue?

But then, when he took his invaluable time, his
precious energy, his very special pen and paper, and
set his diamond mind to work and published a
well-researched and learned treatise on the virtues of
truth-telling and the great dangers of lying, everyone
- the world big wide world of fools and sycophants! -
jumped on him and started asking stupid questions,
making illegitimate and ridiculous demands on him, as
if he was the only person who ever wrote. For months
on end, big-mouthed fools and jealous midgets sent
letters to the editor harping on what he should write
and what not. They wrote such stupid things as Dr.
Norpitek does not seem to understand . . . Maafimun
Norpitek completely misses the point . . . Could
Norpitek please explain . . .? Dr. Maafimun with all
due respect . . . Our respectable compatriot Norpitek
. . . Maafimun Norpitek is an intelligent man, but
this timearound . . . Maafimun Norpitek this . . .
Maafimun Norpitek that!!! Dr. Maafimun Norpitek!! Dr.
Dool!! He was sick and tired of all those stupid fools
making it their business to set him straight! He was
sick and tired of all those intellectual dwarfs trying
to measure their flat heights against his giant
stature! He was tired of every Kumba, Pateh and Samba
calling his pious name and asking him stupid
questions! In fact, he had no time to respond to any
jealous midgets! He was going to keep his pious cool
and let the idiots rave and rant their sick lungs out!

Thus resolved, our great Maafimun Norpitek maintained
a stony silence and all our common folks said, where
is Dr. Norpitek? Why hasn’t he responded to our
queries? This is unlike the great guy? Little did they
know that Dr. Norpitek, alias Vulture, was cleverly
perched on top of his favorite tree, patiently waiting
to swoop down and teach them a very good lesson they
would never forget. Silence is the best policy, he
kept reminding himself.




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