By Eng. Amaechi Ugwu
There are scribbles. There are rants. And then, occasionally, there is the tragedy of a semi-literate masquerading as a public commentator, desperately attempting to string together ChatGPT-generated phrases with his trademark grammatical poverty, all in a bid to impress a master who has long abandoned principles for political polygamy. Such is the latest obituary of common sense written by one Shephardman Iyoku; an unknown quantity in the world of letters, ideas, or even basic civility under the guise of “performance assessment” for Ikoro Global TV, an outfit that remains an embarrassment to even local street-corner gossip.
Let us begin where facts died in his piece: the comparison of Hon. Prof. Paul Nnamchi, a man whose academic odyssey and public service record tower far beyond the intellectual eyesight of Mr. Iyoku, to Hon. Atu. This is akin to placing a village drummer beside a symphony conductor and pretending they are equals because they both make noise. 
Shephardman, who until recently collected stipends like a stray dog grateful for crumbs under Prof. Nnamchi’s table, suddenly found his voice after his feeding bowl was withdrawn, a withdrawal not of opportunity, but of wasted investment. The biting irony is that this same man whose principal Barr. Chijioke Edeoga has shamelessly embraced the very man he publicly vilified now spends his daylight hours rewriting loyalty in exchange for political validation. What shall we call this but a tragic festival of betrayal and borrowed voices?
If indeed Mr. Iyoku were literate enough to understand legislative procedure, he would know that first readings are not the metric of legislative failure, but part of a broader institutional journey where bills are carefully deliberated, not performed like roadside drama. But then again, one does not expect a man who cannot spell “bill” without predictive text to understand how bills become laws.
Prof. Nnamchi’s work, unlike the copy-and-paste fairytales peddled by Shephardman, speaks quietly but impactfully: community ICT centres worth millions, classroom blocks where there were none before, solar installations beyond selfies, and legislative engagement rooted in research, substance, and statesmanship. While Atu builds mobile labs, which are commendable, Prof. Nnamchi builds human capital and civic enlightenment, the very things Mr. Iyoku lacks and is too bitter to recognize.
Let us not forget: Ikoro Global TV, if we can be generous enough to call it that, is a loose and leaky platform where syntax dies, punctuation cries, and logic is routinely sacrificed on the altar of vendetta. It is the home of bad English, worse journalism, and the kind of intellectual starvation that makes one wonder if education is still legal in their editorial chambers.
This attack is not journalism. It is the wailing of a wounded errand boy who mistook tokenism for destiny. It is a beggarly tantrum disguised as analysis; a last gasp from a political orphan who forgot that betrayal carries its own unemployment benefits.
In the end, Prof. Paul Nnamchi remains a Professor not by convenience but by conquest, a legislator not by noise but by noble intent. And as for Shephardman Iyoku, he will remain what he has always been: a wandering typist, clinging to borrowed ideas like a man groping for light in a cave he refuses to leave.
Engr. Amechi Ugwu
Conscience Over Noise, Ink Over Insult
For the enlightened defenders of truth in Enugu East/Isi Uzo
