By Ikenna Ebe
There is something hauntingly absurd about a man with no known certificate, no intellectual heritage, and no traceable achievement standing in judgment over a Professor; a man who has spent his life in the service of knowledge, policy, and people.
Shephardman Iyoku, driven by the cold hunger of a cutoff stipend from Prof. Nnamchi, now masquerades as a critic wielding Ikoro TV, a platform so chronically unedited and unintelligible that it has become a public case study on how to do bad media. 
His latest outburst is not journalism; it is the groan of a disgruntled mouthpiece, stripped of his meal and now barking in frustration at the hand that once lifted him from obscurity.
He borrows phrases he cannot interpret, spews grievances he cannot justify, and like a man shouting at mountains imagines his tantrum as thunder.
But Prof. Paul Nnamchi does not descend to trade words with ghosts of credibility. His record is not on Facebook posts or YouTube rants; it is etched in classrooms blocks, policy halls, solar-lit streets, and the minds of youths he has equipped with tools, not tales.
Let it be known: when envy becomes content, and ignorance finds a microphone, what you get is Ikoro Global TV not a platform, but a projection of pettiness.
Prof. Nnamchi remains. His integrity remains.
What fades is the noise.
By Ikenna Ebe
Writing from Porth harcourt
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