The character
of a university lecturer
“Man, if you wanted to know you
should have asked her. Are you a Minister for Nyumba Kumi or the new Caring
Brother. If your intention is to care why then do you care about only
particular individuals and not others?
BY
MUSYOKA NGUI
You have lived
with them for some years now. One, two, three, four, five or even six. Some
have bored you stiff for three hours saying nothing. Others have riveted you
and you have failed to notice why time flies so fast. But, what exactly makes a
university don? Today we venture into the unexplored world of university
teachers. This article does not address anyone in particular and the parallels
I draw are purely for informational purposes not personal.
The good
There is a
caliber of university lecturers who inspire students to be better than them.
They are like the good coaches who find delight when their players score in a
game and actually go ahead and win. Like football managers, these lecturers
give their all to students so that they may come up as intellectuals not mere
cramming zombies.
They are firm,
fair and tough. Some students may not like them at present because they are
always on their necks about this mediocre assignment or that plagiarized work
or poor class attendance. They want their students to be original, honest and
time conscious.
Such dons come to
lecture hall with internalized content. They do not keep gazing confusedly into
notes and voluminous books. They already have made sense of sophisticated
courses for the students to understand. They are a darling of the students.
I have met quite
a number of encouraging lecturers in the Faculty of Arts and Humanities. They
may not be necessarily our regular types. Some teach literature, others English
and even others lecture totally unrelated disciplines but somehow they come to
connect issues within the Media School.
One offered to
review my novel manuscript and make useful suggestions. Another whispered to an
Eve, “you have a rare talent. Your voice is for radio. You have confidence and
command of language that is beyond expectations.”
The bad
I have come to
hate sadistic dons. They will give you ambiguous instructions and when you mess
up your exams they say you did not listen. That you were too busy and lazy
enough to listen to them (dons). They derive pleasure in crises and suffering.
When majority of students get mixed up by the lecturer’s poor sense of
articulation they smile in satisfaction that their little trick has yielded
much casualties.
There are others
who are trivial, ethnic, shallow and at worse personal. They will crack tribal
jokes to amuse learners who outgrew such humour. The latter do not get the
joke. Better still, the lecturer is not funny. In an attempt to psyche up the
class, they end up boring.
On being personal
for the wrong reasons; it is better to draw distinct lines between professional
and personal stuff. How does for example, what I ate in the morning concern the
day’s lecture? Some cross the border of professionalism under a hideous guise
of “because I care”. They justify the never ending questions of where is so and
so? Has she not come to class for the last month? Does she have a boyfriend? Is
he married?
Man, if you
wanted to know you should have asked her. Are you a Minister for Nyumba Kumi or
the Caring Brother. If your intention is to care why then do you care about
only particular individuals and not others? Does it shame you that the student
body is often hit by disasters at the softest part of the belly and that death
has a poor sense of timing? If your list of caring would include those who
worry they may never sit for their end-semester exam because of fees balance,
because of being orphaned or because of government loan bureaucracy you would
be tackling issues not persons.
I am not
downplaying the need to be your sibling’s keeper. In fact, nothing satisfies me
more than helping humanity however and whenever I can. I admire those who pull
all the stops to ensure a difference is made even if it is an inch. This is
neither a wholesale condemnation; there are good professors out there. But like
any other profession, there are rotten apples among you who are spoiling the
good name of the rest.
The ugly
The most
intriguing faculty of your life yet is your dressing style. Someone told me
books are dangerous drugs. They may make you forget fashion and hygiene. All of
us have seen lecturers clashing colours. Others wearing twisted ties and
undergoing mid-life crises. How else would you explain a male lecturer who
insists on reliving his teenage in a lecture hall? He unsuccessfully attempts
to ape bad boy syndrome, Sheng and offer outdated tips on how we the youth of
today are getting it wrong in dating and relationships.
Bad philosophy
has gotten into the intellectuals’ mind. They believe in warped theories. They
hate love. They love hate. They don’t recognize or accept God. They are too
preoccupied with questioning that so much to appreciate has by passed them.
Due to changing dynamics
of education we are privileged to be taught by young and vibrant lecturers.
They are less rigid and more understanding. They don’t feel threatened by
technology. They blog notes and course content online for us to download. They
are on social media and reply emails without arrogance. In short, they are
accessible. Thank you for your kindness and enduring love even when we are tad
too demanding.
The
writer is a student of Bachelors of Arts Degree in Communication and Media at
Chuka University. He blogs at musyokangui.blogspot.com
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