The professor

by Melanie
Professor Malike is a professor at Westonia University. He has been with the university for close to twenty years nows and has been heading the social sciences department. Freshmen have come and left but Prof has remained with this institution. Ask any alumnus of Westonia about him and they will smile and say, '' Professor M...."

Professor M has taught classes after classes. He has taught anthropology, he has taught sociology, he has taught psychology, he has taught ethics, he has taught development and he has taught globalisation. Professor M has marked exam papers. He has marked papers and given As, he has marked papers and given Cs, he has marked papers and given Es and he has marked papers for students who scored Es.

Everyone who has passed through Westonia University in his time knows Professor M. This is because first of all, one has to pass through at least one of his classes in order to graduate and secondly, Professor M is a character one cannot miss knowing. Professor M has always spotted an afro hairstyle which he usually combs in the middle of the lessons with a green comb. After combing his hair, he applies coconut oil there and then. His students usually have to endure the smell of coconut oil till the end of the lesson. Some first year students have at some points reported him to the university authorities but they have just been met with smiles and told to just put up with the old prof.

Professor M receives wholesome perks from the university every month. His wife is a doctor and his two sons are law graduates from Harvard practising in B city. Professor M however uses public transport and he also never visits the lecturers' cafe. He takes the same meal every lunchtime, a meal of amaranth doughnuts and a cold beverage whose identity no one is sure about. Some students say it is a special coffee from Eastern Africa while others say it is a beverage brewed from the bark of a tree found in an unknown tropical forest. No one knows what it really is. When one asks prof about it, the only reply they receive is that it is a special and healthy drink. Professor M usually carries the doughnuts in his trousers pockets which makes his pockets bulge. Sometimes during lessons, he may mumble something about hunger then take out a doughtnut and bite. He sometimes offers a doughtnut to a female student who most often turns down his offer. The male students however accept his doughnuts. Professor M usually has his meals in his office or outside near walkways.

Students enjoy Professor M's company. They usually gather around him and he tells them one story after another. He also talks alot about politics and culture. His stories stay with the students long after they have left Westonia. Years later when someone will ask them whether they know Professor Malike, they will smile and say, "Professor M." They will then be told about his green comb and they will talk about how long the green comb has lasted.
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