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WHO WROTE IT?

 – By Ify Omeni
A Commissioner for Education went on a tour to a secondary school. He was very impressed with the facilities there and decided to test the intelligence level of the students.
He asked a student, ‘I am sure you must be proud to be a student of this great school.’
‘Yes, sir.’ The student replied.
‘That’s good. Now tell me, who wrote Things Fall Apart?’
Storried Who Wrote it
At this point, the student became frightened and burst into tears.
‘I don’t know. I did not write it sir. Please don’t punish me. It’s not me who wrote it.’
The commissioner was upset and went to complain to the principal.
The principal was livid.
‘Don’t mind the stupid boy. He is the one who wrote it. In fact, I will deal with him as soon as you go.’
The commissioner left the school, shocked.
His aides seeing how upset he was, offered a solution.
‘Don’t worry sir. We will set up a panel of enquiry to determine the immediate and remote causes of writing such a book.’
At this point, the commissioner asked to be driven home.
That night in bed, he told his wife the story and she was so sympathetic.
‘It’s your enemies that wrote it. You know you have so many enemies. Let’s pray and bind every evil forces trying to destroy your destiny.’
At that point, the commissioner went off to sleep.
He had seen enough drama for one day.
So I throw the question to you, dear reader.
WHO WROTE IT?
Or have things indeed FALLEN APART?

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