Dear Judith Opara Mazagwu,
Whenever
I eventually meet you the daring she-dog in person, I shall ask
effusively: “Nwanne nwanyi, I bu onye Igbo?” If your answer is
affirmative, I shall yell: “Tufia!!!” to high heavens and probe further:
“Nna gi na nne gi, ha bu cha ndigbo? Is your father and mother
originally Igbos?” If you, the architect of whore-llywood, return a
negative answer, I shall heave the deepest sigh of relief and dance with
reckless abandon. I shall wail with anguish if your parents are truly
of the noble Igbo stock.
Opara’s
daughter, what has the Igbos who pride their women in purity, decorum
and royalty done to you? What has Ikemba’s people done to deserve the
putrid essence you displayed in that raunchy movie trailer? The dignity
of womanhood, you desecrated shamelessly. You should have converted your
nomenclature to that of the animal kingdom before you set the cameras
rolling. Who called the shots for filming that monstrosity that debased
womanhood and motherhood? Yes, you suffered child abuse but how does
being raped at the age of 19 confer a porn star designation? Who
sponsored the spread of your genitals in public sphere with that pervert
who wants his scenes deleted after the collateral damage had been done?
I hope a copy of Destructive Instinct will be delivered to Censors
Board in Nigeria for classification.
Judith
Opara, that bald headed bloke was actually squeezing, kissing and
caressing your buttocks and boobs on camera while you were letting out
uhhhs and ahhhs? You had the nerve to upload same online? What manner of
poverty configured the mental faculties of a 41 year old mother of two
to engage in pornography and display the sex tape on the internet
without consideration for her children’s future? It is an abomination in
Igbo land nay Africa for a child to behold his mother in such intense
sexing expedition. Not even sex starved rapists dare to devour a victim
before her child’s very eyes. I hope your children will never watch
Destructive Instinct, the atrocity you produced.
Until
we can trace your lineage to Igbo kindred, I doubt the language of your
name. I challenge your brothers, sisters, cousins aunts, uncles (your
parents are most definitely dead), friends, relatives, classmates etc to
write a rejoinder and authenticate your tribe. I enjoin other concerned
brethren both at home and in the Diaspora not to judge you harshly but
pray to God whom you offended with impunity, to hasten a financial
breakthrough that will discourage your big screen whorish aspiration.
Your choice of career is an aberration to us, of eastern Nigeria.
I
solicit for contributions from public spirited Nigerians and Africans.
Afro Candy is in dire need of rehabilitation – mentally, medically,
financially, spiritually and otherwise. A psychiatrist facility will do a
lot for Ada anyi nwanyi. The woman who can perform unclad, naked on
stage owes a psychotherapist a visit.
My
dearest sister, conduct a thorough research and you will discover that
blue film practitioners are never regarded, not even in Hollywood. I
advise you to refrain from sexual motion pictures that will further
saturate our cyber space with unwholesome content.
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