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    Surviving Professor Mboo
    Surviving Professor Mboo
    Surviving Professor Mboo
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    Surviving Professor Mboo

    By Inge Marry

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    Determined to graduate, Ceci, a master's student, has one daunting semester left before she can graduate. But first, she has to grill through her thesis and the egoistic veteran Professor Mboo, her graduate supervisor.

    Ceci intends to graduate at all costs, but Professor Mboo does not think she is proficient enough. He feels dishonored to have been given the responsibility of supervising and coaching her. Professor Mboo takes Ceci through twists and turns of emotional abuse as they both take in the semester and the complexities of writing thesis. 

    Will Ceci survive Professor Mboo? Surviving Professor Mboo is a short drama featuring the struggle of a young novice thesis writer whose fate falls in the hands of a conceited veteran professor.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInge Marry
    Release dateJul 2, 2019
    ISBN9781393558330
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    Inge Marry

    Inge Marry is a seasoned accountant and public auditor with fifteen years of professional experience across the development, non-profit, and public service sectors. Her career includes working as a public auditor for the Office of the Auditor-General Namibia. She holds a master’s degree in commerce as well as in leadership and change management. Native to Ovamboland, Inge Marry currently lives in Windhoek, where she has spent most of her adult life. She loves dogs, plants, and the rain, and enjoys taking walks with her sister on cloudy days. Recently, Inge Marry began exploring additional career options, and in the process, discovered her passion for writing which she has been pursuing ever since. She has been published in the Hektoen International Journal. From her father, she learned to go after what she loves.

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      Surviving Professor Mboo - Inge Marry

      Dedications

      To every student whose had to endure a Professor Mboo on their journey to complete their thesis, and to all the students whose English is not academically up to scratch.

      Chapter 1: Meeting Professor Mboo

      I had just turned 23 and my party had been great. It was a ladies only party. I figured it would be awesome to hang with girls only. It was almost as if I knew what was to come in the next six months.

      That July was the beginning of my second semester, the last semester before graduation. That’s all I had left. Well, that and my thesis. My English as a second language was yet again to be tested. An examination I dreaded.

      For the month of July, we were going to have several research methodology classes. There weren’t going to be any examinations for those classes. It was such a bliss to learn such news.

      At seven thirty Friday morning, my research methodology classmates and I were all seated in classroom B301, ready to start our first session. Thirty minutes later, the lecturer was still nowhere to be seen.

      My program said Professor Martin Mboo would be our lecturer. Despite the delay, we all sat patiently waiting for the professor. No one seemed to care that he had not pitched. Everyone continued to chat as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Usually, when a lecturer was late, there’d be at least one person who went to inquire with the department’s secretary. But not this time.

      At a few minutes to nine, a very short old man carrying a thin brown briefcase walked in. Actually, it was more like he dragged himself in. He was well dressed and his gray hair was nicely combed around a bald patch. The man looked neat and fresh. The thick goggles he wore drew attention to his face. He had a thick bush of gray eyebrows too.

      That must be Professor Mboo, I thought. Cute gray hair. Cute baldie too.

      His bald spot reminded me of my Dad’s. But aside from that, they had little resemblance. My father was taller and much more handsome.

      The class had gone silent as soon as he entered the room. We were all waiting to hear from the old man.

      He looked up and scanned through our faces as if he was counting the number of students in the room. Then he said, My name is Professor Martin Mboo. I will be taking you through this session and the three to follow.

      For a short man, his voice was very deep, bold and commanding. It was attractive on its own and the kind that would draw attention. Not to mention his well-spoken English.

      Excellent. Please note the following. He paused for a few seconds. My classes will start at 9:00 a.m. and not 7:30 a.m. That’s all. Now, let’s begin.

      That was music to my ears. Thank you, Prof. Now I can nicely wake up at 8:30 and just walk over to the class, I thought.

      But it wasn’t for someone else. In the back, someone had passed a loud sigh that was full of disappointment and disapproval. It was so loud and clear, that Prof had instantly lost his temper.

      His eyes widened as he tried to spot the culprit. Who was that? Who yawned just now? Who was it? Prof asked as he came closer to the front row table. His eyes hovered at the back seats where the sigh came from. The voice that was so attractive was no longer matching his angry face.

      I want to know which of you just yawned, Prof insisted. But the class was silent. His face alone was a good indicator of how pissed he was. He waited for a while, maybe hoping to get some response, but no one said a word.

      Unsuccessful, Prof walked back to the podium. For a while, he looked at the class without saying a word. He was calming himself.

      Then, Prof asked us to introduce ourselves. He seemed most interested in where we worked and what positions we held. I could tell he was measuring the intellectual level of the class. Unlike me and a few others, most of my classmates occupied managerial positions.

      As the session progressed, Prof had my full attention. He was hard to ignore. His voice was just thee voice. He spoke confidently, barely paging through his notes. It was clear, Professor Mboo knew his work. And, he had a broad knowledge base on the topic that made his voice even more attractive.

      It was a brilliant few hours. I listened closely and took notes when he highlighted especially important points. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. After we were dismissed, I could tell my classmates were equally impressed by the professor. Day two and three were equally captivating.

      That was the end of session one.

      * * *

      At a few minutes to nine on the following Friday, Prof walked through the door. Just like before, he took forever to walk from the door to the podium. Still, I was excited and couldn’t wait for session two to start. I could tell that my classmates were just as enthusiastic. Everyone was on time for the session. Professor Mboo browsed through the class and then he began.

      Good morning to you all, he greeted. We greeted him back.

      In this session, as I have alluded to you before, we will look at chapter one of your research proposal. By the end of this session, each one of you should walk away with a tentative working title. We will look at chapters two and three during the remaining two sessions, Prof said.

      Pay attention, work with me, and take notes as we go, he added. I hope that you have already thought of a research problem on which your thesis will be based.

      That was something I actually hadn’t done. Still, I figured that since we had more than enough problems at work, I could easily pick any one of them to use for my research.

      Prof looked around the class again, as if he was waiting for confirmation. However, none of us said anything.

      Right. Now let’s begin, he said.

      "As I said earlier, the problem statement is the heart of your thesis. All other parts of the thesis should be linked and aligned to the problem statement. Today, we will

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