At the end of the Biafran War, the Nigerian army was occupying a printworks at the time of year when they were printing the degree certificates for a prestigious national university. When they'd printed-out the correct quantity, the Commanding General told them to keep the machines rolling. Sure enough, all his soldiers ended up with the coveted qualification.
People chuckled at this, but few were surprised. A Third-World university is simply a shop where you buy a degree. As a girl of seventeen may not have the money, she simply has to pay in kind.
I don't know who is meant to be shocked at the revelations in this undercover report, where we eavesdrop on the crude propositioning of underage girls by two academics in a position of trust, one of them a church minister, the other a senior professor. The dialogue is more-or-less kindergarden level, causing us to speculate on the general standards of tuition at these two universities (one in Nigeria, one in Ghana) which are described as the most distinguished in West Africa.
The girls put on quite a good theatrical impression of vulnerability, sometimes weeping on cue, but I don't go for it. How could they not guess what would happen when they're left alone with a lecherous supervisor whom they've already been warned about?
Reasonably good piece of pantomime.
People chuckled at this, but few were surprised. A Third-World university is simply a shop where you buy a degree. As a girl of seventeen may not have the money, she simply has to pay in kind.
I don't know who is meant to be shocked at the revelations in this undercover report, where we eavesdrop on the crude propositioning of underage girls by two academics in a position of trust, one of them a church minister, the other a senior professor. The dialogue is more-or-less kindergarden level, causing us to speculate on the general standards of tuition at these two universities (one in Nigeria, one in Ghana) which are described as the most distinguished in West Africa.
The girls put on quite a good theatrical impression of vulnerability, sometimes weeping on cue, but I don't go for it. How could they not guess what would happen when they're left alone with a lecherous supervisor whom they've already been warned about?
Reasonably good piece of pantomime.
