Iro Ni Iru E: My Mother And The Lie Lie That She Is
Initially, that which my mother would do is go about telling people I was a juvenile delinquent. This was during my secondary school years, and just after I gained admission into university.
Then, during my undergraduate years (and just after I became a university graduate) her business became that of letting people believe I was an "olodo" - a no-good that could never do well in academia. This insinuation, she brought about - despite the highest grades that were mine during my first years in academia, during my years in primary school; despite the positions of authority (of school prefect) that I was given in primary school.
Today - and as has been the case for twenty-five good years - her favourite form of slander now has become the propagation of the belief that I'm a lunatic. Despite all the derisive and reviling noise (be it on radio stations or on television stations, or even to both my face and her face) with which the war is waged upon me that I cry out over, hers is to ever allay fears and apprehensions by having the world see my cries as nothing but the hallucinations and the delusions of an insane person.
And this now has been her favourite modus operandi, most especially ever since she realised that The LORD has blessed me with the position of being His anointed. Her initial stand of having me be seen to be a juvenile delinquent no longer could stand, for not even the ignoble more runs of Frauduria can call me a delinquent after all the sufferings I've been through before their very koro koro eyes. And her insinuations of my being an olodo also died with the top-notch performance of mine during my last two post-graduate studies. But each and absolutely every word with which I testify against the persecution with which the demented evil that is the Fraudurian Nation of Nimrod strives to use to destroy my life is met by her with the most vehement claims of my being a mad man.
The evil woman has always been an enemy, always been against me - and I should have realised it ever since my days as a primary school student of the Staff School of the University of Ibadan, when she would come to me (with her characteristically mischievous levity) and try to have me see the need to accept Jesus Christ into my life, so - even as she then said - I would not suffer on earth, and then die and have my sufferings continue in Heaven.
Even then, all the way back then, she had seen the sufferings that would be mine in my adult years, when I would be no longer privileged enough to have the care of either (and most especially) a father, or a mother. Courtesy of the emasculated shoes that she saw me wearing ever since then, and that she did not deem it fit to run around to do something about - like a more responsible mother would have.
Ever since then - ever since those days in Staff School - hers was but to laugh all my childhood and adolescent running around on crippled feet with the jeering mockery of the enemy she is, and to thwart and subvert each possibility of my making headway in life despite those crippled feet.
Thus, the lies and the slander with which she has ever sought to cripple and to destroy all my chances of amounting to anything in life - ever since those days in primary school when I would not only attain the highest grades in class, but would be given also leadership positions by those that saw the potential in me.
If hers is the epitome of motherhood, little wonder then that Buddha denied women the privilege of being a part of his faith. And little wonder also that even the Christian faith would not that any of its "firstfruits" be granted entrance into Heaven that has had the "knowledge" of women.
Ikoro Iyineleda
BSc, PGDE, PGDFM
Author
Masculinism
Bridegroom and Servant-Leader
The Pride of Machismo Renaissance
18th of March, 2025.
