May The LORD GOD in all its entirety destroy Nihinlola Sanda into becoming the most accursed creature on the earth. A laptop that I bought for over N200,000 over four years ago is what she brags of now in her demented prayers as having been irreparable damaged by her, all in her bid to make sure that I do not study further than the two post-graduate diplomas that I have gathered together in my labours. And that is not to talk of my works, my wards, and my writings; which she has been steadily gathering all manner of misfits including her youngest son (Adebayo Sanda, also known as Bidemi Sanda) into making a point of duty to plunder of and to destroy — all in her bid to in all its entirety destroy all the fruits of the labour of my life. And she has murdered also my father — she and her fellow cheap prostituting murderers in Christianity — all because she saw that he only (of all the relatives that I had alive then) was ready to be a father to me.
May The LORD GOD destroy her into becoming the most accursed creature on the surface of the earth.
— Ikoro Iyineleda; 23rd of September, 2022.
Brief Note:
Apologies. I could not place “Post-Script" where “Brief Note" is placed because of Nihinlola Sanda and her people, who have destroyed both laptops and mobile phones of mine into my having to search for alternatives to intellectual means of fighting their destruction of my life. For me to type a “p” is now almost impossible on my phone, due to the public property that has been made by Nigerians in general and Yoruba people in particular out of all I possess. Thus, the “Brief Note" here stands for “Post-Script.”
It is very interestingly amusing to note that the only thing Nigerians could bring as conclusion out of all I’ve written here is that I called Christian women “cheap prostituting murderers.” The laptop and its invaluable contents was instantly forgotten. The invaluable wards of religious prose and English Literature were instantly forgotten. The father murdered at the University College Hospital of Ibadan, in conjunction with the University of Ibadan, was instantly forgotten. Rather, all that Nigerians could deduce from all I’ve placed here is that I called Christian women names that made them all remember I it was that first realised the innumerable number of women immeasurably immersed in lesbianism. And that this realisation — and my putting it down as ward — is what has had women in particular wage years of war upon my wards and my writings.
