OF IKORO IYINELEDA PHOTOCOPIES
Pre-Script:
Apologies for this having come rather late.
The power authorities in Akure - in an obvious bid to cut me off even more out of the land of the living than they already have - have not had me see electricity in my home for eight days as of today. Thus, I’ve not been able to have the batteries of my electronic gadgets charged, and thereby have access to the internet.
Apologies. And despite all their cunning, we will overcome.
The LORD our God,
The LORD Is GOD.
OF IKORO IYINELEDA PHOTOCOPIES
The photocopies of Adedotun The Ikoro - the Ikoro Iyineleda wannabees - even yet, even now, continue striving to parade themselves as having even an iota of all that The LORD his God has blessed Ikoro Iyineleda with. Be it the wisdom, the knowledge, and the understanding that rose out of the experience, the education, and the sound mind that The LORD has bestowed upon him; be it the talents of intelligence and creativity and more that he was born with, refined into genius by the furnace of diligent hard work; be it the background he was born into, that he grew up in - and that the imbeciles set in the many high places of these desperate wannabees just cannot see, otherwise they would not be so keen on having his friends, his companions, and his associates be of the murderous and the carnal that he and his childhood friends have always held in disdain ever since the days of his infancy - the degenerate delinquents that can never have absolutely any sort of home training whatsoever, even should home training be ever dished out along with a million dollars; the retards that have their brains forever on a permanent leave of absence, forever absent from the homes of these retards, and forever crying out unto each of these retards, "Imbecile! Don't come near me! I want nothing to do with thee!"
Be it more, even more, much more, of all that which The LORD has blessed Ikoro Iyineleda with - that all these photocopies hanker after, whilst appearing (to the imbeciles in the high places of which I have spoken) as though they follow Ikoro, when all they do is pursue him with grim determination.
They all will have the fools, the blind, and the naive believe they all have seen the four walls of a university, even when they have seen none even of a primary school.
They all will speak exactly the way I speak, is that which they would; even though I can never and will never have absolutely anything to do with they and their ilk.
They will write all that I write, is that which they would - and even when discovered to be the thieving kleptomaniacs they all are, they'll claim before the fools and the blind and the naive that abound all over their high places that I handed my words and my writings over to them on a platter of gold.
"Mo ti ko!" is that with which they brag - imbeciles that could not utter a word of the English Language until they became privy to the privacy of my mind. "Mo ti ko! I have written!"
All because their daft brains believe whatever little I still have after their plundering and their scavenging is due only to the words and the writings of mine courtesy of which they now can pound their chests with the words, "Mo ti ko!"
The friends, the companions, and the associates that I should have, and that they would have in all its entirety cut me off away from - if not for technology, social media, the internet, and the Pyrates Confraternity - are those that they all now hanker after having. And the cunning, the sheer cunning! with which this fraud attains this end - that has the fool say of the demented degenerates that I can never have anything to do with, "Dotun walks with this people, so I can walk with them also." - is that which has them keep on with the subtilty with which they plunder, and then claim that I it was that gave unto them; with which they rape, and then claim that I sleep with their men and their women and their children even; with which I transact business with them, only to have them fly all over the world with proclamations of the friendship they have with the very same Dotun that they keep on insulting, and deriding, and abusing, and reviling to his hearing, even when not to his very face.
All that I had, or have, or would have - all that I was, or that I am, or that I would be - all are being handed over to them on a platter of gold, courtesy of Judas Iscariots like unto whatever shamefully shameless group is known as "Quarters," and the even more shameless cowards known as the Salas. All due to Father Christmases and Mother Christmases like unto this two, that stole (ever right from my days in Ibadan, even most especially when it comes to the thieving kleptomaniacs that are known as "Quarters," even now that I presently reside in Akure) and that now are distributing the profits derived from their plunder to all manner of Ikoro Iyineleda wannabees.
From handing my life over to those they would they thereby bribe into silence concerning the evil wreaked upon this life, to gifting it out to photocopies that merely want without a drop of sweat all that I got via all manner of baptisms of fire, to - even worse - having it be the property of they that want to simply destroy it, Iscariotine traitors like unto Quarters and the Salas are now expecting me to accept and to pardon their thieving and their betrayal by kindly repeating the "Your sins are forgiven" mantra of their Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ Imbecile.
And they (most especially the Buccaneers Confraternity, the Ogboni, and "Quarters") keep on striving to have the fools, the blind, and the naive believe I and the thieving kleptomaniacs that they all are, are one. After having stolen from me not only all that would actualise my membership of the Rosicrucian Order, but all even that I have sweated over for almost thirty years, imbeciles are now made to believe that they and I are one.
It's not today that those on the streets of Nigeria will have you know that your head has been used, when you've been defrauded. What even they just may not know is that the words are derived from the spiritual "using of the head" that the occult does, each and every time it sees one that is spiritually incapacitated.
Where there are books in bookshops all over the place, where there are books in libraries all over the place, it's only the books that I have kept supposedly safely in my own house that the scavengers all are interested in reading - reading, behind my back, and with absolutely none of my consent. Where my works are in bookshops all over the place, where my words are on all manner of web-sites and social media, it's only the writings of mine that I have placed in the supposed safety of my house that the scavengers all are interested in reading - reading, behind my back, and with absolutely none of my permission. It's only when I read that they deem it fit to (deceive themselves into believing they also can) read; for then, they all unveil the nakedness of my mind to their evil scrutiny to make it appear as though I'm reading out to them.
They will then believe they now can open their mouths to brag before the blind and the naive of their having read this book or that - all because a desperately evil bastard placed the nudity of an educated mind right before their unrepentant ogling.
Already, the demented retards have begun to crow their cries of, "Awa na nko!"
We too write.
As though the nudity of my mind has become now a school of writing for them.
The heart of Man is desperately wicked.
The heart of all these vultures and hyenas?
Desperately evil.
Dementedly evil scavengers! Shameless photocopies! Shameful wannabees!
And when they feel that they have raped or used or plundered or derived enough for it to be now their chorus, they begin to crow the words, "Mo ti ba" - reminiscent of the "Abba, Father" with which Christians celebrate their victory via the death of the fool and moron, Jesus Christ.
And reminiscent also of the town Aba in Igboland, that is a symbol of the extent to which it is a culture amidst the Igbos to thereby use the emasculated gifted that live amongst them. Thus, the English Language that even the most illiterate Igbo man happens to be so fluent in, obviously courtesy of the use of an educated man in their midst - be it once upon a time, or ever so often.
When the same evil was wreaked upon the foolish Jesus Christ, he accepted the "You are the light of the world" tag with which those behind the evil sought to have him accept it. All that he could have been as a son of David, a progeny of royalty, they took from him. All that he was as one blessed with power in the spirit, they killed him for. And rather than crying out to The LORD for vengeance and justice, he kept on mouthing his "Your sins are forgiven" mantra to all glee of theirs and definitely no consternation.
The imbecile! All the thousands that thronged after him then merely wanted to feed off him, is that which he didn't know. Absolutely none wanted anything to do with the sermons he kept on preaching, the teachings he kept on giving, the salvation he kept on offering.
And they keep on expecting me to follow in such foolish footsteps. And they keep on lying to imbeciles all over the world that I'm following in such foolish footsteps, even when they see that I'm definitely not doing so.
And then, for those in the occult (and in the Christian tradition that would a guinea pig consider itself a light to scientists in the laboratory) for those of them that have eventually seen that I'm definitely not a Father Christmas come to hand out Christmas gifts to dementedly lazy morons that will always expect to be given all they have - that can never work for what they have - they have begun to say of me, "You are not a light. We will 'close' your head."
I Laugh. In Disdain.
Wasn't that what they all eventually had to say of David, after he had so many of the thieving peeps slain that they all eventually began to know him as a "man of blood?"
The silly retards! The LORD has not begun yet to slay them like He slew them in the days of David, and of Moses most especially. When He begins to do so, they will see then that I'm definitely not a light to they and their ilk.
Silly bunch of pervs and retards, you'd better 'close' my head!
O Masculinism, Let us worship.....
The LORD our God,
The LORD Is GOD.
Ikoro Iyineleda
Servant-Leader
The Pride of Machismo Renaissance
31st of January, 2025.
