Pleading With The United Kingdom, Pleading With My Creator
Had it been the Pyrates Confraternity (that gave me a name when all the other fraternities in Nigeria thought I was either too educated or too old to belong to their fold) or had it been a “minute” number of the childhood friends that I had whilst I was struggling to become a university graduate of the Obafemi Awolowo University (that took care of me with the meagre means that they then had, during those days when all the allowance I received from parents could fetch were miserly meals of salt and garri; childhood friends that gave me a semblance of what could be described as a happy adolescence) I would have gladly accepted what is said to be the decision of United Kingdom authorities.
But a decision that would I be “accompanied” to the UK by this same set of people (my father’s Ogboni, the residents and the natives of the Ibadanland that I know as Ikadan, the citizens of the Frauduria you would know as Nigeria, the Christianity that will always take me to be a Saul, an Esau, a Cain, and the Bammeke clan of my mother that not only had its God declare that it has “killed” me into becoming the “eternip” of the National Association of Seadogs, but the Bammeke clan also that had that same mother declare on a number of occasions her intentions of either in all its entirety murdering me, or of having me permanently incarcerated in a lunatic asylum) that decision can have me say nought but the following to the pursuing serpents…….
The righteous will rejoice when he sees the vengeance;
he’ll bathe his feet in thy blood, O ye serpents.
I know since when thou sayest unto me — over twenty years ago,
“I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon thee; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy thee.”
But The LORD will not have thee destroy me. Thou art not coming to the UK with me. In His Name as The LORD.
If you were mine, you would have no guilt; but having scourged and used and plundered and destroyed of me for over two decades, your guilt is clearly defined.
Due to your murderous scourging, I have spent over two decades going in and coming out of lunatic wards and asylums — over two decades of being deemed insane, though my mind is more sound than that of any of thee. And, you’re now to “accompany” me to the UK — because I’m an infant that needs your cruel “spoon-feeding” until he’s doddering about in old age?!
No! I do not need your sympathy. And I want none of your help.
I am pleading with the authorities of the United Kingdom — I have nothing to do with the natives and the residents of Ikadan, nor with the citizens of Frauduria, nor with the Ogbonis of Professor Akinade Olumuyiwa Sanda, nor with the Bammekes that could not curtail a derisive mother’s excesses in over two decades. I do not need this vile set of people to pursue me to thy country to continue there the scourging that has in all its entirety turned my life into an utter wreck.
O ye authorities of the United Kingdom. Please do not have this wickedly relentless gangs of ruinatics pursue me to thy country. All I want is a quiet time there pursuing my studies with a decent nation. I want
nothing to do with reek-rack ruinatics that never have anything positive to contribute to the life of anyone; but that seek only to use, to derive, and to in all its entirety destroy — as though the life of a human being is to be equated with that of a guinea pig in a laboratory.
Deliver me, O my Creator; from the pursuing serpents.
- Ikoro Iyineleda; third of February, 2021.