Pre-Script: The picture above was on three occasions instantly deleted from this channel, the first three times it was placed here; by those that - with the most subtle and the most serpentine of all cunning - have been desperately trying to cover up the most heartless evil that has ever been wreaked upon a human being.

Almost each and every morning ever since I moved into my own house at Alagbaka Extension (Phase Two) in Akure, I have woken up to discover the slipperiness and the foul stench around my anal area that proves my having once again been raped. And I have indeed been raped so often, in the land of the Yoruba tribe, that its people now call me "Daddy" - a tag that the uninitiated will not realise is due to my having borne a child of flesh and blood, a child that the uninitiated will not realise is a consequence of my having been raped till I bore a bastard (or even bastards) I'll never even get to know.

All that The LORD destroyed Sodom and Gomor'rah for, both Akure - most especially its Alagbaka Extension (Phase Two) - and the entirety of Ibadan (both thereby indirectly pointing fingers of damnation at the entirety of Yorubaland; for - even according to the words of not only Paul but Moses also - two witnesses are enough to render a man guilty) all that The LORD destroyed Sodom and Gomor'rah for, repeat, the entirety of the Yoruba tribe is guilty of.........

1. hostility to sojourners:

"This fellow came to sojourn, and he would play the judge! Now we will deal worse with you than with them."

Those were the words of the men of Sodom, after Lot pleaded with them to let him act charitably towards his visitors.

And those have been the sort of words with which all of Yorubaland have addressed me, ever since I graduated from the Obafemi Awolowo University with a first degree - and without the affiliation required to be acquainted with the facts of life with which one then will be a part of society. Ever since then, ever since they all realised I was that harmless, the scheming cowards have raped, robbed, scourged, murdered, plundered, defrauded, afflicted, slandered, insulted, derided, scorned, reviled, abused, persecuted, and indirectly said unto me, "Now we will deal (even) worse with you (than we already have)."

Even in the land of Ibadan, that I'm supposed to be indigene of, the story has been the same - or even worse. I have been treated there like a sojourner that has been judged guilty of the worst misdemeanor by the land.

"A ba ka," is that which they would derisively state, with their characteristic demented levity. "A ba ka. We would have read."

Thereby not only inferring that I and the notorious dictator, Sanni Abacha, are birds of the same feather; but also referring to their assumption that I am no longer able to pursue my aspirations in academia - as I definitely no longer would have, had I made the mistake of believing I could amount to anything in their land.

And if only it was I alone - though with me, it's a trillion and even more times worse. However, no sojourner is ever truly welcome in Yorubaland. Igbo men are derisively referred to here as "Isobo." Hausa men are even more derisively known by such derogatory terms as "Sule," or "Gambari."

And as for those that are foreigners in all its entirety? Asians? Or Caucasians?

This is one of the songs with which the ever despicably derisive culture of Yorubaland insults them.........

"Oyinbo pepper!
Ippy ippy pepper!
You go yellow more, more!"

2. homosexual rape

"Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us, that we may know them."

Be it literally, be it figuratively, this is that which the men of Yorubaland have been saying of me for the past twenty-five years - ever since I ended my National Youth Service programme with the Youth Service Corps.

"Bring him out to us, that we may know him."

Literally, with the rape under which I have kept on suffering throughout the land of the Yoruba tribe - be it in Ibadan, or in Lagos, or in Ile-Ife, or in Ipoti, or in the Akure where I presently reside.

Everywhere I have lived in Yorubaland ever since the year 2000 when I completed my National Youth Service Corps programme, I have been the victim of rape - by the hands of "the men of the city........ both young and old, all the people to the last man."

In the Ibadan that I know as Ikadan, they would shout it before all The Heavens that they want to "rail" me, that they have "railed" me.

In Akure, where I presently live, their boasting has no regard for any. Here, they state it before all and sundry that they have raped me.

And I see the symptoms also, of that which they have wreaked upon me, all over my body - and not merely the greasiness and the stench around my anal area.

The aching in my penis, as though I just ejaculated four or even more times. The aching in my rectum, and I believe I don't have to explain further here. The weariness all over my body, extreme exhaustion, as though I've been having sex all day. And these are all merely a part of it all.

And, figuratively also, they all in Yorubaland keep on stating it.........

"....... that we may know him."

Thus, a great number of the evil they all keep on wreaking upon all that is my life. From the public property that has been made out of all that is my possessions - to the extent where they don't even wait for me to step out, but even whilst I'm in the bathroom, the miscreants that they keep on sending would have sneaked into my house to go through my property. All that they may get to know me.

And as though that were not enough, my mind - my very thoughts, even my subconscious, even the dreams that rise out of my subconscious in sleep - all are at the mercy of this devilish people the world knows as the Yoruba tribe. Absolutely none of privacy is left to me, absolutely none of personal space. All that they may get to know me.

Excuse me, please, if you know me in absolutely any way whatsoever - however little - and I know absolutely nothing of you, what then hast thou done if not raped me?

However, even were their feeble brain cells capable of reasoning that question out, their evil wickedness even then will not have them able to resist. Rather, they have to keep on knowing me - knowing absolutely everything that I am, that I say, that I do; even in the coldest extremes of supposed privacy - to the extent where they're ready to wield a war should anyone strive to cover this nudity of mine that they keep on making sure they're privy to.

Even their language says it all. "O fi ipa ba lo po" is Yoruba for "He/She raped," and it literally speaking means "He/She foreceably got to be together with him/her."

And that's what they all keep on doing. Dirty-dirty skunks and swine, that I and childhood friends have always detested ever since our adolescent years. Men "whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock."

They keep on foreceably striving to have me be together with them. Most especially the Buccaneers Confraternity that is also known as the Buccaneers Association of Nigeria, that keeps on rearing its head to claim me as a member each and every time it believes I have become anything in life apart from a certificate. Most especially the Ogboni of which is said that I once even was donated to by my ignoble mother, who also happens to be a member of the Buccaneers Confraternity. Most especially also, all that is the Yoruba tribe.

Imbeciles all over the world, be it in low places, most especially in high places, are made to believe my life is spent with these shameless nuisances - that I play with them, sleep with them, dine with them. That I join in their dementedly irresponsible revelries. That I'm a part of their brain-dead levity.

Thus, they rape me today - be it literally, or figuratively - only for empty-headed more runs all over the world to thereby believe I'm one with them.

3. rape

And if only the rape was by the hands only of men, if only the rape was by the hands only of boys, one would say some in their land could be excempted of guilt. However, even as it is written,

"the men of the city...... both young and old, ALL THE PEOPLE to the last man," "both small and great."

Thus, I have been raped so often by women and even girls as young as five years old, that I am led to believe that today I have children of flesh and blood that I do not in any way know - by women I not only don't know, but that I would never with free and conscious will have absolutely anything to do with. That's how widespread the clamour is in Yorubaland, that they may know me.

And therefore the curse that I keep on laying upon this destructively depraved tribe, that seeks not only to destroy but to humiliate even in the aftermath of destruction. May The LORD give all that is indigene of the land for meat to the beasts of the field, and to the fowls of The Heavens. That the land of the Yoruba tribe may be desolate in the midst of the countries that are desolate, and her cities among the cities that are laid waste shall be desolate forever.

They and all that is the Yoruba tribe will bury all their men of grey hair as though they lived all life as no more than foetuses. They all in Yorubaland will bury all their kings in palaces known as Arifin. They all being these kings and being therefore Yoruba will henceforth wear only Ade Asan. Their subjects will sleep with their Oloris - be the subject servant, slave, or soldier. Their sons and all their children being Yoruba will be all bastards that they all will never get to know. And all their daughters and all their mothers will be prostitutes that will beg with weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth that their wares be patronised.

They all being of the land of the Yoruba tribe will look upon the bodies of all their fathers and their mothers and their brothers and their sisters swelling on the streets, and their eyes will look on and fail with longing for them all the day, and it shall not be in the power of their hand to prevent the stench and the abhorrence that will thereby come about.

And the entire world shall behold, and know that The LORD my God Is GOD.

By The Grace of my Creator. In The Name of The LORD that Is The God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Ishmael, and of Jacob, and of Moses.

O Masculinism, Let us worship.........

The LORD our God,

The LORD Is GOD.

Ikoro Iyineleda
BSc, PGDE, PGDFM
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Masculinism
Bridegroom and Servant-Leader
The Pride of Machismo Renaissance
11th of March, 2025.