This is the fake Joy Beauty Bar soap that I bought recently at ShopRite in Akure, in Ondo State.

"Soft Glow," says the words on the label. "With Aloe Vera & Coconut Oil."

And I've used it to take a one-hour bath, even as a one-hour bath is my daily wont; and I in absolutely no way smell of either aloe vera or coconut oil.

"Ara ile eni l'ota eni."

Words of wisdom from even the infinitely foolish Yoruba tribe.

And what does the Jesus Christ that is just as foolish have to say on the issue of family and enmity?

"And a man's enemies will be the members of his own household."

Words of wisdom even from The Christ that was foolish enough to stray away from his worship of The LORD.

Thus, that which I began to notice within a day after my sister (Adedoyin Iretioluwa Ayeni nee Sanda) uttered the following words from the astral sphere with which she and my mother and the evil that is bedfellows with the two of them use to monitor my life,

"K'o ti e le gb'ebe oshe."

(He cannot get even the begging of soap).

Ever since those words were uttered, I have noticed that I in no way smell as though I have taken a bath - even after the hour each day that I use to take my bath.

And the soap that I was using also - before I bought the packet of Joy Beauty Bar soap that has a specimen pictured above - no longer has the smell, in absolutely any way whatsoever, even of soap.

To that dementedly evil sister of mine, this is that which I have to say - and I have said it again and again for over a decade.........

"L'aiye, l'Orun, l'abe ile,
mi o ni gba
ebe."

But I have noticed that there are truly those whose brains are decayed. There're truly those whose brains stink - because the brains died a long while ago, though they on their own part even yet live.

Thus, when I say that brains flee some people - obviously, desperately - rather than dwell within their ears and be therefore subject to their imbecility, it's because those brains realise that as subject to their imbecility they will perish. And end up as nothing but a decaying mass of stinking flesh.

And therefore, the imbeciles - they whose brains have either long since fled their skulls, or they whose brains have perished into a putrid stench - that believe that because I bought a meal of three or four thousand naira at an eatery, or because I bought a packet of soap at ShopRite, I have in effect accepted the begging of both that eatery and of ShopRite.

That's the demented lunacy that rules Yorubaland - a nation that believes it can plunder of me so much, and deprive me of so much; and then get away with it all by begging me!

I Laugh. In Masculinism.

That all these lunatics can believe I'll be so, cheap! as to accept their begging.

And when their lunacy clears off their empty skulls enough for them to be able to think just a little itty-bitty clearly, they then strive to impose their desperate begging upon me.

That's how the issue of rape came about. To the extent where I today believe that at least two women (both Christian, and both Yoruba) have a child each for me. To the extent where I can hardly spend five minutes asleep - be it in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, or at night - without being raped by all manner of despicably perverted Nigerians, be they male or female, be they children even. Because the numbskulls set in the many high places of this generation must be made to believe that I have accepted all the begging of a shamelessly ignoble generation, even if it is by believing I was doing nothing with my life but sowing wild oats around.

And that's why, even when I spend my money on a product - be it good or service - the fact that I bought that product implies that I accepted the begging of the seller. Or so the more runs that rule this generation appear to be always made to believe.

And therefore, back once again to my sister's words,

"K'o ti e le gb'ebe oshe."

And back once again to the fake product pictured above.

Study the word "Joy" carefully. Look at the shaky, crooked figures. It’s not merely a case of the stench of the soap, after I’ve taken my bath. Can an industry that has been around for decades, as of today - I was buying Joy Beauty Bar soaps even as a child, and I’m going to be fifty-one years old this year - can such an industry come out with such a product?

Certainly not. This bar soap obviously was made by the demented illiterates that have been stalking me all over the world for almost thirty years as of today, at the behest of the envious Herods set in their many high places.

Decades ago, when Professor Dora Akunyili still was alive, I wrote a couple of times or a little bit more often on the issue of fake drugs. I stated that the war that Professor Akunyili waged upon peddlars of fake drugs was not a war on mere criminals, but a war on the evil that most probably eventually took her life. Because peddlars of fake products (be the product a drug, or whatever other) do not make or sell these products for just anyone.

They sell them to the righteous emasculated in the land. To the innocent weaklings that don't have anyone but GOD to cry out unto. For the evil that sells products like these are sworn enemies of The Righteous LORD.

Thus, the evil like unto my sister - that would not that I even "gb'ebe oshe." That would not that I buy even genuine soap products.

For I am of The LORD. And evil like unto her are ever against The LORD.

Arise, O Masculinism, and say,

"We are of The LORD."

By The Grace of our Creator. In The Name of The LORD.

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

The LORD our God,

The LORD Is GOD.

- Ikoro Iyineleda; 7th of January, 2025.