Ikoro Iyineleda
4 min readMar 29, 2023

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“Those satchet water workers at the Ilori’s residence have begun again. One of them was shouting out my ATM card password this morning, and then complaining that I always take my card along with me every time I go out - otherwise he would have robbed me; with my card and an ATM terminal, obviously.

“The rice that I bought at FoodCo, they stole it and replaced the stolen item with inferior rice. They will now be eating the rice they stole in the middle of the night, so nobody will know that they even eat at that residence - talk less of having stolen what they eat.

“The powdered milk that I bought at FoodCo, they stole half of it and left me with half exactly.

“That they enter my room and your room anytime I’m absent is now obvious, so obvious that they’ve even been bragging of being able to steal everything in your room.”

Above is all I wrote as a WhatsApp message to Mrs Folashade Modupe Sanda nee Bammeke, as an appeal against Professor Samuel A. Ilori’s house-boys; before she decided that she was once again going to imprison me in Dr Okunade’s lunatic asylum.

The last time she had me imprisoned in that lunatic asylum, I spent over three months there. During that space of time, my pet cat died — starved to death, because there was no one to feed it whilst I was locked up in a lunatic asylum.

Testimony, till we meet again.

There now are two dogs that I’m taking care of, that are in danger of dying a similar death if that evil woman once again locks me up in Dr Okunade’s lunatic asylum. Starving to death. Because there’ll be no one to take care of them.

One of those dogs is pregnant, by the way.

The last time that evil woman had me locked up in that lunatic asylum, I spent over three months there. During that space of time, a cousin and a friend of mine died — without anybody telling me anything about his death until the following year. Died, and I knew nothing of his death until the following year. Because I had been incarcerated in a lunatic asylum.

Adieu, Bayo Igbo. Till we meet again.

Now, and once again, that evil woman is bent on wasting from two weeks to over three months of my time in a lunatic asylum. All because I raised the complaints above. All because I brought forth the allegations above. Without her being moved by any of the complaints. Without her even looking into any of the allegations.

Every excuse, she gives; every straw, she grabs — to always strive to give the impression that all she has on her hands is a son with a mental health ailment.

Now, and once again, I may be spending from two weeks to over three months of my time in a lunatic asylum. All because of that ruinatic of a woman that has been hell-bent on destroying my life ever since decades ago, when she would utter words that made no sense to me then — words like unto, “Office kan l’a fe k’e lo ma a joko si.”

It is one office that we want you to go and sit down in.

Whilst all manner of acquaintances are living their lives, whilst all manner of acquaintances are dying their deaths. Whilst the University of Suffolk is waiting for my registration for a new module. Whilst my admissions advisor at the Hult International Business School is waiting for my next correspondence.

Pray, were your own son to before you raise the allegations above, were your own son to file the complaints above before you, would your first reaction be to take him to see a psychiatrist? Or to bring the accused to order.

Professor Ilori’s house-boys are even now laughing around that they thought my mother was going to come with the police. That was what they thought. But the murderous villainess decides to take me to see a psychiatrist!

Those in Nigeria with me see a middle-aged man wearily striving to make something out of his life. It is Folashade Sanda that is all the way away in the United Kingdom that will now let those with me know that I’m breaking down.

Those with me in Nigeria see a middle-aged man conscientiously striving to fulfill all righteousness concerning Psychiatry. It is now Folashade Sanda that is all the way away in the United Kingdom that will tell them I’ve not been taking my drugs.

The LORD GOD my Creator will deliver me from this evil woman.

— Ikoro Iyineleda; 28th of March, 2023.

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Ikoro Iyineleda

writer, intellectual, chartered accountant - in view, consultant psychiatrist - in view, professor in Psychiatry - in the making.