Yorubaland, or most especially Ibadanland (the land of lies and figments of the imagination) has begun to claim (in its bid to give me the label of an olodo) that I wrote none of the writings of mine scattered all across the world wide web, and that they therefore have enough justification to know me by the label “olodo.”
Ibadanland is cursed. Damned and Accursed. I mean, that even the nursery school children in that damned land are being taught to hate Ikoro Iyineleda, even in their infancy! And they have no more justification for the hatred than the fact that they see the holiness in me.
Now, they all pound their chests and gloat and howl in laughter, claiming in the imbecility of their scatter-brained lies, that none of the children of mine that are my wards and my writings sprung forth from my loins!
Enough justification, or so they then will see, for them to instantly go grab-grabbing in the lunacy of their moronic adherence to plagiarism — enough justification for the true olodos that they are to instantly go grabbing all they’ve seen me conceive on the world wide web, and claim these works of genius sprung forth from their own loins.
It is only a land of scatter-brained imbeciles like unto that which Ibadan is that will try to afix the tag “olodo” on a man that has been earning the first position in class ever since his primary school days, even up till his days in post-graduate school. From first position in primary six, along with the post given then of that of a prefect; to first position in the last period of his spent in school — during his Post-Graduate Diploma in Financial Management programme, and the post of class-representative granted unto him then also. Not to mention the highest grades in the Test of Proficiency in the English Language that is used to grant post-graduate students admission into the University of Ibadan. It is only a man like unto this that can be known as an olodo (man of failures) in Damned and Accursed Ibadanland.
See the indigenes of the land above. Already, The LORD has removed rain from their land — in almost all its entirety. Yet, they laugh their brains off still. In their imbecility, they will be laughing their folly on even after all their flesh is dead and decayed away — laughing the lunacy with which they’ll claim they have more power even than their Creator, more power even than The LORD.
— Ikoro Iyineleda; 4th of May, 2024.
