I can recognise now at least three different men that have walked
through my life, that I have called "Daddy," and that have sought to give
me the impression they're the Professor Sanda that sired me. The Baale,
Professor Sala, and the Dandy. Of those three, I know not one is my
true earthly father. And, thus, I can now understand why that one amongst the
three that was supposed to have been my Dad just before I
gained admission into the Obafemi Awolowo University for my first
undergraduate programme, spent his time running me around like a slave - in
a house wherein I was supposed to be heir - and even had the gall to include
in his prayers (during family prayer, right before the entire family) a request to his
God that that God should not let me gain admission into the university. This was
just after my first attempt at JAMB. This was just after I graduated from high school.
This was long before I knew the true reason behind this strange request of a supposed father
to God; that one brought up to believe him his father, that one supposed
to be his first son, may not only be a failure, but fail.

Unfortunately for them all, I secured that admission. Fortunately for them all, I
was deceived throughout my days as an undergraduate in Ile-Ife - by the cunning
that saw that war I was born to shoulder (as one whose father had obviously been
murdered whilst he was yet a bairn) into neglecting the ikuda that university admission
was supposed to grant me; that I may then not be able to avenge my father's death, ever.

Now they're all running around (be they family, or what-not) even more bent on that quest
to make sure I do not gain admission into the foreign university wherein that ikuda
might yet be granted me. They're also probably praying to their God
(as that supposed father did before my days as an undergraduate in OAU) that
I secure not that admission. Begging me so shamelessly that they even
add the word, "Please;" that I do nothing but just - in the words of she
who would I believe her to be my mother - "Sit down there!"

They felt they had deceived me with two imitations of the ikuda that are
meant to do nothing but have me "Sit down there!" They continue running around
to deceive the folly set in many high places; that one rich may sit in
a low place, that a prince may walk on foot like slave.

I continue to laugh at their folly.

Because, just like they did not stop me from securing admission
into university for an undergraduate programme on each of the three occasions I have
sought it - thus far (and, obviously, partly because there're those that know
the war I have always shouldered - whether or not I cannot wielld - as one
whose father was murdered) they will not stop me now
from securing this admission. What remains to be seen is whether the
conspiracy striving to not only cut me off out of the land of the living,
but to also strip me of the vengeance meant to be mine ever since
I was a child; will wield its cunning even on foreign soil - as
it did in Ilorin; where I was supposed to be frightened off the battle
that is life, by being given the impression it is only about bullets
and delinquent boys.

- Adedotun The Ikoro.
20th of August, 2014.

I wrote the words above on the 20th of August, 2014. I woke up,
this morning - long before the sun arose, as early as
5 A.M. - to hear the vicious Ham that (whilst masquerading as a worshipper
of GOD; be it with Christianity, or with Islam) has been pursuing me
for over a decade and more, under the guise of following me;
I woke up to hear him proclaiming to the entire neighbourhood of priests and
Levites that throng the evil of hypocrisy that is Alegongo-Akobo, that the
family of he that I first knew to be my father (being he under whose parenthood
only I can say I lived like one that has a father; being he that most
obviously sired me, being he that was most obviously murdered) that that
family has also been slaughtered. In the very same way that same Ham has been
proclaiming (within the last two weeks) that Modupe Sanda has been
slaughtered, that Gbade Sanda has been slaughtered, that Sade
Sanda has been slaughtered - that absolutely any that they believe
can stand up for me in absolutely any way has been slaughtered. In the very
same way they were gloating, months ago, over the supposed death of
Dipo Sutton by their hands - because he stood up for me. The
fools (including even the very foolish Lola Sanda that this morning - even
when supposed to be at prayer; not surprisingly, Christian
prayer - was gloating with the words, "We will beg you" - obviously
because she believes I will just "Sit down there!" In that house she has taken over,
that house built by my father; wherein I am to "Sit down there!" as
the heir that, being still a child - at forty - is no better
than a slave, even in his own father's house). Fools, including
even the very foolish Deyemo Sanda; that could utter those words,
"We are just begging you." Fools, including even the very foolish
Debayo Sanda; that could be empty-headed enough to add the word, "Please."
The fools all continue to amuse me. And they will all continue to run
around, with the mark of Cain on them, claiming they have taken
the life of everybody that stands up (or that can stand up, or
that they believe - even when they're obviously wrong - can
stand up) for me, in absolutely any way - until they
put out their hand to say they have slaughtered GOD.

And the fools will continue to gloat with the words,
"We will beg you" - even whilst celebrating the spilt blood of
matyrs for my cause with the cry of, "Goooal!!!" Mayhaps
Jesus does forgive them, as they beg him with the evil that is Christianity. I
cannot say. But this, I can say. Abel never forgave. Neither
will I.

Let them continue to deceive with their "begging."

Ni aiye, ni orun, ni abe ile;
mi o gba ebe.

And to the folly set in many high places, that continue to
judge unjustly, that continue to show partiality to the wicked;
that will neither give justice to the emasculated, nor to the
fatherless, that will not deliver them from the
hand of the wicked,

I say, "You are Gods,
sons of The Most High, all of you;
nevertheless, you shall die like men,
and fall like any prince."

- Adedotun The Ikoro.
21st of August, 2014.