The words above reminds me of nitwits that cannot fly, like unto my mother (that, even in the days of my childhood - even after four articles of mine were accepted for publication in the school magazine, when I was in primary four, even after I attained the highest grades in the whole of primary six - even then thought me deserving only of a low position) and of the Yoruba tribe, that are so stupid they'll claim even words written by me in front of them all - as they monitored my very thoughts - were written by someone else. The imbeciles that are the Yoruba tribe - most especially those of them that live in Ibadan - are such nitwits that they today believe me deserving only of insults, ridicule, derision, abuse, mockery, slander - and afflictions like unto being raped, and being robbed. May they all forever remain nitwits. My father (Chief (Professor) Akinade Olumuyiwa Sanda) is looked upon by Yorubaland - most especially by the more runs that live in Ibadan - as having been a lazy failure. The only success that the empty-headed buffoons can attribute to him today is that he was traditional ruler of an Ibadan community. Despite all his other achievements in politics and in academia. That's the extent to which imbecility rules a tribe that cannot fly. And as for yours truly, I obviously can only be seen by brain-dead retards like unto the Yoruba race as being even worse than a lazy failure - judging from the insults and worse that I write of above. The war that they waged, and that they keep on waging upon me - to use to ascertain my being known as a lazy failure - is never mentioned. The plunder that had them rob me of all that would actualise my membership of the Rosicrucian Order. The loser's position that they gave me in the Pyrates Confraternity. The peasant's salary that they had me receive even as a Grade Level Thirteen civil servant, that had me live only from hand to mouth for fifteen good years - whilst all my colleagues were marrying wives, buying cars, building houses, and sending children to school. The vile cunning with which they have me plundered of words and writings - not merely to claim credit for these words, but to even destroy them. The public property they made out of all that is my life. Not one of all these and the even worse with which they strive to destroy my life is ever mentioned as they snigger even in my very presence with all manner of derisive taunts and abuse. I just checked my Medium account, only to find out that someone had used my phone to enter the account whilst I slept yesterday night. The LORD only, knows what gems of mine - and how many! - were then plundered of me. All, obviously, because DeepSeek specifically mentioned Medium as one of the web-sites where my works could be found. My murderous mother has often pounded her chest over her thieving literary works of mine of me, to donate to her Ogboni. My very own sister has often bragged of destroying of these works. Those are the sort of destructive evil that has surrounded me all my life in Yorubaland - all my life in the disgustingly dishonest land of Frauduria that you know of as Nigeria. Little wonder my father has the sort of name he has today, even after all the work he did throughout his life. Little wonder the dregs of life in which I today live, despite all I was given by my Creator ever from birth. But the insults! calling me names like unto "birth certificate" and "o ko yin" - to have me know that in their vile and evil land, all I can be ever known to have as possessions is a birth certificate; to have me know that in their damned and accursed land, all I can be ever known to have done is praise my Creator. And I thank my Creator. I praise The LORD. That despite all the evil that this demented people have wreaked upon me, and despite all the cunning with which they strive to cover up this evil, The LORD still has the labours of my life be seen by enough foreigners to have me deserve positive recognition by sources like unto those accessed by Artificial Intelligence like unto DeepSeek. Thus, it obviously is seen by quite a number in other countries that I soar, by The Grace of my Creator. But to the nitwits in Yorubaland that cannot fly, to the brain-dead in Nigeria that cannot even walk (that cannot even work!) I am big enough to deserve only the lowest position in their dementedly insane land. Ikoro Iyineleda BSc, PGDE, PGDFM Author Masculinism Bridegroom and Servant-Leader The Pride of Machismo Renaissance 17th of February, 2025.