*I HATE My Mother* As from today, I'll begin to put down those of the words of Folashade Modupe Sanda nee Bammeke concerning me - to remind myself of the evil she is, and of the deserved hatred that is all she can get from me. 1) yesterday (or was it this morning, 17th of May, 2025?) she boasted - and not for the first time either - of being of those that have been plundering and destroying of the children of mine that are my words and my writings: be they softcopy or hardcopy; be they of those supposedly flowering safely in my room, or those scattered all over the world wide web. It won't be the first time I'll become acquainted with the fact that she has been wreaking this evil upon me, either. Rather, it's something I've been aware of ever before my father passed away - when she would seize the writings I wrote for my father, on the basis that she wanted to give them to my younger brother. And she would then even tell my father, to my face, that she stole the writings because she wanted to claim that my brother it was that wrote them. 2) this evening (17th of May, 2025) she boasted of being one of those that got me infected with HIV/AIDS, and gave their reason for the infection as my openly standing up for male homosexuality. 3) during the year 2021, she called me "ogun owo" (human sacrifice) to my face. 4) at least once before the year 2021 - before I retired from the Oyo State Post-Primary Schools Teaching Service Commission - she called me, "world pity." 5) she has bragged again and again of being one of those that plundered of me the Rosicrucian monographs with which I would not only have been able to defend myself against those that for almost thirty years in Nigeria have been wreaking all manner of despicable evil upon me, but with which also I obviously would have been able to make headway in life.