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From Where The Vultures Are Gathered by TheIkoro(m): 11:06am On Aug 21, 2014 |
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. |
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