For the past two decades, at the very least, if not for an even longer period of time; Ibadan (be it of residents, or of indigenes; be it of family, or of "friends" has been waiting for my death. It has never had anything to give me but who it would have bury me, despite all that it has ever plundered of me - be it via rape, or fraud, or robbery, or worse.

Even as it is written,

"My enemies say of me in malice:
'When will he die, and his name perish?' "

Even so do I therefore wipe the dust of the accursed land of Ibadan off my feet, as a testimony against the land that has nothing to give me but my death, and my consequent burial.

And let this be known to all that is Masculinism, that nothing that is of Ibadan can ever be of Masculinism: be it in this age, or in the age to come; be it in Heaven, or on earth, or under the earth.

Ikoro Iyineleda (December, 2018).