On The Frauduria You Know As Nigeria

Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.
- The Bible.

I went to the office of MTN Nigeria at Idi-Ape in Ibadan on the twenty-second of December, 2017. I did not know how to load air-time on my laptop, and therefore I would that their customer service do this for me. I was directed to a young man in his twenties, in seat number two (I didn't quite get his name). I gave him two scratch cards to load for me, each one worth a thousand naira. He loaded a thousand, and kept a thousand for himself. I did not find this out until I got home.

It was not until I got home and I sought to check the balance of air-time on my laptop that I found out that I had been duped. I called the MTN office - called the same chap that was supposed to have loaded the cards for me - and he had the audacity to tell me that one of the scratch cards I had handed over to him to load had already been used before being handed over. When I insisted that both cards had not been used before being handed over to him, he had the effrontery to ask me what I intended to do about it. I hung up on him.

When a lot of Nigerians (most especially the deluded Nigerian masses that refer to themselves in Yorubaland as "ara ilu") complain about the fraudulent excesses of their leaders, I always laugh at their hypocrisy. Jesus would have told such as they, "Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at your leaders." For which Nigerian leader rose out of a vacuum? Which Nigerian leader did not rise out of the same fraudulent excesses of a society that is now attempting to vilify him as a fraudulent leader?

The truth has to be told. The only reason Nigerian leaders are so corrupt is that the Nigerian society itself is very corrupt. The Nigerian system is corrupt, the Nigerian culture is corrupt, the Nigerian traditions are based on corruption. The country always blames its leaders, yet the entire society wallows in fraud and dishonesty. But why is this so?

Twenty-third of December, 2017; and hordes of supposedly Moslem adherents gathered round my neighbourhood in Bodija, in Ibadan (between the hours of five in the morning till about half-past six) to brag to the entire neighborhood through public address systems of how they had used the head of a certain Ikoro Iyineleda to learn the English Language. Just the morning of the day before then, during a Christian night vigil held in my compound, a Christian pastor had bragged affectionately of a fellow pastor that had done the same thing - used the head of Ikoro Iyineleda to learn the English Language. Those Moslems - stark-illiterates, mostly - were speaking the Queen's English with impeccably refined accents; and they had the gall to brag to the neighbourhood that this was as a consequence of their having fed on the mind of Ikoro Iyineleda. And that is why it is so. That is why the Nigerian system thrives on fraud and corruption. Laziness. For the average Nigerian is just too lazy to actually work hard to earn a living, attain success, and make his mark in the world. Rather, he is permanently looking for short-cuts to success. That is why the fraud. That is why the dishonesty. That is why the corruption.

Those Moslem scavengers pounding their chests in pride before Bodija, over their "achievement," could have gone to school to improve their English - but they didn't. Rather, they preferred to feed on a human being's mind. That young chap at MTN Nigeria could have decided to work hard for every kobo he spent. After all, doesn't MTN pay well? But, no! From defrauding MTN customers, he is obviously going to graduate to defrauding MTN itself; and, if given the opportunity, he will go on from there to becoming the President of the country so he can then embezzle billions. Yet, from the "suffering" masses to the privileged elite (from the Moslem cannibals and the Christian vulture to the dubious young fraudster at MTN) all Nigerians point accusing fingers at their leaders and gleefully scream, "Corrupt!"

"You hypocrite," saith Jesus unto them. "First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your leader's eye."

I personally find the hypocrisy so obnoxious it is almost amusing. I would not call Nigeria by the name "Frauduria" were only its leaders fraudulent and corrupt. But the average Nigerian has been too blinded by the log in his own eye to see this. The average Nigerian holds up its leaders as scapegoats to be pummelled for the crime of corruption that the entire nation wallows in. How appalling! How revolting!! How disgusting!!!

Laziness! That is why the fraud and corruption. Laziness!! That is why fraud and corruption is so deeply imbued in the Nigerian psyche. Laziness, like I have noted above. That is why the Yoruba man will say, "O o le da a je" - You cannot eat it alone. He would rather prefer to do nothing with his own hands and eat yours with you, than eat out of that which he sweated honestly for. That is why the lazy "ara ilu" cannot help but applaud and grovel before such as the Moslem scavengers, and lick the feet of such as the dishonest chap at MTN; that they may then receive a few tit-bits in return. Ever sycophants, all others apart from those that can grant them hand-outs are deemed lazy. And since "Easy come, easy go" is the major nature of money, only those that derived wealth from dishonesty can give such hand-outs out. And the lazy masses, ever hankering after the hand-outs that only the fraudulent and the dishonest can give them, will then call a genuinely hard-working man, "lazy" - because he is unable to grant them such hand-outs. That is the irony of life in Frauduria. A nation indeed ruled by the father of lies.

"You are of your father the Devil," saith The Christ unto them. "And your will is to do your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and has nothing to do with the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks according to his own nature, FOR HE IS A LIAR AND THE FATHER OF LIES."

That is Nigeria for you. That is Frauduria for you. A nation indeed ruled by the father of lies.

I was on an okada one day, in the year 2017 (just a few months or less ago) when one of the riff-raff nit-wits that are always monitoring my life in Ibadan (a town better known as Ikadan) passed by on another okada. As he was driven by, he said of me to no one in particular, "This one too wants to write a novel." And he shook his head in disdain.

I was walking along the street beside my house in New Bodija, in Ikadan, on Christmas Day of this year; when a car drove by, jam-packed with certain people. As it drove by, one of those in the car - a certain middle-aged woman - said derisively, laughing out loudly, obviously referring to me, "We too went to university oh." And the others in the car also joined in her derisive laughter.

Because I prefer to sit down at home and work on a novel than engage in their ambitionless irresponsibility, the lazy Nigerian "ara ilu" will say I am "lazy.". Because I prefer to face a Masters programme at the university than engage in fraud, the dishonest Nigerian elite will say I'm "not smart." But, of course, were I to have embezzled public funds just like James Ibori, were I to be a rich thug like Lamidi Adedibu, both the lazy buffoon on that bike and the lazy fools in that car would be amongst the first to gather in front of my house every morning with cries of "Baba rere, baba ke." I have even overheard some of them claiming they would be shouting, "Baba rere, baba ka." Others have said they would be screaming, "Baba rere, baba ro." That is Nigeria for you. That is Frauduria for you. A nation of lazy sycophants of the fraudulent and the corrupt. That is where its culture stems from. That is where its traditions rear out of. Laziness. Leading to fraud, corruption, crime, and a host of other ills.

I doubt whether I was ever a Nigerian. That I was ever a citizen of Frauduria? Frauduria, be damned! Listen to thy anthem.....

Frauduria, they hail thee;
their own dear corrupt land.
Though crime and con may differ,
in corruption they stand.
Fraudurians are proud to dupe
their own fraudulent land.

- Ikoro Iyineleda. December, 2017.

Pyranting: Water And Great Ife

Only GOD will not allow a disease to break out in Obafemi Awolowo University very soon, what with the frequent lack of water in the school. Hostels stink of urine, faeces, and unflushed toilets; and the sight of students carrying kegs and buckets to go and fetch water from distances extremely far from their rooms is a common though unfortunate phenomenon. Where the University of Ibadan is bragging of being not only the highest rated university in Nigeria {according to the latest rankings, which places it as the first Nigerian university to be listed in the first one thousand universities in the world} but of also having its own solar-generated supply of electricity very soon; Obafemi Awolowo University most often cannot supply electricity to its teeming population of students, and to supply water for it is an ill-placed impossibility. Great Ife! When will you stop exclamations of your name resembling exclamations of "NEPA!"? When will you live up to the hope we had in you when we placed our first choice of applications into university as Oba Awon University?

Labour And The Laughing Ajimobi

The long-overdue strike action called forth by the labour movement over the current delay in the payment of salaries, pensions and allowances in Oyo State has come and gone. The strike action (which was a culmination of the arrest and detention of labour leaders protesting the alleged sale of certain public schools by the Oyo State government, and the protest by high school students over the same alleged sale) has turned out to be a complete failure.

What has labour won for the workers after almost two months of strike action?

The payment of two months’ salary arrears – which has still not been paid, as at today. The uncertainty as to whether salaries (which have not been paid once to high school teachers, this year) will be paid when due, after the promised two months of arrears have been paid – if indeed the promised is paid. And the long series of apologies with which the public has had to give in to the demands of the deluded governor of the state, who has demanded apology after apology – from that by parents of the high school students who were protesting the alleged sale of their schools, to that by the All Nigerian Conference of Principals of Secondary Schools (ANCOPSS), to that which now has to be made both by the students and the staff of the schools that were involved in the demonstration of their fundamental human rights by protesting an action by the state government that will affect both their lives and the lives of their parents. Plus – labour has won also – the uncertainty as to whether the schools mentioned above will still and indeed be sold.

What has labour won for the workers of Oyo State? Nothing! – most especially for high school teachers.

The governor of the state, Abiola Ajimobi (who is a perfect epitome of sit-tight dictators) has managed to have his way, despite two months or less of sitting down at home by workers in the state. That the above-mentioned schools will still be sold by his government is an almost certain certainty. And that salaries will still not be paid in Oyo State when due is an even more certain certainty. The labour movement of Oyo State (who were amply backed by their national counterparts) have turned out to be a shame on the workers of the state. And the dictator governor and his oppressive regime are laughing at them all.

-          Ikoro Iyineleda

Oba Akinyele Memorial High School

Bashorun, Ibadan.

A Word Out Of Frauduria: Professor Sanda....The Anti-Ikoro

That I have no father today is one of the reasons behind this generation being the most accursed of all generations that has ever been. That I have a vile and irresponsible mother - if truly and indeed I have a mother alive today - is another one of the reasons. For the Scriptures have stated explicitly to those that believe they have power (regardless of whatsoever power they may or they may not believe themselves to have) that they should:

"Give justice to the weak and the fatherless...."

and most especially to the fatherless. Because even a full-grown man without a father will be as weak, as afflicted, as destitute, and as needy as I have for over two decades been - as the widow and the girl-child that the vile Hypocrisy of this most accursed of all generations continues to blare all its trumpets over expending charity on. And I am in all its entirety certain that I cannot be as weak and as afflicted and as destitute and as needy as I am today, had I a father alive.

Yet, that is not the only reason behind my God having had this Word come about - and I now will explain why it came about with the title above. Because, that I have no father today is a Truth that is obvious to any discerning mind but that of the gross Hypocrites that allowed the most vile atrocity that could have ever come about in the history of Mankind to come about. Yet, whether I indeed have a father alive today or not - or whether the man that sired Adedotun Sanda is waging a war on Ikoro Iyineleda all because of the shameless hussy that he calls his second wife - is that which I am presently not too certain of. Thus, I know the man that would I call him "father" as Professor Sanda - rather than as the Professor Muyiwa Sanda that is the earliest name I can attribute to the man that is supposed to have sired me; or as the Professor A. O. Sanda, or as the Professor Akinade Olumuyiwa Sanda that are the names that came about later. And thus the title of this Word. For, that there is only one professor in the family of the Sandas is that which Professor Sanda has very proudly reiterated quite often; is that which makes it obvious to all but the fool, the blind, and the hypocrite who it is I am referring to when I place the title before the name (regardless of whether or not the name come with Muyiwa, or Akinade, or A. O.) and is that which makes it apparent one of the major reasons behind Professor Sanda being, today, The Anti-Ikoro. For no one else in his family must ever become a professor. As far as he is concerned.

I do not want to start listing all the reasons behind my belief that Professor Sanda is The Anti-Ikoro. Although one has already been stated, if thou canst think. And, again although, I have to briefly explain why I believe my mother to be one of the most obvious epitomes of irresponsibility that this generation has alive today. Because, when a woman has a son that is facing such difficult and severe challenges that he is like unto an Uri'ah the Hittite in "the forefront of the hardest fighting;" and her only response to his predicament is not only the attempts at abortion with which women favour their pregnancies when it is a threat to either their ambitions or their lives - as she has already stated:

"Should fire be burning thee and burning thy child, it is that which is on thee that thou brushes off first:"

that being her excuse for not lifting a finger or uttering a word concerning an atrocity even more vile than the crucifixion of The Christ; an atrocity that rose out of the emasculation that gives the F for Fraud, F for Fool, F for Failure with which The Fools believe justifiable The Fraud that would have "Prince" Seye Sanda be remembered only with a few aphorisms credited to him, placed on the obituary published for his burial - a few only, out of the myriad of words that he may have written before his death; and that were most probably plundered of him, as was sought to be plundered of him the house that he built with the sweat of a Master's degree from the United States of America: all despite which both The Fool and The Fraud would he be known a coward, a loser, a lazy man; all these being the excuse of the most shameless mother that has ever been for refusing to sponsor a post-graduate education, and for hearkening unto The Fool that had it said of her - again and again:

"And when his family heard it, they went out to seize him, for people were saying, 'He is beside himself;' "

this being the excuse of a coward and a lazy woman that refused to open her mouth for the speechless, even when he be her son; a coward and a shameless woman that would rather say - rather than open her mouth for the rights of a son that is left unjustly desolate:

"Brother Ikoro, thou art beside thyself. Thy great rubbish is turning thee mad."

No, when that being not her only response; but when she adds unto that the thorough irresponsibility that has her be an idler, "gadding about from house to house;" and not an idler only but a gossip and a busybody also, saying what she should not: then it is obvious to the good and the righteous the reason I say unto her,

"Many women have done excellently,
and thou art a shame unto them all."

Yet, this Word is not about the woman that is such a most obvious epitome of irresponsibility. This Word is about the man that is such a most obvious epitome of hatred for The Ikoro that I have decided to know him as The Anti-Ikoro: a man that so continues to deceive himself that

"How can GOD know?
Is there knowledge in The Most High?"

that he believes even the tears of genuine remorse is all that is needed for me to forgive him an evil even more heinous than the cunning that slew Uri'ah the Hittite.

Like I have said above, I do not intend to start listing all the reasons behind my making statements like unto that above. I will list most of the reasons with the book I am presently working on; that I have decided should go by the name, "The Omase Culture." But I will give a reason justifiable enough for me to congratulate Prince Samuel Adedoyin today for having dismissed The Anti-Ikoro from his service at the Oduduwa University in Ile-Ife. Because when a man is as ruthlessly fraudulent as Professor Sanda is, only a university that has no right to lay claim to being a citadel of intellectual excellence will employ as lecturer a man like unto he that claims to be my father.

I have written enough on the pages of Facebook, Blogger, Nairaland, and more; for those that are acquainted with my Word to know I not only write, but my writings are inspired by GOD my Creator. Of that which I have written, and kept in my room; over one thousand pages, approximately - and, probably even more - have been plundered of my work; not only after the illiterate imbecile that is second wife to The Anti-Ikoro said of me,

"We will plunder him of his books;"

not only due to The Hatred that has Professor Sanda be the most gross epitome of a priest and a Levite in this most accursed of all generations; saying "Behold, I know it not" concerning the most grievous atrocity that has ever wreaked calamity on any human being - even though the human being be indeed his son; and therefore one that should be neither weak, nor afflicted, nor destitute, nor needy: had he truly a father that cared - but mostly due to the gross display of dishonesty that has him plunder me of even the prayers written by me to have me ascertain that which I say when I cry out unto my God. As though GOD can ever have anything to do with prayers derived from another person's pain and anguish.

Men that are indeed intellectuals will know that I can never forgive him; and all it takes to know is for a doctorate student to imagine being robbed of the products of his Ph.D. thesis, or even for an undergraduate to imagine being robbed of the fruits of his final year examinations. Men that are of GOD will be even more certain that Professor Sanda truly is indeed The Anti-Ikoro - for how can one that comes in peace plunder of even written prayers?! And thus of him I say today - despite all the cunning with which he would that he eat his cake and even then have it, with which he would that he destroy my life and even then have me be known his son - to him today I say:

"I hate thee with a perfect hatred,
I count thee my enemy."

Those that know both The Ikoro that was Adedotun Sanda and The Anti-Ikoro that is Professor Sanda will know that they have to choose between the one and the other. It is either thou art gathering with me, or thou art scattering with him. Those that did not know now know; and therefore they have no longer an excuse for saying of the evil wrought by the hands of Professor Sanda,

"Behold, we know it not."



concluded.

A Labourer Deserves His Wages; The Nigerian Labourer Does Not!

"A labourer deserves his wages," is that which Paul would that I know. And he gave his reason, deduced from the teachings of Moses....

"Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn."

For an ox that is treading out the corn is working, and whilst it is working thou art not to prevent him from feeding.

However, because the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel; the righteousness of Moses had to state not only with spoken, but also with written word:

Thou shalt not muzzle an ox whilst it is working.

For the wicked - when unrestrained - will shew absolutely no mercy unto a human being, not to talk of an animal.

And therefore, it is understandable to hear the folly set in many high places lament over the evil they always would they see under the sun, and the error they always would it proceed from the ruler - the folly that wreaks that evil, and that has that error proceed: with the slaves that it perches on horses; whilst the rich sit in a low place, and the princes walk on foot like slaves. It is understandable to have the fool lament the forty per cent of Africans that he claims live in poverty-stricken slums.

"Everywhere in Africa," says Vice-President Yemi Osinbajo; guest-lecturer at the Dorcas Oke Hope Alive Initiative 12th Foundation Day annual public lecture in Ikadan, Oyo State. "Life is a living hell for slum dwellers." (Sunday Tribune; 1st of November, 2015).

And the word I use is fool. For had the fool not been suffering from the symptoms of a belly that has always been too full to know wickedness and evil, it would have no sympathy for the poverty-stricken that live in slums just because of their poverty - however abject.

I have absolutely no sympathy for them - most especially for those of them that live in Nigeria. Because, when men like David and Professor Osinbajo make statements like that which the latter made, in favour of the poor; like that which the former made, with a vast number of word like unto that which saith,

"Deliver the poor and the needy: rid them out of the hand of the wicked;"

they knew not that the poor can be (and they very often are) as viciously wicked as the oppressive antics of the rich and the powerful are known to be.

I have walked past children born into a lower status than I was, rejoicing over the low status I presently live in; with the following words:

"We have killed a professor's son."

I have had cause to notice the means by which such children - and their parents - make a clear demarcation between that which they are, and that which I am; despite the fact that my financial status is presently as lowly as theirs - all because (to use their very own words) I am not like unto them.

"Iru wa" are the exact words that they usually use, with which they would that I know I am not "iru won."

And thus the wickedness and the evil that I have suffered in their hands, that makes me realise that the Nigerian labourer does not deserve his wages - because he does not work. He lives his life to carry out wickedness and evil; he actually prefers the wickedness and the evil to a genuine striving after wealth - even if dishonest wealth. And the example of transport workers is the most typical example I can give.

I have spent over two hours on the same spot in Ikadan, waiting for a transport vehicle to take me from one end of the accursed town to another - only to have the supposedly working taxi-drivers and okada riders drive haughtily past me, even when with no passengers. Where other businessmen run up and down the land, honestly looking for the customers with which to have their businesses thrive; the proletariat ignore all such potential customers - most especially when they are of the emasculated elite: all because of the wickedness that has such customers be deemed unworthy; all because of the envy that had secondary school students say of me,

"I will not cry. It is Mr. Sanda that will cry;"

and again, of me:

"Let Ikoro cry and die;"

and even yet again, of me:

"We have killed a professor's son!"

all because of envy like unto that which has it written of Jesus,

"But they, when they were departed, spread above his fame in all that country;"

and, again:

"But he went out, and began to publish it much, and to blaze abroad the matter; insomuch that Jesus could no more openly enter into the city, but was without in desert places;"

despite the words with which he would they "See thou tell no one;" by saying:

"See thou say nothing to any man: but go thy way, shew thyself to the priest, and offer for thy cleansing those things which Moses commanded, for a testimony unto them;"

that it may be then written:

"and Jesus straitly charged them, saying, See that no man know it;"

and, again:

"And he charged them that they should tell no man: but the more he charged them, so much more a great deal they published it."

All that the wickedness they had woven out of their cunningly conceived plots may have him overstep the boundaries that gave neither they nor Herod the need for an excuse with which to have him slain.

I tell you, my dear brethren: one of the worst calamities that can befall a man is to be cut off not only out of the land of the living (as was Jesus The Christ) but cut also off out of the socio-economic class into which he was born - most especially if it is of the elite. Because the poor will never accept him, regardless of how poverty-stricken he also is.

And thus the "son of David" that was slain by the very hands of they that he blessed not only with the words:

"Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the Kingdom of God;"

and the words also,

"Blessed are ye that hunger now: for ye shall be filled;"

but with action also, like unto that which has it written:

"And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick;"

and again, it is written:

"And Jesus, when he came out, saw much people, and was moved with compassion toward them:"

such compassion that the following words proceeded from the horse's mouth,

"I have compassion on the multitude, because they continue with me now three days, and have nothing to eat: and I will not send them away fasting, lest they faint in the way:"

the same "son of David" that felt such sympathy for the predicament of the poor that he even declared the rich accursed with the following words,

"Woe unto you that are rich! for ye have received your consolation:

"Woe unto you that are full for ye shall hunger:"

that same "son of David" is the Jesus that the "multitude" (or, to use the word most favoured by Nigerian politicians, the "masses") could eventually look upon, and say of:

"His blood be on us, and on our children;"

preferring therefore the death of a man deemed by Ikoro Iyineleda to be "righteous overmuch," even; to that of a murderer - Ba-rab'bas; "which lay bound with them that had made insurrection with him, who had committed murder in the insurrection."

I have read once before in the dailies of a housemaid that made it a point of duty to always spit into each meal she cooked for her employers. I have often wondered whether it is not an evil like unto such that had me often feel nauseated after a bottle of "bottled water" - that then the wickedness of the proletariat may continue to laugh the sufferings of "Professor Sanda's son." And I made it a point of duty to therefore note on Facebook, once: that Dora Akunyuli's war against fake drugs was not a war against unscrupulous businessmen, but a war against the wickedness of the evil. Because the Nigerian labourer deserves not his wages; for he works not, but to wage war on righteousness and good. That is what he calls "work." That is all he calls "work." Rape, fraud, robbery, deceit. That the most fraudulent nation of this most accursed of all generations may be known by mine - even by the word of my prayers - to be Frauduria, rather than Nigeria.

Whether those from the same socio-economic background as I was born into would lash me with such ridicule and abuse - less than one per cent of which will grant a woman the right to divorce her husband, in more civilised societies - that I will be known even amongst students in primary school as either "This one," or even "This thing;" is that which I am yet to know. But I do know that I have been labelled neither "Eleyi" nor "Kiniyi" by friends on Facebook. Those are the words with which even colleagues know me in the accursed public secondary school wherein I teach as one bereft of the socio-economic background into which he was born - wherein I wept the deaths of those of them that have not lived to see this hour.

David knew not enough about the wickedness and the evil of the poor. And neither did Jesus. And neither, obviously, does Professor Yemi Osinbajo. But David knew enough to say of his enemies:

"They rewarded me evil for good, to the sorrow of my soul.

"But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

"I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

"But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear at me, and ceased not;

"With hypocritical mockers at feasts, they gnashed at me with their teeth."

That is the long and short of the life I have lived as a poverty-stricked in the midst of the poverty-stricken. An afflicted; being struck left, right, and centre by the abuse (be it with rape, fraud, robbery, denial; and the inflicting, even, of anguish by the hands of supposedly mere derision and disdain) of even those very supposedly "down-trodden" that David sang so eloquently of, that Jesus lived so mercifully for, that Professor Osinbajo spoke so passionately for. The poverty-stricken due to whom "Osinbajo urged an aggressive fight against poverty." (Sunday Tribune; 1st of November, 2015). That one of their children may then sing of me - one, even, of their children in primary school: one, even; and with both joy and glee:

"We have killed a professor's son."

I have written once before, though not with the same words: It is not the sufferings of a man - that comes often with poverty - that has a man be deemed righteous by GOD. Rather, it is the anguish that accompanies the sufferings - when he indeed is righteous. And thus the moral decadence that is a characteristic feature of even poverty-stricken slums. And thus the stern principles by which even a wealthy Wole Soyinka or Obafemi Awolowo can live. And thus the word which I say unto A Free Ni Nu Ika:

O Free Ni Inu Ika Ti E. Thy labourer desrves not his wages. For he works not, but when at wickedness and evil.





concluded.

The very girl that only just a couple of days ago was boasting to a friend that “I am going to do ‘lesmanism.’ A woman just called me on the internet,” is the same girl that today can look at me with the distaste women favour male suitors with – merely because I stepped into her shop to make enquiries. Thus she found a woman that she had neither even seen nor ever even met before more sexually attractive than a member of the opposite sex standing right before her!! What Perversion rules the heart of Woman is that which makes me look at her depraved gender with a billion-fold the same distaste. And what makes it even more repulsive are the twin evils of Double Standards and Gross Hypocrisy that usually accompanies that Perversion.