know the truth and the truth shall set them free. My true colours shall
be unveiled for the world to see. Nothing shall be hidden from the
people, low or mighty. Whether poor or rich. Whether weak or powerful.
Whether connected or not. Nothing shall be hidden from them. Everything
shall be put on the table.
When 2023 comes, nothing about me shall be hidden, no matter what anyone
does. This is because under the sun, nothing could be hidden. Nothing is
actually hidden. Nothing would be hidden. Nothing should be hidden.
Nothing must be hidden. There would, should and must be sunshine on me
and everything about me, because it would be my time.
When 2023 comes, it would be the time for people to know that I attended
St. Peters Primary School, Aroloya, Victoria Island, Lagos. The world
would be informed that I also attended St. Paul’s Elementary School
Aroloya, Lagos Island, Lagos. It would be confirmed that I attended St.
John’s Primary School, Aroloya, Lagos. Nothing would be held back.
When 2023 comes, the world shall find out how my primary school (s) have
no physical address on the surface of the earth. The confusion about my
primary education would become more complicated. The truth about my
ability to operate like a spirit, attending non-existent schools shall
be told to the world. Every bit of it, every detail of it shall be
brought to the fore to sell my candidacy and convince the voters.
When 2023 comes, the world would come to know the truth that I attended
Government College, Ibadan. Yes, that is my School. That is the High
School, I attended. We call it the G. C. I. You can’t know that unless
you attended that school. Only those of us who attended that school know
that. I am very proud to be an ex- student of that school. The truth
about this part of me shall be told to the world.
When 2023 comes, you would not have to worry about the fact that I never
had a single classmate when I attended the GCI. Yes, my GCI, our GCI. A
great school. A school with great history. You would not have to worry
about the fact that when I attended the GCI, I had no Principal or Vice
Principal or Housemaster of Gamesmaster. That is part of the truth about
me, that the whole world would come to know.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know that I had no teacher
throughout my stay in the GCI. Not when I was in Form One or Form Two.
Not when I was in Form Three through Form Four to Form Five, I had not a
single Teacher. I just went through the school like a ghost, unseen,
unknown, unfelt. I was a poltergeist. I was a phantom. I couldn’t be
fathomed.
When 2023 comes, the truth about my University education shall be told
to the world. The truth about my Chicago University and or University of
Chicago shall come to be known. The sun would shine on my academic
trajectory in that wonderful city of Daley dynasty. I have appropriated
a nickname as a result of this truth. People call me “Chicago” now. It
is a nickname that I am very proud of. I have a lot of history in that
City. The world shall come to know how ambidextrous I have always been.
Chicago, that glorious city that was once trotted by Al Capone, the king
of the underworld, taught me a lot of lessons. It was a perfect place
for me to learn political chicanery and charlatanism. It is part of my
truth. It is part of what I have become, a crooked and criminal
political dealer. So far, I have proved to be a good student,
gallivanting as a gory gale across the Yorùbá Nation.
When 2023 comes, the world shall be reminded about how six governors of
the State of Illinois where Chicago calls home have been charged with
crimes during or after their governorships; four were convicted, and of
those, one Rod Blagojevich was the first to be impeached and removed
from office. The world shall know about the City when I learnt the ropes
to be so mindless and crooked. With this, everyone would appreciate how
I became a mercantilist politician, employing crooked means for criminal
political ends. I learnt in Chicago. That is why I am so successful.
When 2023 comes, the world shall be told about my escapades in the world
of medication. How I made my illicit money selling ordinary medication,
shall be brought under the klieg light for the world to see, to know and
to properly comprehend. The world shall be told how the United States
Government tried to prosecute me and how I “Plea bargained” to avoid
going to prison and forfeited some money.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know that I am the first man in
modern history to be too rich to resort to the use of bullion vans to
carry my illicit money, regardless of the fact that it is against the
law. The whole world shall come to salute me for being above the laws of
the land and being a distinguished unscrupulous political dealer. I
learnt in Chicago, remember that always.
When 2023 comes, it shall become officially pronounced that like my
heartless, greedy, soulless brother, Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire, I am
richer than the State. This is regardless of the fact that I have no
visible and verifiable means of income. The world shall come to know the
truth that I am truly the landlord of Lagos, and how I have acquired all
the properties through fraudulent means and robbing the people blind.
When 2023 comes, the world shall be regaled with the trajectory of my
name bearing, how like a chameleon, I have been changing with ease,
bearing different names at different times to suit the weather, the day
and the context. The world shall come to know about my escapades at
Kudeti in Ebonyi State. All that I ever did would be brought to the
knowledge of the world.
When 2023 comes, the world shall be told how I have subverted the moral
virtues of the Yorùbá Nation, elevating frauds and crooks like me into
limelight and political offices to fleece its people and destroy the
infrastructures. It shall be told how I have rigged elections in the
State of Oshogbo to install my nephew and intimidated the people into
silence and acquiescence.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know my true age. They would be
told how my nephew is 63 years old and his Mother, who is my immediate
older sister is three years older than me. The world shall find out that
I have been using false age all along and that everything packaged about
me has been a fraud. The world shall find out that not a strand of me
has a scintilla of truth or honesty.
When 2023 comes, it shall be told in unburnished terms, my roles in
bringing the Yorùbá Nation to its knees, making it dysfunctional with
my foot soldiers rampaging the treasuries of the Southwest States, with
the hospitals becoming slaughter slabs, industries dying, education
decaying and everything becoming disjointed, while I and my cronies get
richer.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know about my sinister plans to
destroy the House of Awo. Yes, the House that Awolowo built by hiring
professional revisionists, morally calcified, intellectually
compromised, hungry writers to attack Mrs. Dideolu Idowu Awolowo. It
shall be told to the world, how I deployed my paid media hirelings to
attack the heroes of the modem Yorùbá Nation, those who gave their
sweat, knowledge, energy and other endowments to build the Yorùbá
Nation which I am consciously and deliberately leading into slavery.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know how my cronies planted
flowers across Yorùbá land at the cost of billions to defraud the
Yorùbá people calling such, achievements. The world shall know how one
kilometer of road that cost a little over NGN 400 million in other
states was costing over NGN 1 billion in Southwest States and yet was
not durable and becoming death traps within months of its completion.
All the roles I played with the connivance of my cronies across Yorùbá
land shall come to the knowledge of the world.
When 2023 comes, it shall be told, how, because of my ambition, I have
handed my Yorùbá people into the slavery of Fulani hegemonists,
securing my place in History as a perfect replica of Afonja, the man who
caused an Emir to rule in a Yorùbá City of Ilorin instead of an Oba.
Already, I have allowed a Fulani Emir in Lagos. I have completed, by
that singular act, the subversion of the Yorùbá Nation and the
subjugation of a great race, the Yorùbá race. The world shall come to
know how I have betrayed the confidence and trust of my Yorùbá people,
over and over, by never being there for them at their greatest times of
need.
When 2023 comes, the world shall be told the truth about my willingness
to sacrifice my people, their husbands, their wives, their children,
their families for my political ambition. It shall be told, how nothing
is too sacred, how no Institutions is inviolate, how no life is
precious, how no friendship is sanctified, how no crony is indispensable
on the altar of my ambition.
When 2023 comes, the world shall come to know that no amount of blood is
too much to be spilled, no amount of destruction would be too much to
wrought on my Yorùbá people, no price would be too much to pay for my
ambition to be realized. My Yorùbá people are created for me to use
according to my whims and caprices. I don’t care for them. They know it.
They now know all the tribulations I have brought to bear on them.
When 2023 comes, my role in installing the greatest tragedy on the
Nigerian State to foster misery, tears, gnashing of teeth, hunger, want,
squalor, agony, death, insecurity, social discombobulation and entire
season of anomie shall be told to the world. Book by book, page by page,
paragraph by paragraph and line by line, all my contributions to the
destruction of social, economic and political instability of Nigeria in
general and the Yorùbá Nation in particular, shall be recorded for the
world to know.
When 2023 comes, the truth shall be told, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth about me to the world. I would make sure of that. The
world shall come to see me as truly as I am – a fraud, a liar, a fake;
duplicitous, greedy, amorphous, unreliable, untrustworthy, treacherous,
traitorous, perfidious and fatally dangerous to contemplate.
When 2023 comes, my Yorùbá people shall see me in my true colours.
They shall get to know finally that I am not worthy of their trust;
that I would always use and dump them; that I don’t care about them
except when usable for my ambition and that they have been believing in
a mirage all along. That beyond myself, I have no plans for them or
other Nigerians, whatsoever.
When 2023 comes…..
©Remi Oyeyemi