I am no saint, and I have made mistakes in my life. I have my weaknesses and failings as a man, but I was never a failure at my passion, contrary to the vicious campaign of calumny mounted against me by some people for the last 2 years.
One of the things I ever did right was to initiate, develop and maintain an iconic project that served as a landmark within the real estate sector for at least two decades, before I took a bow.
After my departure, for personal reasons, my successor took to the blogosphere to hound, ridicule and diminish me with a persistent torrent of lies, half truths, outright fabrications and peurile fantasies.
I understood her bitterness at being rejected after 21 years of endurance on my part, and decided to not respond to the horrific campaign of character assassination, clearly designed to drive me to depression and perhaps cause me to decide to end it all.
I won’t lie. I was severely depressed and downcast, and probably still am. I watched in pain as friends and associates detached themselves one by one from me, some openly criticising me, and one particular beneficiary of my generosity making it her business to deride me at every opportunity, and directing the expensive media campaign against me.
Aside from delivering Caveat Emptor warnings about our business dispute to potential customers who might have thought I was still affiliated with the brand, after I discovered that a particular unsavoury character had entered the space and was supervising “acquisitions”, I kept relatively quiet.
I was called all sorts of unimaginable names, and a picture was painted of me of a lazy, good for nothing leech who LITERALLY slept all day and all night and did nothing for the business. I was called derisively, a “sleeping partner”, even in legal pleadings!!
I am conflicted now, professionally, as residents groan in silent pain at the stagnation, deterioration and decay that has happened to the project within just 2 years of the “genius” being in full charge.
EVERYTHING has fallen apart.
The serenity of the estate has been destroyed by Ibile’s thugs, who roam freely, scaring residents and their children.
A Terrorist Land-grabber, Saheed Audullahi Mosadoluwa alias Ibile, was appointed a director of Redbrick Homes International Ltd and terrorises residents with his loud convoys and armed men, forcing them off the road.
Power has reduced to 40% efficacy, so that it does not even power refrigerators anymore, and only lasts about 12 hours daily, from the 24 hours I ensured while in charge.
Street lights are no longer turned on at night, and the genius has her own personal generator and solar panels, subscribers be damned.
I will continue fighting legally through the courts, so that hopefully, someday soon, those whom I personally persuaded to invest in my dream may no longer regret their decision to do so.
If you are not the initiator of a dream, and you steal it, by whatever diabolical means, you will eventually destroy that dream, and your purchased glory, through brown envelope media and awards-for-sale, will not endure.
The truth always eventually catches up.
