By Yahaya Balogun
In a disheartening twist of events that has captured the attention of our world, I unveiled my thoughts in my poignant essay published yesterday, November 16, 2025. There, I prophesied that the embattled Ọ̀ṣọkọmole would respond to the ceaseless tirades launched by Mr. Tortoise, and to no one’s surprise, my prediction has come to fruition. His response, a tumultuous concoction of sour Kool-Aid mixed with sharp words, has proven my instincts right yet again.
Let us be crystal clear: Osokomole is no mere unserious name; he is unequivocally Ọmọ Ọkọ, distinguished from the unfortunate label of Omo Àlè. However, it’s disheartening to witness the actions of these two frail old geese as they continue to tarnish the revered tenets of the Yorùbá concept of Ọmọlúwàbí—an ideal that speaks to integrity, respect, and the deep-rooted values of our culture.
As proud Yorùbá individuals, we find ourselves with dirty linens laid bare for all to see, thanks to these garrulous old geese. It’s jarring to observe an elder reveling in self-importance, belittling another at a birthday gathering meant to honor the life of a younger yet equally venerable ‘goose.’ Such arrogance can only be described as that of a man who has urinated against the direction of the very wind he ought to respect. This brewing quarrel between a wayward son and his ireful father is far from over; rather, it has ignited a lingering rancor that will loop through their lives like a relentless tempest.
For those passionate and pragmatic Yorùbá souls who bore witness to this veritable circus of familial rivalry—where Mr. Tortoise mercilessly insulted Osokomole at what should have been a jubilant celebration—you must feel an ache of embarrassment and shame at the behavior exhibited by these two elderly figures.
Interestingly, the tangled lineage of these tempestuous and embattled family men is not a mystery; their individual lingering family feud is well known to the public. Hence, I am not surprised by the poorly crafted and disgraceful rebuke issued by Osokomole in response to Mr. Tortoise’s provocations. It seems Mr. Tortoise, with ruthless finesse, managed to steal the limelight from the very day that should have belonged to Osokomole.
In this drama, even the culinary offerings are caught in the crossfire; the savory jollof rice served by Irúnmọlẹ̀ is emblematic of Ọmọ Ọkọ, not the ignoble Ọmọ Àlè. What a surreptitious disgrace it was for Ọ̀ṣọkọmọlẹ̀’s family and wife to endure such a betrayal on what should have been a day of celebration—an act of vengeance orchestrated by none other than the vindictive Mr. Tortoise.
Alas, the world of Ọ̀ṣọkọmọlẹ̀ was dragged through the mud yesterday by the relentless barbs of Mr. Tortoise. It is almost certain that we have not witnessed the last of Ọ̀ṣọkọmọlẹ̀’s poorly seasoned and toxic retorts, now soaked in vituperation, as he attempts to retaliate against the grandstanding antics of Mr. Tortoise.
So, please, bring me my plate of guguru with sweet Kool-Aid drinks because the circus spectacle has only just commenced. Predictably, I suspect that we will soon be graced with lengthy offerings of insultive letters from Mr. Tortoise highlighting the oddities of this old duo. Their circus shows will definitely keep this drama alive and swirling in our midst! Are you embarrassed?
Stay tuned for an unfolding saga that promises to expose even more layers of this familial farce and faces!
Yahaya Balogun wrote from Arizona, United States of America.