I’m thinking of starting something new alongside XM Charity Foundation.
Every month, I want to make one complete stranger a millionaire by supporting them with ₦1,000,000.
Not a giveaway.
It has to be someone genuinely in need who is already running a small business but lacks the capital to grow.
I believe one opportunity can change a life, a family, and even a community.
I’m still working on the details, but this is something I’m seriously considering.
Insha’Allah.
2022 - Session with @OfficialRhaffy crafting @wearestclaire’s first project, our collab EP “Love Lane”. This is Track 5, “Don’t Wait Up” featuring @kelechief 🧡
God!! God!!!
Do you understand how much happened to those ladies! It was more than the assault, it was the mob!!!!
They were mobbed like criminals!!!
Pure beastial vigor unleashed on them, in droves!
Can you even picture the horror???
A hand reaches for your breast. You try to swat it away, but two more are already there. You realize you can’t fight them all, so you stop attacking and go into a desperate, frantic defense. You cross your arms tightly over your chest, trying to shield your own body from a drive of invaders. You are a fortress under siege.
But that does nothing.
Five more pairs of hands reach to rip your top. Three more are tugging at your bra, the straps digging into your shoulders. They are prying at your locked arms, trying to force your chest open, while the rest of the mob is pushing and pulling you in a dozen different directions.
You are fighting to keep your bra on, for your dignity.
Your flight response is screaming. Your legs are making a run for it even before your brain can process the path - this is pure survival now. Dignity has taken a back seat. You leap, trying to break free, but they pull. You feel your top give way, the fabric shredding, and suddenly your breasts are feeling the cool evening breeze... exposed to the eyes of these rabid drove.
You are using every ounce of feminine strength, against all these pure masculine energy fueled by the frenzy of a mob and lust… just to keep your arms wrapped around yourself. You’re trying to keep your balance things are happening faster than you can process. You realize you’re losing, so you drop. You collapse into a fetal position on the ground, trying to become as physically small as possible. To disappear.
But before you even hit the ground, hands grab the waistband of your jeans. The fabric is trapped between their grip and your skin. They pull. You feel the denim and the lace of your underwear fold into a brutal, agonizing wedgie between the lips of your vagina - the searing burn of the friction as they tug.
And you’re confused because you didn’t steal, you did kill… you were just a woman, commuting.
I didn’t censor my words because I want it to read as uncomfortable as possible.
Because there is not a single place on earth, in all of human history, where a man has faced this type of coordinated, ritualized horror from a mob of women.
Women get raped for “culture”, they get raped as a “punishment”, they get raped for revenge, they get raped for “duty”, they get raped for “rituals”, they get raped for looking too good, for dressing too scanty, “asking for it”, for being a tease, for getting in a room with a man, for being a toddler, for being an old woman in her 70s, for daring to commute in a BRT, for daring to breathe…
God!!!!
I don’t even want context or an explanation about what the culture is. If the punishment for being outside when you’re not meant to or breaking a rule is sexual assault, may you all burn in hell
You cannot tackle false rape accusers without first tackling rape. You must be loud in your condemnation of rape before you can begin to face false rape accusers.
But you’re a fool.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but GET UP. Ask God to breathe His spirit back into you. You’ve been lying dormant for far too long. Ask Him to restore your creativity, your purpose, your joy, your love, your health, and your sound mind. You’ve slept long enough in depression, anxiety, overthinking, bitterness, loneliness, grief, brokenness, financial stress, abandonment wounds, relationship trauma, and destructive habits. Today is the last day. GET UP! Get up for your future self. Get up for your kids. Get up for the dreams God placed inside you. Get up and take your life back.