16/07/2025
Richman writes...
What a Beautiful Life, Richman
I’ve kept silent for a while, but it’s time to speak in words for a bit…. not out of a need for sympathy or attention, but from a place of truth, growth, and healing.
I’m not writing this for attention or to be in the news. I’m not writing this for notice, not for likes, not for claps, not to trend, not to blend into the chaos of the timeline.
I write with a heavy heart because it hurts the soul to see how this generation often finds joy in the downfall, disgrace, or failure of others.
This write-up ain’t just words, it’s coming from a place of hurt, of pain, of deep emotion, of struggles I’ve walked through, and growth I’m still pushing toward.
There have been countless accusations circulating on social media, and while it’s been heartbreaking, it’s also been eye-opening. I’ve learned that where I come from, success is often met with suspicion, Elevation is envied, Grace is misunderstood. People would rather celebrate your downfall than your breakthrough.
Yes, I’ve chosen the path of Christ. I love Jesus with all my heart, but I am not Jesus, I am simply a man, a flawed, growing, evolving human being just like anyone else. I’m not perfect. I stumble, I hurt, I learn, but every single day, I strive toward something better, toward the man God created me to be.
My mistakes? They are real. I own them. But I believe they can serve as lessons, if not for me, then maybe for someone else. Sometimes, God allows us to walk through failure so that we can step into purpose. And while some have mocked, judged, and crucified me for my down moments, they’ve forgotten one thing: we’re all human. We all fall.
I’ve felt the sting of betrayal, I’ve seen backs turn when I needed faces but I still rise, and I still write.
I’ve watch people throw stones at the broken, to dance when another falls, to clap for failure like it’s a victory song.
We weren’t made to mock the fallen, we were made to lift, heal and to hold.
So I’ll keep writing. Not for notice, but for the ones who feel this, for the ones with silent pain, and loud hearts.
I’ve poured into people who ended up eating up my heart and pressing on my chest with pain. It’s sad, really sad when you realize that the very ones you helped, loved, and stood for, turned out to be your greatest challenges, your downfall, even your disgrace.
I’ve been betrayed by people I trusted with my life. Those closest to me opened doors for my enemies. I didn’t know who to trust. I didn’t know what to say or what to keep quiet about. I was surrounded, not supported, and in the end, the only constant I had was God. And that was enough. nothing happens in my life without His permission or his approval. It was all part of His will, every wound, every lesson, every silence, and every tear.
Let’s stop celebrating disgrace. Let’s stop throwing pain into the spotlight for views.
Let’s do better, because what breaks one, can break us all.💔
I regret every mistake I made not because I’m trying to look good in anyone’s eyes, but because I’m human and remorseful. I’ve learned, I’ve grown, I’ve moved on. If I hurt you along the way, I’m truly sorry. It was never my intention. But no one is above error, and no one is immune to grace.
So before you judge, remember this: the same situation could have been yours and you wouldn’t have wanted to be treated the way I was. Leave the judgment to God. Let Him do His job.
To those who stood by me, my mom, dad, daughter, siblings, uncles, aunts, friends, fans, and every well-wisher, thank you. Your love carried me.
Despite the setbacks, the disgrace, and the distractions, I am proud to say that in just two short years in this great country called the USA, I’ve achieved what many take a decade or more to reach. Maybe everything I went through was simply God’s way of setting the stage. That’s why I say Thank You, Father. Thank You for using even betrayal as part of my becoming.
My life is a story, a testimony, a lesson, a history for every hustler out there. If you’re struggling, if you’ve made mistakes, acted foolishly, felt down or defeated don’t give up. Keep pushing. God has a plan. Not man.
Special thanks to Miss Cecelia Kimber (StarPower Cece Maintain) even through everything, you stood firm, “Bor You Cuss Me Bad Way too ooo, Our Ma” 😭😂 Thank you.
To my boss Olalus and the Entire Team,
I know this moment or outcome may not be what any of us truly hoped for, but I want you all to know how deeply grateful I am for your unwavering support.
Your love, care, wise counsel, corrections, and even the tough rebukes have meant more to me than words can fully express. They haven’t just helped me, they’ve shaped me, challenged me, and pushed me toward growth and greatness.
Thank you for standing by me. Thank you for believing in me through it all.
I love and appreciate every one of you with a grateful heart.
This is my journey. This is my truth. This is my redemption.
Meet me at Olalus All White Party This July 26th In New Jersey let’s party KaBaYa Nation 🙌🏿. Flyer in the comments section.
The Newest Blue Book Holder 🤌🏿
Ay Wisdom bah 😄
KaBaYa 🔥
