02/03/2025
The case of Natasha took me down memory lane. I feel saddened by this, but I will write anyway.
This post is not about taking sides with Hon. Natasha or the Senate President. She could be right or wrong, and I believe both parties deserve fair treatment if the matter is properly investigated.
Now, back to my story.
I remember my second semester in my first year at ESUT. A known cult member asked me out, and I refused. He looked at me and said, “If you become my girlfriend, you won’t have to worry about your results. You will graduate with the best grades. I have control over all courses in this faculty."
I smiled and replied, “Oh, thank you, but I think I’ll read and pass my exams myself.”
His face darkened. “No one says no to me,” he said. Then, to my shock, he recited my registration number and full name.
I was stunned. How did he know this?
“We shall see,” he muttered before walking away.
As a naive first-year student still taking borrowed courses, I was lost in thought, wondering how a single individual could have access to all the results in my faculty.
But, I guess he did.
Then, one afternoon, I was woken up by a call from our course rep, Precious.
“P, they’ve posted our second-semester results, but I can’t find any of yours. They’re all marked as missing scripts. But I know you wrote those exams—I sat beside you throughout.”
I was devastated. The thought of rewriting over ten courses as carryovers shattered me. And do you know what? It didn’t stop there. The constant tampering with my results led to my first su***de attempt—all because I refused to be an object of sexual possession for a man who believed he had the power to control my academic destiny.
By my third year, I had to start investigating. Eventually, I was made to understand that I had “offended” a cult member—the same guy I refused to date. It was shocking because many people had asked me out, but this one particular person had left me with a chilling warning: “We shall see.”
Fast forward to my Guinness World Record attempt. I was also made to believe that breaking into the top rankings as a woman of values was nearly impossible. The whispers were clear: “If you’re not willing to make certain sacrifices with your body, if you don’t reveal some skin, you won’t make it to the top.” Pathetic, isn’t it?
The truth is, some men are the reason why desperate women feel forced to abandon their homes in pursuit of their careers. But here’s what I want every woman to know: Be a woman of worth. It doesn’t matter what the world expects you to become or what it demands you to sell—if you have worth, potential, and values, they will eventually speak for you.
I can’t even begin to detail everything I witnessed during my journey toward the Guinness World Record. But whatever you saw in those three days was purely the work of a woman who wanted the world to recognize her values and potential despite all odds. A woman who wanted every girl-child out there to dream—and to believe that their dreams could come true.
It is always better to achieve success with pride and honor than to gain it by losing your voice and dignity.
Yes, I know that in our country today, honesty, integrity, and values are not celebrated or rewarded. Instead, the opposite is often celebrated. That’s why the younger generation is willing to do anything for fame and money.
Even more disturbing is the fact that some religious leaders and public figures view women as nothing more than objects for sexual gratification. They judge women not by their character or abilities but through the lens of their own lust.
So, I am telling you this for free—especially in this month of celebrating women: You are worth more, my dear woman. Hold onto your vision with tenacity. Keep dreaming. No dream is too big for you to achieve. It may take time, but it will not be denied. Always choose what truly matters.
I remember one of my lowest moments during my Guinness World Record journey. I was deeply burdened by the negative offers I was receiving. I found myself asking a rhetorical question: How can I sell my dignity and my husband’s pride at the table of money just to anchor something meant to preserve family and promote marital rebirth? Who would I be deceiving?
If I had given in, I would have lost the right to carry out my mission. It is better not to do it at all than to bring shame to my womanhood.
Because womanhood—true womanhood—comes with prestige, honor, values, power, respect, humility and purity.
So, dear young woman out there, if you are considering selling your worth for a platter of gold, think again—unless you have convinced yourself that you have no worth at all.
I have so much more to say on this matter, but I’ll leave it here for now.
And let’s not forget: Sexual harassment is not a one-way street. There are men out there, too, who suffer the same abuse from female bosses. This issue is not new, nor is it exclusive to one gender.
I celebrate men who genuinely support women, not out of lustful desires but because they believe in their potential—you are truly a rare gem.
But one thing remains true—our worth is not up for sale.
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