Onyeka Nwelue
In July, a female fan came to my hotel room in New York and undressed herself. I kept telling her I was not interested in sex. Or her body. She didn't mind. She wanted sex with me. I had just flown in from Cuba. I had Cuban rum, which I drank when I was losing my mind. She did not want to go home.
Turn around the table: a male fan in the hotel room of a woman, undressed. That is RAPE!
Women get away with anything because we deceptively say they are weaker sex. Bunkum!
On my film set recently, a powerful woman came to ask me for sex before she could give me the loan I asked from her. I told everyone who was close to me on set. Thank God, my two producers are women. I told them.
As a child, I was molested by a woman. Someone we called Aunty. I made a short film, The Great Masturbator highlighting this issue.
In Calgary, I spoke about being molested by a woman infront of Nigerian women and they all started laughing at me. I cursed them. I was angry.
Women are about themselves. The Boy Child has no supporter. The women think only about themselves. No woman wants to know what I am going through psychologically but they want us to help them update my Facebook with: "Me, too!"
No way, I won't. Unless they take our cases seriously too, I am not pandering to that!
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