In Response to Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan’s Gutter Talk (Part 2)
Madam ‘Na tasha’,
It is truly remarkable, and simultaneously tragic, that someone who drapes herself in the borrowed robes of ‘leadership’, ‘role model’ and ‘feminist trailblazer’ should find it appropriate to publicly belch out vulgarities that would embarrass even the most hardened guttersnipe.
We understand infatuation with men of power and how debilitating it can be for women without any redeeming qualities except physical looks, but one would have expected that a woman aspiring to inspire young girls and advocating for women in leadership, would at least guard her tongue with the dignity befitting her station.
Instead, what do we see?
A Senator gleefully weaponizing ‘erections’ and other vulgar sexual innuendos
A Senator, well a suspended one to be accurate Childishly mocking the very institution she swore to uphold
Is there to be no end to your self-adulation and mischief?
Trading serious legislative discourse for secondary school-level cheap shots and smut
Your words, ‘Na Tasha’, while befitting a garage girl are unfortunate in every other context.
They drip, not with the empowerment of women but with the stench of cheap sensationalism.
You are not uplifting young girls – in Kogi Central or anywhere, but subverting their morals, their souls
You’re teaching them that silliness and shrillness are substitute for strength, that vulgarity equals courage, and that decency is optional if only one can attract enough cameras.
Your ‘satirical apology’ was not fearless feminism, it was shallow, simpering ‘notice me’.
It disvirgined virtue.
Real women leaders use intellect, character and verifiable truth to fight injustice – not slogans stolen from bad smutty scripts.
And now, to the heart of your crumbling edifice:
You continue to huff, puff and hurl accusations, yet you have not produced a shred – not a grain, not an atom – of evidence to substantiate your wild claims of harassment against Senate President Godswill Akpabio.
Where is the proof?
No emails.
No messages.
No calls.
No witnesses.
No corroboration.
Nothing but your fevered imagination scribbling conspiracy theories on the back of your own ego.
In any civilized polity, grave allegations demand grave proof. Yet you prance about with hashtags and hashtags alone, expecting the world to accept that noise equals justice.
Madam, one does not enter the temple of truth through the alley of vulgarity.
You have, in your own words, disqualified yourself – not by any man’s entitlement, but by the emptiness of your evidence and the poverty of your language.
You do not resist tyranny.
You resist relevance.
You are not unbought.
You are unsold – and there is a vast difference.
FYI, you cannot enjoy patronage and claim to hate patriarchy – who you dey deceive?
Return when you can submit proof, not pornographic pamphlets and vulgar tweets
Return when you can uplift women by example, not embarrass them with exhibitionism.
Until then, enjoy your lonely reign as the self-crowned Queen of Unverified Allegations and Unbecoming Conduct.
May the real victims – whose thunder you’ve stolen and whose causes you have blighted – forgive you.
Yours in undiminished contempt for feigned victimhood
Muhammed Onoba
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