Renua, daughter to Femi Giwa-Amu, a popular clergyman cum
lawyer, has reportedly committed suicide.
Giwa-Amu took to his Facebook page on Sunday to share a
photo of a dimly-lit candle in a dark background to mourn his daughter.
The 26-year-old was said to have taken her own life on
Saturday — months after alleging that she was raped by her father.
In several posts on her Facebook page, the deceased had slammed her mother as well as other family members for not believing her claims that she was raped by her father.
“They always find an excuse for this man and enough is enough. My uncles and aunties who have been raining insults and campaigning against me need to ask themselves what they are truly afraid of right now. It is only the truth getting out that scares pedophiles,” she had written in October.
Earlier in September, she had also called out her mother,
stating that no one should share “crocodile tears at my funeral.”
“In case there’s any crocodile tears at my funeral. My
“mother” finally called! I’m on my own, as usual, but apparently I’m also doing
hard drugs,” she wrote in a terse post accompanying a video of her conversation
with her mother at the time.
In another open letter, she had bared lurid details of how
she battled emotional and psychological trauma after her father allegedly raped
her repeatedly as a seven-year-old girl.
“I know that you are a child molester, your numerous victims
outnumber you and I remember everything now. All I have to say to you is this:
You, your rings of pedophiles, bullies, thieves, hired cronies and family gang
can do whatever you like in eternum,” she had written.
“Entire chunks of my memory were once lost and taken from
me, entire friendships and interests and hobbies and goals I had just vanished
and might still not fully ever come back.
“Instead I carried around such intense feelings of shame,
regret and self-loathing disgust that it consumed me most times.
“Good or bad, traumatic or not, those memories of mine that
hurt me and triggered me for so long have finally woken me up and reminded me
that I promised myself if I survived you, escaped, and somehow found enough
sanity to be willing to return home that I would never set foot in Nigeria
unless I had publicly acknowledged the fact that you continually raped me as a
seven-year-old child until I had a possible prepubescent miscarry and almost
died of sepsis. I wasn’t even in Primary 4 yet.”
Here is the 18 September hair-raising post by Renua on her
father:
She titled it “A short open letter to a certain Mr OBAFEMI
EHIMIGBAI GIWA-AMU”.
I know that you are a child molester, your numerous victims
outnumber you and I remember everything now. All I have to say to you is this:
You, your rings of pedophiles, bullies, thieves, hired
cronies and family gang can do whatever you like in eternum. You already do so,
and my belief in karma is strong enough to know that you have already begun the
processes that will eventually be your own downfall. But lately, I got
triggered again into remembering details about certain threats against my and
my siblings you often made against our lives if I was ever to become successful
and return to Nigeria after daring to come forward with my truth. I already did
that. I had the nervous breakdown in 2018 when the truth about your various
exploits and smuggling schemes finally came back to me in a big, horrible way.
So, take note; if really you want to live long enough to
indeed be the old dog turning tired tricks that you already are, you would be
advised to start covering your pedophile tracks more efficiently. We both know
you won’t; that is how your specific and vile pathology works. I only feel
sorry for the countless women and men who consciously or unconsciously allowed
you access into their lives, homes, children and businesses over the decades of
your horrific schemes. I wished that I could make you a better man when I was
little and had no choice engaging in the things I eventually believed normal
because of you. Not because you even deserve the simple joy of being a good
person, but because this already wicked world never needed the vile stench of a
soul like yours to walk it and the day you breathe last on it, will be a purer
tomorrow.
All of that is fact, already known widely and in private,
but after having to watch helplessly before while you took various jobs, titles
and high positions that allowed you, smuggle and steal, trick innocent parents
into sending their children places with you when really you know anything you
did for money was always a reluctant business front you used to scout more
victims, sophisticated scams and channels to perpetuate more crimes across
international borders…. after watching you do all that and still manage to get
away, living scot free off whatever femme du jour, I must admit it’s too hard
to stay quiet again as an adult. Most people already know the thieving facts
about you, but many more fools searching for quick easy money will always be
happy to associate with a crook like you. So at this point, I just have to make
a necessary, painful but awkward and public announcement for people in
respectable society to understand that you should perhaps be discouraged from
being such a homicidal thieving pervert, or maybe at least not be able to ask
their kids to sit in your lap casually anymore.
People make strange choices indeed; I have never understood
the adults in my life who had power to create positive change over certain
situations and just simply never did. Some lack courage, some lack intuition,
maybe others simply believe this is how the world works and don’t bother trying
to fight anymore. Thankfully, the world has beaten, pissed on and shot me down
enough (starting with a father like you) it has become a source of pride, joy,
excitement, happiness and even vindictive pleasure for me to help make it a
safer place, even just a little, by putting my feminist money where my mouth is
and outing your miserable depraved self to the world and whomever might be concerned
with this message.
To people associated with us both who try and guilt me into
forgiving you, I sincerely hope they find either the healing or direction to
understand why it is they feel personally incensed to police the tone and
actions of a former child sex slave, or why they are willing to stick their
necks out for a continuously harmful sexually offensive perpetrator who is
wanted in several states across the world.
His current piggybank/wife has vulnerable & unwell
children, and built him a makeshift church with a budding congregation over
which he presided as pastor and held sermons. My pedophilic father renamed his
third wife after me, and she bears the name Ohirenua willingly. An uncle of
mine dismissed my feelings about it saying it was intended perhaps as a
“compliment”…..meanwhile it makes my skin crawl. Some others have whispered of
his political aspirations of seeking glory in the footsteps of his father who
was once an attorney-general of the old mid-west states of Nigeria. So, sentiments
and forgiveness aside, the man is still doing the things that nearly ruined my
life, to others. And that alone makes me sick to my stomach. Someone needs to
stop this madness before it affects a child you know, you knew or once trusted
him with. Several of my nursery, primary school, and secondary school friends
in Nigeria at some point or the other always had to eventually tell me they
couldn’t come to my house anymore because my dad was “becoming a problem.”
It has to stop. I did my part in stopping this man from
continuing to thrive amongst the chaos and disorderly nature of Nigerian
living, both as a child and now as an adult. I have spent enough years cracking
my brain over this and wondering what to do ever since I first noticed and
wondered why my father always seemed to lick his lips while hungrily staring at
any light-skinned children he spotted in Nigeria, as though he was about to eat
a sandwich. I went through hell telling several adults who ignored, punished
and dismissed me about this, to the point that I finally just dissociated and
forgot a lot of this even happened until fairly recently. Whenever I remembered
what he did to me as a child and attempted to tell anyone, and whenever he put
me through his molestations, what followed was always an intense beating that
always caused me to pass out and wake up feeling incredibly confused. It was a
horrible, long process.
I do not ever seek out or ask for any informational updates
about this man & his whereabouts as I do not associate with pedophilia in
any format, and simply do not care to endanger my newly reclaimed safety by
knowing him. Occasionally someone unwitting might think to use the concept of
my child predator father to mock, insult or shame me. Source of shame that he
is, I have no more guilt or anger towards myself and others who knew better,
about this. Going through it all was the hardest part, but it took me many
fractured years to piece myself together bit by bit, one PTSD flashback at a
time, and it was a lifetime before I could look myself in the mirror and feel
like I fully saw my own face. Entire chunks of my memory were once lost and
taken from me, entire friendships and interests and hobbies and goals I had
just vanished and might still not fully ever come back. Instead I carried
around such intense feelings of shame, regret and self-loathing disgust that it
consumed me most times. Good or bad, traumatic or not, those memories of mine
that hurt me and triggered me for so long have finally woken me up and reminded
me that I promised myself if I survived you, escaped, and somehow found enough
sanity to be willing to return home that I would never set foot in Nigeria
unless I had publicly acknowledged the fact that you continually raped me as a
seven year old child until I had a possible prepubescent miscarry and almost
died of sepsis. I wasn’t even in Primary 4 yet.
Good or bad, traumatic or not, those memories of mine that
hurt me and triggered me for so long have finally woken me up and reminded me
that I promised myself if I survived you, escaped, and somehow found enough
sanity to be willing to return home that I would never set foot in Nigeria
unless I had publicly acknowledged the fact that you continually raped me as a
seven year old child until I had a possible prepubescent miscarry and almost
died of sepsis. I wasn’t even in Primary 4 yet
I want you to know that my new, fulfilled and much happier family
is made up of the abandoned projects you neither truly cared for as a husband
nor father, and we were the only ones who loved you so blindly enough that
while you destroyed us everyday on the inside, your kids only ever wanted to
make you proud. The awful, scary truth is that we would have stuck by you
through anything till the end of whatever this “family experiment” was for you,
and could have helped you learn a better conscience and ways to take care of
yourself. Instead, you freed us with your selfish departure and really, that is
the one thing I can honestly say I will never stop thanking you for. You being
a selfish piece of shit is eventually always going to be the best thing that
happens to the people around you, because you will always plan to leave them
when it suits you to change “sleeves”, as you once called me.
One day though, you will run out of the means and channels
to find new victims, and I want to hope that you remember not to be audacious
enough to attempt manipulating any of your old discarded hostages into taking
care of you. Most certainly not me. If you don’t want to suffer, my advice to
you is that you either start saving some scammy bucks for old age, or you just
find a private place where nobody else will be bothered & kill yourself. I
can’t speak for my siblings, but me sha, I know old age is creeping on you
around the corner and even if you mistakenly happened to tap any more heroin
from your mother’s ass to call me one day and ask for help? I will personally
ensure you kick the very first bucket that comes your way.
Let me be clear, for summary and support: you do not exist.
We do not speak of you. Your name has been changed mentally so that even in
casual conversation we reference you as Jack or John or something, I forget.
You need to know that what you did to me, your family, siblings, and all the
poor people you took advantage of literally broke your father’s heart when he
found out. What you were doing to me and the poor people of apapa & ebute
metta he trusted you to care for, not to smuggle, rape and pillage, devastated
my poor Gramps. It deeply disappointed him; he fell so sick that he never
recovered and I finally remember why you never wanted me to tell anybody how
& when you found out that my grandfather was sick. You killed him,
plundered his estates to sell my birthrights away and ensure your siblings
would have to suffer.
But as we very well have seen, the truth endures. And now
the truth about you has been shared freely, the entire world now is free and
able to make educated decisions about associating with you. I know I wouldn’t,
because I don’t. And no matter how many times you call me to threaten me, or
beg through fake tears that you are sorry for everything you and your brother
did to me, I am going to spend the rest of my life sticking to my truth and
spreading the gospel of your horrible lifelong misdeeds. You can kill me
tomorrow, the way you hired killers to track down & kill my mother for
surviving the years of mental warfare and trauma you put her through including
your messy stint in America (when you fled from Atlanta to Nigeria hiding from
the FBI who are still hoping to catch you for the crimes of your drugs
smuggling and child sex trafficking ring all over the entire state).
You could even succeed in ending me and it still wouldn’t
matter because now, it’s actually worth it for me to die knowing I did for
myself as an adult what I needed someone to do for me as a child, and to have
survived here now. Nigerians might be an ignorant, unhelpful and irritatingly
enabling lot when it comes to listening to children over the messy adults in
their lives, but we are also a very very VERY nosy lot. Even if it’s just for
the gist, people will certainly have lots of inconvenient, nasty lingering
questions about my disappearance if it occurs too swiftly after sharing this
truth, especially in a country like ours where everybody knows you have
henchmen & cronies on speed dial. By all means please, make me a martyr,
I’ve enjoyed my time here and will go in peace. Just in case your sorry,
loathsome, dimwitted, tiny egg balloon dick having self still is unfortunately
dumb enough to spite your own soul and seek me out, pray you don’t find me. If
you do? Better turn heel and flee like it’s the FBI approaching. Because it
just might be.
You fucking failure of a son & fraudster.
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