Joy Isi Bewaji and Olabisi Ekwueme Ajai have been dragging each other on Facebook and using their life experiences to shade themselves.
These women are going for each other’s jugular with their posts on Facebook.
Here we go:
Joy Isi Bewaji said:
Joy Isn’t Busy because JIB is bankrolled, binsh!
By a man and by a woman.
Who is bankrolling you, Olabisi Blobfish?
N.O.B.O.D.Y.
Ma’fren, carry hoe and enter farm.
Labourer like you.
You can’t even write a simple poem.
Olodo in and out.
Why not pay your Facbeook king urgent N2k so e go scribble something for you?
You and he have not moved an inch since 2017.
Your life is c.ur.sed.
Na so e suppose be.
I dey look una.
You can’t step to me from any angle.
You can’t.
I will write an entire book about an agbaya on Facebook who can’t take her own medicine. And I will cash out right before your fvcking eyes.
Dare me!
You can’t take your own medicine?
Too bitter for your bi.tt.er heart?
You called me Joy.less for years! I no talk anything.
You s.t.u.p.i.d wre.tch!
So I decided to tell the gods to make y.o.u.r life joyless.
Let me repeat myself: you are messing with the wrong woman.
I will drag you through mud and sewer.
Are you ready?”
Joy Isi Bewaji wrote:
#NotWorthyToHaveARantNumber
Remember that old wi.tc.h that trolled me more than the baker of the h.a.t.e cake that year?
Yeah, that one that was boasting that she instructed madam h.a.t.e cake to post lies about me.
Remember?
That one that the entire Facebook has dragged twice in a space of 6 months this year alone- major dragging because not a single shred of b.r.a.i.n is in her pineapple head.
Yes, that one.
Olabisi Blobfish.
That one.
Yes.
Tell her that Joy Isn’t Busy when it comes to revenge.
I do not forgive.
Whatever is happening to you… I will amplify it.
The nemesis I have kept for you will continue.
Shebi you dey see am for your life?
It’s just the beginning.
This life will frustrate you ehn, you go dey wonder wetin you do for your former life wey dey pursue you.
You have bants, abi?
You never jam.
Bring your Yoruba jazz. I go bring my Edo jazz.
Bring your people… I will bring my people.
Let us know who will stand at the end.
You are messing with the wrong woman.
People are trolling you EVERYWHERE, ho!
The same shit you did to me years back.
How does it feel to eat your own medicine, binsh?!
Bwahaahahhahahaha! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Olodo rabata!
E PAIN AM!
Someone called you a “n.u.i.s.a.n.c.e” on her wall… but your power no reach her side.
Na me you wan face.
You wan’ drag me for 2021.
Tsk tsk.
Your Chi obviously doesn’t like you.
Because when I start, you will beg for mercy.
Are you ready?
Drop another one… let me unleash.
Your FADA!
I.d.i.o.t.”
Joy Isi Bewaji wrote:
I remember clearly how that cake girl took down that post years ago, barely one hour after she posted it.
She was contemplating whether she wanted to be a full-blown id.iot or not.
It was this agabaya Blobfish and that j.ob.le.ss dude who pushed her to continue in her ma.d.n.e.ss.
That agbaya woman instigated her to make it public again.
You had a chance to correct a fo.o.lish wrong, but instead you added more salt to it.
Why?
Because you are a b@stard. A fvcking h.a.g.
An unhappy s.e.w.e.r.
You old wr.e.tch of an a.n.i.m.a.l, you were in the fore front of a damning post.
If I am not who I am…
If I am not my father’s daughter… that mob would have des.troy.ed a common person.
But I am not ordinary.
And so, with the strength of my spirit, that has the power to raise someone you left for ashes…
I curse you!
You hated me for years for no reason…
Today I curse you.
Before that cake situation, I have NEVER said anything about this woman.
I did nothing to this blobfish.
Listen to me very carefully, Blobfish…
Your happiness is dry.
There is famine in your life.
Nothing good will come your way.
Let us place a bet.
If you do not take my name out of your mouth, you will live to see the crumbs you will inherit on this earth.
I will not sit back and watch you repeat what you did that year.
God will p.u.n.i.s.h you and everything you put your hands on.
You are such a horr.ible person that every year you reminded the cake girl about what she did. You celebrated the cake event, even when that girl wanted to move on from it.
Agbaya.
Olodo.
A.n.i.m.a.l.
You have bants, abi?
With that said…
How is the homefront?
Bwahahahaha!
You wished the w.o.r.s.t for me.
You will inherit your wishes.
The earth answers to me.
I will not sit back and watch you put my name in your mouth ever again.
You will live in the h.o.l.e you dug.
The life you have… you deserve it.
You hurt me.
I hurt you back.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes.
Watch it play out.
You and your goons.
Watch it play out.”
Olabisi Ekwueme Ajai wrote:
“Where your madness ends is where the other person’s own starts. You made a post crediting the work I and my friends did to someone else. I asked you politely to credit the right person. You went to town to insult me.
Then you insulted a blind baby.
So, yes, with these incidents, I urged Toyo baby to put the post back on public.
The person who who shits forgets. It is the person who had to deal with the shit that never forgets.
All you have is curses? Tueh! A whole you? Who built their brand on being a wordsmith? All you have is curses? Muahahahhah!!!! I laugh in Edo-Yoruba. A deadly combo.
You are hurt? Eeya. Pele. Come and take sweet. Come! Let me rub your head for you.
You who built your brand on not having any feelings to hurt? You who gloat in hurting others? You who insulted an innocent child? You are hurt? Stopeet with the display. Plus your hurt and the lie lie of your arse licking minion of being made homeless, we see through the sympathy grabbing moves. We are not moved.
Where your madness ends is where the other person’s own starts.
Don’t EVER take my hahahehe for timidity again. I am my father’s daughter. Even on his death bed, he said to me ‘omo akin ni yin. Don’t let any body bully you’. Anyone who knew my father would tell you that he NEVER ran from a fight.
I. Am. Jopa’s daugter.”
Joy Isi Bewaji replied:
After sleeping and waking up like a baby, I have better perspective on this matter.
You know what? I get it.
I. Get. It.
You were be.a.ten mercilessly in your first mar.riage.
Dr.ag.ged by the hair. Face sla.mm.ed on the wall many times.
You were s.p.a.t on and de.grad.ed. Alimony didn’t happen as you imagined.
You were called u.gl.y, and someone else replaced you.
And since ma.rr.iage is such a huge part of your identity, it burned you.
Especially because you be.gg.ed to work things out, yet you were still reje.cted.
You entered a second marr.iage.
Lawyerman. Lawyerman. Lawyerman every day.
This one was supposed to work.
It should work.
You wove your entire advocacy around that status.
But it didn’t work.
The second marr.iage dinor work.
You are not 30 again.
This time you are in your 50s.
And that’s just scary AF.
Doing life in your 50s alone is a whole new level of f.e.a.r.
I get it.
You wanted more k.i.d.s. That didn’t happen.
So you conclude that your enemy’s kids must h.a.t.e her.
It falls right from the tip of the in.sa.nity about to ravage you.
Because to be.li.eve that someone you don’t like has a life better than yours is by far the hardest thing a Nigerian woman can accept.
You try your hands on advocacy… at least the love you cannot find from marr.iage might happen on the cold streets of the Internet.
It’s not exactly working out the way you want it, is it?
You’ve tried many bus.iness.es, and they all failed after launch.
So you have all these numbers but nothing to sell.
You are feeling like a fail.u.re in your 50s.
It is a desperate place to be…
No man. Not enough k.i.d.s. No money…
And no friendship strong enough to give you investment to start a new life.
So you resort to being an online hanty who brags about knowing the entire political and corporate clan of the Nigerian Federation.
You are bragging to your grandchild.
You have sunken to the lowest ebb a hu.m.an could sink in your predicament.
Short of running m.a.d.
You’ve lost your glow. Youth is gone.
Only if you can rewind the clock and be younger again, and maybe invest in a brand like Clarins to save you from aging unnecessarily.
But you can’t… who dash you money?
So you hate on the woman who can afford it.
Only if you can have more k.i.d.s, you can’t… so you h.a.t.e on the kids of another woman.
Because God for.bid you accept this person is living the life you want.
It would mean that your enemy has won.
Imagine trying to kill a cockroach since 2016… and the roach refuses to die.
Do you know successful men call themselves roaches.
Why?
Because an entire w.a.r will take place and nuc.lear bo.m.bs will e.n.d the world…
But the only thing that can survive World War Z is…
A cockroach.
It is an honour to be called one.
My Ex called himself a roach, and I loved that man to pieces.
He was a delicious man.
Ah! You should see him.
10 years younger than me, treated me like a queen.
Kissed me at every opportunity he could grab.
Fine as fvck with skin like a newborn’s.
Gave me good money too.
Then I met The Boyfriend… ah! He upgraded my enjoyment.
You want that, don’t you?
I know you do.
Maybe you could start by being true to yourself…
“I am a jea.lous, un.happy, unful.filled fifty-something year old finding validation online. I h.a.t.e women who have what I want.”
Start from there, then trace it down to your perpetual lack of se.n.se… maybe somewhere between the lines you will find a solution.
Maybe you will find happiness.
Maybe not.
Hopefully you don’t end up like one of those women who sit on their stools on a verandah ha.ti.ng on every other woman who isn’t living pi.ti.fully.
Attend to your arthritis.
Attend to your waist pain
We are all growing older. We know the drill.
But most especially, attend to your broken heart.
Olabisi Blobfish, you are a br.ok.en woman.
Love has been unfair to y.o.u.
Even nature has not been kind to you.
You did not get any.thi.ng you wanted in this life.
It is sad, I know.
Live with your consequences…
No amount of sub can give you what you don’t have…
And no amount of sub can take what another person has.
Reflect on your cu.rs.ed life, dear.
Forgiveness is of the Lord.
Happy Sunday.”
Olabisi Ekwueme Ajai fired back:
“Teeheehee! You think you can shame me with my two exes? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. Choi! Is this all you gat? Me dat ayaf already spoken about my life? My life is an open book.
Just as you insulted an innocent baby, you are now using domestic violence to insult me?
So, bo se fuyeh niyi? So, the supposed great wordsmith can be reduced to cheap emotional curses and seeming support of domestic violence? Muahahahhah! I laugh again in Edo-Yoruba.
You see, this is why it is good to chest your story. Me that I have already chested my story?
You have NOTHING on me. NOTHING that I have not already told. I take the power to shame me away from anybody who thinks they have that power.
I was a victim of DV. I wrote about it. I STILL get money from it. From Amazon. From people who still want to buy the book. My book changes lives! My story helps DV victims to leave to live. When they read my story, they are inspired. How is that a bad thing?
I walked away from Dafe. He was not my husband. He was my fiancé. I walked away from Lawyerman. No one dumps Jopa’s daughter. I give my all in any relationship. That was why I was ‘Lawyerman’ Lawyerman’ Lawyerman’. I loved him and he loved me. We have irreconcilable differences. Who has loved you like this? Lawyerman would walk on hot coals for me. Our love was deep. And sensual. And sexy. He was my besto. My padi for jongu. Who can you call that? I am blessed to have loved him. And be loved by him. He has been a great value to me and my son. My son has stability because of him. Who loved you enough to provide stability for your children? Even as we are not together, he and Tobi are planing to go away for a boys weekend in France. Who can do that for your kids? He loves Tobi because he loves me. Who has loved you that much?
But I need to realise my dreams. And that was not compatible with being married to him.
You don’t get to be 51 without loving and living and losing sometimes.
You? You would STILL be dating smoh smoh boys and being dumped by them if not for rich married man that is bank rolling you. I bank roll myself. Bish!
I have a child that ADORES me. Do your children even like you?”
Joy Isi Bewaji wrote:
Olabisi Blobfish…
Let me give you a little trick on winning…
When you fi.ght someone, do not defend yourself 💅💅
Shebi you said my chil.dren no like me…
Do you see me defending that? 🤷🏽♀️
Imagine trying to defend the love of my chil.dren to a stranger on Facebook.
You brought chil.dren into this fight, remember that.
You believe your own child aDoReS you.
Are you sure?
Na you use your mouth talk am.
Maybe try not to for.ce him into those si.lly videos you do, so we can truly know how he feels about his mo.ther in her 50s trying to grab for relevance online.
Maybe if you stop stifling the young m.a.n, we would know how he feels about you br.agg.ing about access to Buhari with a 20+ year old.
Release the c.h.ild Let us hear him tell us how tir.ing it is to deal with your contradictions.
You say, “Joy is v.i.l.e.”
Sweetie, I am not the one whose w.o.m.b was eaten.
I am bankrolled.
No one is bankrolling you.
Your st.ro.ng woman story is 1995 too late.
We don’t want to be str.on.g women.
We want to be baby girls.
Do you want me to cut soap for you?
Talk true, you want smoh soap, abi?
OK. OK. Small Clarins nko?
Let me toss you small Clarins to h.el.p your dull life.
I have Murad too.
Heard of Murad? No?
After your f.a.k.e laughter on your page… come to my inbox.
I have a few secrets on how older women can find love again.
So that your laughter can become real.
Pele.
PS: If you want to start round 2, I’m ready.”
A Facebook user Adadioranma Loveth Alexander wrote:
Truly, wisdom has nothing to do with age. If women in their forties and fifties will shade and sub each other with failed marriages, domestic violence, dating younger guys and being bank rolled by married men, then it’s really a pity. Common sense is not common. These are your role models.”