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OYO (On Your Own): A Final Word to Natasha By Prof. Mgbeke (Dr. Sandra C. Duru)

There comes a moment when silence is no longer golden but a burden. A time when the truth must no longer be whispered in private corners or shielded behind legal files, but proclaimed loudly for all to hear. That time has come.

For years, I have endured the antics, manipulations, and coordinated smears engineered by one Natasha—an individual whose conduct mirrors the biblical tragedies of Potiphar’s wife, Delilah, Athaliah, and Jezebel. A woman who thrives not on achievement, but on illusion. A person so steeped in the theatre of scandal that truth has become an inconvenience to her narrative.

But I am no stranger to deception, and certainly no victim of it. I have confronted men more powerful, institutions more organized, and systems more determined to crush voices like mine. And each time, I emerged stronger—because I stand on truth, and my foundation is divine.

This is my final public word to Natasha. After this, the courts, the evidence, and the consequences will do the talking. So let me say this plainly: you are On Your Own (OYO).

It is deeply ironic, almost comical, that Natasha now parades Femi Falana (SAN) as her legal savior. A man whose name carries weight in the annals of Nigerian jurisprudence, now enlisted in defense of lies, deception, and cyber theatricality. But let me pause here for clarity and truth: Falana was once my lawyer.

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Yes, Femi Falana, Senior Advocate of Nigeria, was at a time my legal representative. He knows me intimately—not as a client of convenience but as a principled woman of depth and discipline. And if he dares to forget why I dismissed him, he need only ask his brilliant wife, the formidable Aunty Funmi Falana. She knows the ethics I demand and the boundaries I refuse to cross.

I removed Falana not because he was weak, but because I refuse to share space with compromise. Natasha, your team’s decision to bring him forward shows desperation, not strategy. If VDM (VeryDarkMan)—an influencer with no legal degree—can flaw him in open court, you should not count on him to survive what I am about to unleash, backed by layers of documented proof, international legal counsel, and forensic audits.

Falana, be warned: if our paths must cross again, it will be in a courtroom not built on ideology or emotion, but on irrefutable evidence. The same standard I held you to years ago still stands today.

To Natasha and her enablers: you are repeating a tired script. The scandals you hope to weaponize have expired. They are stale. The blackmail tactics you think will unnerve me have already been dismantled, exposed, and legally neutralized.

Names like Prince Eze Madumere and the late Senator Benjamin Uwajumogu once echoed in your scandalous tales and false alliances. Both of them eventually realized the grave error of ever aligning themselves against me, whether directly or by proxy. Today, even the mere whisper of my name sends tremors through their former ranks.

Let history record that every single person who ever tried to smear my name with falsehoods, who ever attempted to bait me into emotional or reputational compromise, now recoils at the sound of “Prof. Mgbeke.”

I have outlived all their lies. And I will outlast yours.

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Permit me a moment of satire in a serious affair. There is a man who once bore the title of learned silk but chose to play the fool. I call him the Senior Advocate of Nonsense, a man better known in my private records as Prof. Ikpu.

This supposed custodian of law was once nearly lost to the swamp of moral and intellectual decay until my beloved big brother, Etiokwe Eriokwe of Imo State, pulled him back from self-destruction. I name him now not out of spite, but out of caution to the public. Not every man with a gown is a gladiator. Some are merely masquerading in borrowed honor.

Ikpu, stay out of this if you value what is left of your public image. You were rescued once. Do not fall again.

I have watched Natasha with the precision of a strategist and the patience of a mother. And my conclusion is this: she is not just wayward in conduct, she is a theatrical hybrid of history’s most manipulative women.

• Potiphar’s Wife, who lied on Joseph out of bitterness.
• Delilah, who seduced power to betray it.
• Athaliah, who destroyed royal heirs to maintain her grip.
• Jezebel, whose reign was marked by manipulation, idolatry, and treachery.

Natasha, you embody all four. You seduce for gain, lie for attention, manipulate for survival, and destroy for relevance. But let me remind you: the fate of each of those women ended in tragedy. And so shall be the fate of your campaign of lies.

This is your final warning: stay away from me, my name, and everything associated with my work. You will not survive the legal, social, and spiritual consequence of what you have attempted to do.

Let it be known to all reading this that I do not make claims without proof. Every person mentioned in this article, every transaction, every message, every defamation attempt has been backed up and stored in both cloud-based servers and physical repositories across three continents.

I have video evidence. I have voice recordings. I have affidavit-backed witness statements. I have financial records. I have digital forensic reports certified by international experts. These are not WhatsApp screenshots fabricated at midnight by mischief-makers. These are sealed documents, admissible in any court—local or international.

And the moment the Lie-Tasha Documentary goes live, a mere 10% of that evidence will be publicly aired. The rest is already filed in sealed court documents, shared with international organizations, and held in trust by reputable legal firms.

I repeat: 10% of my arsenal will crush your false narrative. The remaining 90% will end your career of deceit.

People have often asked me: “Prof. Mgbeke, why have you been so silent?” My answer is always the same: silence is a strategy.

I do not rush to respond to clowns. I build cases, not gossip. I prepare documentaries, not TikToks. I don’t do trends—I do truths.

I chose silence for one reason: to allow the legal, spiritual, and intellectual processes to mature. Because when I move, it is not with noise, it is with results. You may have had your day on social media, but I am having my season in truth—and truth never expires.

Natasha, let me close this article with my final words to you.

You are on your own.

This is not just a Nigerian matter anymore. This is not a game of hashtags, trending videos, or paid influencers. This is a multi-jurisdictional case involving international law, digital security, and reputational justice.

You are standing at the edge of a cliff you built with your own hands. I am not the one who pushed you there—you walked all the way by yourself, ignoring every warning. But I will not offer a hand to pull you back. Not this time.

You have broken every boundary, violated every code, and underestimated every consequence. You are no longer a threat. You are now a legal subject under surveillance, scrutiny, and soon, prosecution.

You have crossed the Rubicon. There is no turning back. You are OYO—On Your Own.

To my supporters, colleagues, friends, and the millions around the world who have believed in me, I thank you. I have read your messages, seen your calls, and felt your prayers. Your faith in me has not gone unnoticed, and I promise you this: justice will not only be done, it will be seen to be done.

To the media, the public, and institutions of justice: you will soon bear witness to a woman who chose not to fight dirty but to fight lawfully, wisely, and with evidence.

And to the younger generation watching, especially the young women navigating a world filled with predators, manipulators, and false feminists—let my life be your masterclass in truth, dignity, and divine vindication.

Truth may be delayed, but it can never be denied. The storm is over, and now, the reckoning begins.

Femi darling was once my lawyer, and he knows exactly why I let him go.

If VDM can flaw him in court, trust me, I’ll dismantle him long before we ever get there. You no see lawyer carry threaten me, na my darling Femo

And as for your stale scandals and cheap blackmail, I’ve already dealt with every player involved, from Madumere to late Uwajimogu, they now run from even the whisper of my name.

Though, my other (SAN) Senior Advocate of Nonsense, Prof. Ikpu was rescued by my big brother, Etiokwe Eriokwe of Imo state

Natasha, the quadruple of Potiphar’s wife, Deliah, Ataliah, and Jezebel! I warned you!

You are on your own! OYO!

Enough is enough!

Prof. Mgbeke