ENGR. TAIWO ABIODUN, PhD, DBA.
Despite my promise to not dabble into Natasha’s debacle again. The exposè by Professor Mgbeke, forced me out of my self induced recluse on this matter.- Thank God I had the last laugh anyway!!!🤣🤣🤣…..after all I didn’t call you gullible, Natasha told Prof, that una dey gullible 😝😛😜🤣
So, i start with once upon a trending topic, Natasha Akpoti—defender of whatever mood suits the moment—declared a gentleman called Mr. Reno Omokri guilty of invisible seduction at an Aso Rock banquet.
Allegedly, he ogled. Allegedly, he offered clubbing under chandeliers. Allegedly, he rolled his eyes. Problem? The man was in the U.S. sipping bad airport coffee and trying to repair Nigeria’s image with PowerPoint and patience.
He had passport stamps, boarding passes, and a British Airways first-class ticket. But alas, in the court of social media, that’s called “overreacting.” How dare he try to prove innocence with facts?
And when he involved his lawyers? Oh no! Madam activated the Itsekiri Elders’ Hotline, called in a clergyman, and abracadabra, a settlement allegedly showed up like jollof at a Yoruba wedding; $10,000 for daring to defend his dignity.
Fast forward: Akpabio. Another grenade lobbed by Natasha. Allegation? Hot. Evidence? MIA. And I—foolish, naive me—asked people to wait for proof.
What followed was biblical.
The mob came with digital stones. They said I was defending evil, hating women, massaging patriarchy. One Facebook user even suggested I was part of a secret society of “misogynistic engineers.” Another accused me of using a PhD to “polish oppression.”
I couldn’t tell if they were activists or actors in a rejected Nollywood script.
One even DM’d me:
“You disgust me, sir”.
Sir? At least keep the insult consistent—either you drag me or you knight me.
These weren’t just trolls in their mama’s basement. Oh no. Some were the self-proclaimed “intellectuals”, the ones who write threads with “therefore” and “furthermore” but forget to bring common sense.
I saw them—media commentators, overnight feminists, emotional PhD holders—frothing at the mouth, swinging hashtags like cutlasses.
These are people who wouldn’t let a mechanic fix their car without a diagnostic report, yet were ready to cancel lives on the strength of someone’s Facebook paragraph.
They shouted, “Believe her!”
I whispered, “Verify her.”
They screamed, “You’re a misogynist!”
I blinked slowly and wondered if there was a buy-one-get-one-free on foolishness that week.
Then entered Prof Mgbeke, (a disciplined, non-partisan lady), dropping wisdom like breadcrumbs. She said, their Saint Natasha suggested that there was no “SEXUAL HARASSMENT”, and that her cheerleaders and mobs were gullible!!!. 😮😳, Lobafinish!!
I clapped. Standing ovation. But deep down, I thought:
“Professor, you are being diplomatic. These people are not just gullible…
They are hyper gullible, turbo-charged, emotionally overclocked, and proudly allergic to facts.”
Look, you can dislike the president, his barber, his agbada collection—no problem.
But to throw away your reasoning because Natasha said something? Come on now.
Not everyone attacking me was hungry—but all of them were clearly snacking on delusion.
Next time, when someone shouts “he harassed me,” do us all a favour:
Ask for a timeline, not a tagline. Ask for evidence, not emojis. Ask questions before you start screaming “Yass Queen!” on someone’s public meltdown.
Because in the end, truth doesn’t need a trending hashtag.
It needs clarity, courage—and maybe, just maybe, a passport stamp or two.
Authored by Engr. Taiwo Abiodun, PhD, DBA.
A specialist in common sense, evidence, and high-grade foolishness detection.