Do you know what a catapult is? I feel like when something very sad happens, it can pull you back, but if you stay strong eventually that same heartbreak will shoot you further into your destiny.

I started the year 2025 comfortably. I had two jobs that I loved, and was given the opportunity to start my own program at the nonprofit that I worked at which would fund my dream of opening a group home for little girls.

A couple of weeks before my first public party for the program, my boss who’s also my uncle (by way of foster care of my grandmother when he was four years old and long before I was born) had surgery.

He asked me to help him with showering, lotioning his body, helping change his catheter, taking walks around his apartment complex arm in arm because he couldn’t walk steadily; and just being around him to help get him in and out of bed, take walks whatever, I agreed to do it because I have a hard time saying no to my family and people that I love.

He asked me to spend the night at his house to be there, but I declined. I noticed that when I wasn’t around, he was able to get up and move around ok on his own and I was getting annoyed.

On day 3, he said many things that let me know for sure that he was sexually attracted to me. He also tried to kiss me before I aggressively turned my head and pulled away.

When I left his house that day, I text him and asked him to ask his girlfriend to help him from that point forward. He originally told me that she was angry that I was helping him and chose not to. I used the excuse that I needed to put my son on the bus in the morning.

He instead asked me to come after I put him on the bus. I ignored the message. Later that night, around 1030 when he knew my kids were asleep and I’d have to come alone he called me but I didn’t answer. Instead, I told my brother all he’d said and done.

My brother text him immediately and told him to leave me alone. He text back and told my brother that he didn’t mean to make me feel uncomfortable, and that he called late because he’d fallen and couldn’t get up.

After I told my parents what happened, my dad was really upset because he had the same surgery and it didn’t require my mom to help him in any of the ways that I had helped him. I spoke to my friend who’s a nurse and she said that the things that were asked of me were unnecessary.

( Much Later, another uncle had the same surgery and I as well as who I now refer to as Freaky B were there and the doctor instructed my uncle to try to continue his activities as normal as he could and stay moving. I laughed in the room and shook my head.)

I called a meeting with him and another pastor. In the meeting, he said that he didn’t know what he did to make me uncomfortable so I explained. He said that I should be happy that I was the highest paid person at the organization and that I was getting the most from his will.

(A few days before the surgery, he bought a piece of paper into my office for me to sign and said it was his updated will)

When I stood on the fact that I felt violated because he had me do so many personal things and he was attracted to me, he started crying and said he needed to go to the hospital because something popped.

The conversation was over. I spoke with the board of directors and gave them all the screenshots and proof that he’d offered me an NDA to never speak about it.

I was devastated because the board did nothing, and I had to quit my job because it was completely uncomfortable and he’s very spiteful and I wasn’t sure how he’d retaliate. Although he’s a pastor, he’s done some evil things to so many women and has gotten away with it because even when women complain the board covers him.

I cried for 2 weeks, sat in my room in the dark thinking about what’s next. I was scrolling through my email and saw a job opportunity I would never have applied to if this hadn’t happened because I was too comfortable.

I got the job, and also got offers from 3 nonprofits to join their team and make change. I’m happy this happened because for 2 years, I’d sat back and watched him do evil in the name of God while I said nothing, and I don’t have that burden anymore.

Once I wrote my blog post about it, I sent it to some of the women he’d abused. All of them are still on the organization’s payroll in some way even after he forced them out because he got into a relationship but eventually had them come back when he was ready.

One of them was sad for me but eventually after speaking with him, she turned and began to spread the rumor that I must have had a spell cast on me in Nigeria and the devil was using me to try to tear him down.

Throughout the time, I wasn’t mentally ready to post to my blog, but I did make some YouTube posts. I decided not to continue to pursue the board of directors or the media, but I did want to make this final post because one day, there will be another person hurt by him or by a loved one that they trust and I want to give them encouragement that everything happens for a reason and you will be ok.

If that hadn’t happened, I’d still be there living content, thinking I was growing but really I was just as guilty as him for all the wrong I watched him do to women in the organization and vulnerable women all over the world.