A Message to Flavour
November 6, 2025 — 12:45 AM
By D.I. Muhammad
It's not even time for me to wake, but here I am in the early morning, laying here with thoughts running through my mind of the person I care less to be thinking about right now, Chinedu Okoli, aka Flavour.
I went through my social media and deleted anything else that was left of you. I wrote my blog exposing you, and in that, it's enough. After this, I have nothing else to speak about you.
The thing is, you get off on other people promoting and highlighting you without you having to do the work. You are unknown if no one speaks your name. You scamming is also about promotion of your music. It's sick, but you do it.
You've got hundreds of women out here helping to promote you that have never heard your name until you came into their lives and scammed them. Yes, you have impersonators — but it's you doing it as well. You're good at playing victim. Why wouldn't you be? You've been doing this for so damn long.
The “I’m the devoted Christian man”, who is actually a warlock. You may have others fooled, but I know a warlock when I sense it. Your beauty magic has faded too. Maybe not for the general public, but I've seen the darkness that's set on your face. On your aura. Others may not understand any of this, but I'm talking to you, Flavour, not them. You, in your heart, know exactly what I speak of.
How else could you have gotten through my block on social media? I didn’t let it down. I think that’s what drew you closer to me — when you found out I am spiritual. That I gave you a reading about yourself. You’re trying to make amends with that, I see, because of your grand promo video for your new album. But this doesn’t cancel out what you’re doing to women.
The Ancestors are still upset with you. They woke me up at 12:45 AM on Thursday, Nov. 6, 2025, to bring you this message. I rather still be asleep. I moved on from you back in June.
This will be the last thing I ever address you on. The Ancestors are removing me from your path. I did what I came to do — to give what I was told to give, and you still haven’t learned the lesson. They got you now.
From my perspective, may you get everything that you deserve with ALL THE WOMEN you have ever scammed in your existence of living. You came to be the villain in so many women’s stories, but you also came to learn and clean up some personal shit of your own. I did the damn reading, I know. Until you do that part, your Ancestors will give you grief.
I wipe my hands clean of you. I call on The Most High as my protection from you, and any of the flying monkeys you have working for you now and forever more, in this dimension, and any other dimensions, universes, parallel realities, on all timelines, any and all principalities not aligned with The Most High Creator of All Things.
I release you all. In the name of The Most High Creator, I rebuke you ALL, and I call back to reclaim ALL ENERGIES that belong to me — and to return to you all that belongs to you and your flying monkeys.
May ALL WOMEN who have been personally scammed by YOU, FLAVOUR, CHINEDU OKOLI, be compensated generously, not only the money you swindled, but for the energy you stole.
You have been spiritually handed over to The Most High, the Ancestors, and whatever else comes with that. YOU ARE NO LONGER MY CONCERN.
This message was from the spirit realm that woke my ass out of a good sleep to come talk to you, before I fully shut all your social media connections down.
I told you, the spirit realm don’t play. It’s a FAFO situation, and if you haven’t experienced it already, you’re about to.
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