They Said I Was Possessed Because of My Style of Music -Weird MC Shares .

I remember standing backstage in 2006, just after performing “Ijoya” at one of the biggest award shows in Nigeria. The crowd was screaming. The lights were blinding. My energy was unmatched.

But as I stepped off the stage, all I got from the organizers was a cold glance and a whisper: “That one… she dey possessed.”Yes. That’s what they said about me.

They didn’t mean it as a joke. I heard it again and again. From media execs. From radio hosts. Even from some pastors. They looked at my shaved head, my oversized streetwear, my bold voice, and labeled me unnatural. Some said I was demonic. Others claimed I was “an agent sent to confuse the youth.”

No one cared to ask who I really was. They didn’t see the hours I spent in prayer, the fasting, the brokenness. They just saw an image that didn’t fit their box. So they turned me into a rumor.

I was raised with faith. But even I started to question myself.
Was I cursed? Was I too different to be accepted by my own people?

I would cry alone in hotel rooms after shows. Big applause outside, deep emptiness inside. People loved the brand — Weird MC — but no one wanted to know the woman. I wasn’t getting endorsements. I wasn’t getting love. I was just “that strange one with the demon beats.”

Then one night in 2009, something changed. I was alone in my room in London. I dropped to my knees, sobbing. And for the first time in years, I prayed without asking for success.
I just said:“God, if you’re really here… please love me for real.” That night broke me. But it also birthed me again.

From that moment, I gave my life to Christ not as a label, not to rebrand  but to truly find healing. I began reading scripture, attending small church fellowships, speaking in schools, mentoring broken youth. Slowly, I stepped out of the spotlight to do work that mattered — even if no one saw it.

You see, people judged me without knowing my pain. But God took my pain and gave me a platform.

So here’s my message to you:
If the world calls you names, if they misunderstand your fire — don’t let them define your worth.
Let God tell your story.
He took the girl they called “possessed” and gave her a purpose.

I’m still Weird MC. Still bold. Still loud. But now, I’m loud for the right reasons. I speak life. I speak truth. To every misfit, every outcast, every “weird one” reading this — I see you. God sees you.

Don’t shrink.
Shine.