Olufemi Ali rapes London based Artist

Olufemi Ali

Olufemi Ali

Olufemi Ali

Olufemi Ali

Ruth Bircham and Olufemi Ali

Ruth Bircham, my Facebook friend, a multimedia erotic artist based in the United Kingdom, says that she was raped by Olufemi Ali, her Facebook friend. Olufemi's Ali's pictures are as shown above.

Below is her Facebook update:

The accident on 10th June, 2017.

My sister in law and niece saw me fall to the ground on the street from their car. She called the ambulance and kept me conscious until the ambulance arrived. I was kept in hospital by the doctors.

For FIVE DAYS, IN MY HOUSE, I WAS UNABLE TO EAT ANY FOOD, because the DWP messed about with the money that it was giving me..... THE MEDICAL ASSESSORS SLANDER STOPPED THE ESA FROM PAYING MY RENT, And all other bills. I was; a victim of Lies.

I wrote to my local MP Steve Reed and he wrote to the DWP. The DWP said that the medical assessment is invalid assessment and will do a reassessment on me. They Called me for reassessment this year, last month. 

On the 5th June 2017 whereby they had to do a second reassessment, because I was rushed to hospital on the first reassessment due to chronic constipation from the pain killers that I take for the pains in my body. The arthritis, sciatica lumbar, carpal tunnel, spinal stenosis, intestinal malrotation deformity. 

On the 5th June at the assessment, they had the AIR CONDITIONING ON & CONSTANT COLD AIR BLEW on my legs in the waiting room for an hour. This worsened my arthritis in my whole legs. I tried getting up and moving around to loosen the stiffness in my both legs, but the sciatica kicked in and I had to sit down under the air conditioning. 

When I next got up, MY Legs Gave WAY from Beneath Me LOADS of times and I couldn't walk. When I was called, every time I placed my foot down 👇 they took turns giving way from under me.

SO ON THE 6TH 7, 8, 9 & 10TH JUNE I HAD NOT EATEN ANY FOOD AT ALL. ON the 10TH OF JUNE, I FORCED MY LEGS TO WALK because none of my family would help me for food shopping 🏬 so I was extremely hungry and had to go shopping. 

I had to leave one Crutches at home to bring the shopping trolley. It was very hot that day and this is why I fell to the ground on my way back home. 

I was taken home by ambulance to the hospital and back home again by ambulance service, a doctor X- rayed me and said that my both legs are severely sprained and because of the staples in my right leg, that it will take a month before I can weight bare on my leg. 

On the 24th JUNE I WAS RAPED BY a FIVE years FRIENDSHIP Of a FACEBOOK FRIEND FROM NIGERIA. I Do not blame every Nigerian man for this Nigerian RAPIST. This is what happened to me. And I feel so bloody numb. I can't believe it. 

If this isn't rape, then what is called rape?And he asked me what was up with my legs.  

As I walked with the crutches into the dining room, he said to me that he was worried about the issues of my legs and what treatment that I was getting. I started to explain, I sat on the mattress that was my makeshift bed which was unsteady, I offered him the computer chair to sit on, but instead he tried to sit on my mattress and fell off it. 

I offered him the chair again and he said he was fine on the mattress. I moved away from him, so that there was a huge space between us. While I was explaining the treatment to him, he leaned towards me and grabbed my breasts, I brushed his hand away and told him not to touch me. 

"No don't touch me!'' I said and I tried to get up of the mattress to reach for my crutches, he said that he wouldn't touch me again, so I told him that the next time he touched me he must leave my house. 

I continued to explain the condition of my legs and he reached over again and touched my breasts again, pushing his hand down into my top. I told him to stop and to get out of my house. He stood up and I thought he was going to leave, then he pulled down his trousers swiftly. 

I was shocked but I reached for my crutches to pull me up. He moved my crutches away from me and pulled down my leggings and panties at the same time then he threw his whole body weight on to my bruised body that was injured from the fall. 

He wedged his fat chunky body between my legs and he pulled down his shorts, I was telling him to get of me, to stop. 

"Get off me!!!'' I shouted. 

''What are you doing?'' I asked him. 

''Get of me!'' 

I pushed at him with both my arthritis fingers and carpal tunnel hands and arms to get of me but my hands hurt. When I moved them to push him off me, I continued pushing at him. I said, 

''No! no! no! Get off me!!! 

He leaned forward with his full chunky body weight onto my bruised chest and ribs and entered me. I couldn't feel anything and he was moving against me and saying, 

''I told you. I will fuck you! I can do it in your ass.''

I said, ''Get off me! No get off!'' 

I couldn't move my sprained legs as they hurt so much every time I moved them. I attempted but they wouldn't move. I pushed at him with my numb osteoarthritis fingers and hands but he never stopped. I felt numb and I must have blacked out because he was off me and there was a horrible strong smell and wetness between my legs and I felt rising vomit in my mouth and I couldn't move. 

Then I heard him far away asking me where the bathroom was. My ears felt numb and my eyes were blurring and I said, 

''What?!'' 

I couldn't get up I tried to get up and I couldn't get up. Then he was upstairs then I heard him come back down and I got my crutches and quickly moved as I thought he was going to rape me again. 

Then he went back upstairs. My legs were giving away and I crawled upstairs because the smell was so strong and I wanted to vomit. I couldn't use the portable toilet because I took the removable section upstairs that morning. 

So I crawled up the stairs on my hands and feet to the bathroom and pushed against the door to go in and he was there and he said something but it sounded distant. And I don't know how I got back down the stairs and I don't know what happened only that he was sitting on my mattress playing with his phone then he looked up at me. I was leaning on the door frame holding my two crutches looking at him. 

He said smiling, ''Lovely love making.'' 

I stared at him and said, 

''That wasn't love making. You raped me get out of my house! 

He continued to play with his phone. I stood there waiting for him to leave. Then I don't remember again. 

Then we are both at the front door and he is taking pictures of me. I can't remember what happened after the photograph taking. 

I felt afraid to sit down. Then my legs gave away from beneath me and I dragged myself to sit in the front room and he came back into my house into the sitting room. I was afraid. 

This is what happened to me on the 24th June 2017. I was raped and the law said that he is free.... 

I have to be strong and be the strongest person ever because I am not only doing this for me. I'm doing it for every single raped victim in the world and especially in the UK this is pure sickness!

Oh! My God! This is what happened to an helpless woman. The bastard, Olufemi Ali, his name on Facebook is Femoral Aloral (Femi Ali), is walking about like a free man because the London Police thinks that Miss Bircham led to the act.

I used to think that it was only the Nigerian Police that was daft. The London Police too haf join.

Who is a lawyer based in the United Kingdom? How can you help this woman?

You have all seen the face of the bastard. Avoid him. If he is your family member, the curse will be on you if you do not fish him out for justice.

There is no reason for a woman to be raped. She is an erotic artist does not give any idiot the right to violate her human right. 

Justice must prevail.

NO! Is NO!

MY LESBIAN FRIEND

After my Ordinary National Diploma (OND) in accounting at Yaba College of Technology, Lagos, I got a job at Equitorial Trust Bank where I did my Industrial Attachment (IT).

My colleagues and boss would advise me not to go back for my Higher National Diploma (HND) but go to a university. I was told that HND holders had lower prospects of getting promotions and that there was a very high segregation between HND graduates and university degree graduates.

I tried to get into Obafemi Awolowo University and Ogun state university but I was not successful. After a while, I got tired of working at the bank and decided to stay at home to prepare for another JAMB or get a direct entry into a university.

It was the era of satellite campuses. I saw the advert for a diploma in accounting at Abubarkar Tafa Balewa University, Bauchi. I went to the school at Fadeyi to make enquiries. I was told that having the school's diploma would make it faster to get into it's university than if I used my OND at Yaba Tech.

So, I discussed with my parents and they gave their permission and money and I began the registration process at the ATBU outreach.

It was at this school that I met her. She was very fair in complexion. Her name was Julie. We became friends on my first day at the school. She was the one that came to meet me and we began to gist. We became close and after school, we would leave together and take the same bus. I would be the first to get down before her because I was also attending my ICAN school (Instititute of Chartered Accountants of Nigeria) at WYSE which was in the same area.

Julie liked to talk about her boyfriends and sugar daddies. She would sponsor my lunch during break time.

One day, I was sitting alone in another class studying for a test. I was the only one in that class. She came to meet me.
She said,
"Kemi what are you doing?"
I said, "You can see that I am studying."
She said, "You are studying abi."
And as she was saying that, she was grabbing my breasts and smooching them.
Then she made some mourning sound and planted a kiss on my lips.
I said, "Julie, are you alright?"
She said, "Continue reading. We will talk later."

After class, I did not call her. I just left the school and went home. At this time, my mind did not go to anything like lesbianism. I just thought that she was fooling around and I was disgusted.

I had heard about lesbians when I was in secondary school. A friend of mine who had elder sisters in a girls' only school had gisted me about how girls would have sex partners and they will be calling themselves, my 'ichu' and that they would use wrapper to cover themselves whilst they fondled themselves in bed.

As exams approached, Julie asked me to come and stay with her in the girls' hostel that was near the school. She had moved into the hostel a month before because she complained that her aunt whom she stayed with had started giving her wahala because of her numerous boyfriends and sugar daddies.

She said she was having problems in accounting and that it would be nice if I came to stay with her so that we could study together. I told her that I would ask my parents if they would allow me to stay with her so that I will be able to get to school faster because of the exams.

I never bothered to ask my parents because I knew that there was no need to stay in any hostel. I could cope with coming to school from home everyday. Besides, my parents are very strict. They would want to know whom I was going to stay with and ask so many questions that I would be tired.

The next day, I told her that my parents said that there was no need to move in with her and that I could come from home.
I said,
"Besides, won't your room mate mind an extra person?"

She said, "I live in my room alone. You have refused to come and visit me. How will you know? Every time you will be be going for ICAN lectures. You don't even have time for me again.
Hanhan, Kemi why are you behaving like this? I have already made preparations for us. If you come and stay with me, I will take care of your feeding and you don't have to pay any money for the space. I have already paid for a year."

"Don't do me like this now" and as she made that last statement, she came towards me and started to smooch my breasts again and her right hand went down to my crouch.

I pushed her away. It felt weird.

When the exams started, she would come and sit next to me so that she could copy me. It was distracting. I could not get the incident out of my mind.

I raised up my hand and the invigilator asked me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted to leave my position and sit somewhere else.

After the exams, we did not speak to each other till our diploma session was over. I don't know whether she eventually went to ATBU. Well, I did not. Eventually, I got an admission into Olabisi Onabanjo University, Ago-Iwoye, Ogun state.

Probably, Julie thought that I was the male version of the lesbian because back then, I always wore a pair of jeans of different colours, shorts, shirts, boots, morcasin and behaved like a boy.

Why would I be attracted to a girl without an original 'poron', baritone voice and six packs?!
If I had gone to her room, wetin for don happen?

Lesbians, free me! Abeg!