“The Doppelgängers from Hell” blog _ Abia Blachaje' {" Leyah"}

Human Traffickers: Bob Gino (Sexual Predator) & Paula Ansara Wilhelm (Predator/ Obsessive Envious Doppelgänger)

Human Trafficker: Chandra Shumwa: Doppleganger

It’s truly a marvel how life brings us lessons wrapped in the most ridiculous experiences. Imagine cheering on a fellow woman—girl power and all—only to discover she hates your guts, fueled by envy and an old-fashioned case of racist jealousy. Enter Paula Ansara Wilhelm, the so-called elite chair of the county’s largest children’s charity and a luxury real estate leader. A woman who, on paper, had everything: wealth, privilege, connections—an entire world handed to her on a silver platter.

And me? I had to fight for every inch of ground I’ve gained. No trust funds, no safety nets, no support from a corporate community that wasn’t built for women like me. I self-financed every dream, every step. Despite our differences, I celebrated her successes, truly believing in the power of women supporting women. Little did I know, behind the façade of philanthropy and "luxury leadership," she harbored a deep hatred for me—a brown-skinned woman who had the audacity to build her life independently. And worse? She wanted the little I had, as if her abundance wasn’t enough.

Bathsheba and King David—that’s the story that comes to mind. You know the one (2 Samuel 11). David had everything but still desired Bathsheba, a married woman. His desire consumed him so completely that he sent her husband, Uriah, to die in battle just so he could take her for himself. Sometimes I wonder: is my nemesis the reincarnated descendant of Uriah, destined to come for me again? Are we playing out a karmic story passed down through generations?

The thing about generational curses is this: someone has to break them.

And that someone was me.

I could have played their game. I could have joined the orgies, partaken in the drugs, or embraced their swinger lifestyle. The invitations were there, trust me. But I chose differently. I refused to sink into a vibration that didn’t serve the greater good in me. I refused to lose myself in the chaos.

Instead, I learned the greatest love of all: self-love.

And in doing so, I broke the cycle.

Anyone who knows me truly knows I’m not about that life. I went out to dance—because dancing is how I rejoice before my Father, my Creator. It’s how I give thanks, how I celebrate life in spite of all the madness swirling around me. Dancing is my praise, my release, my connection to joy. I’m an East Coast girl; we go out late, we move to the music, we live life to the fullest. That doesn’t make me a damn prostitute, stripper, drug addict, a dealer or an alcoholic!

Meanwhile, my doppelgänger—so I’ve heard—was out there trying to impersonate me, hosting coke-fueled ragers, sex-crazed parties with no protection, and engaging in behavior that could only be described as a "nasty heathenish mess." And she thought that was me? Please. The audacity.

It’s sad, really, watching someone work so hard to drag you down, to steal your identity, while you’re busy dancing your way through life. But you know what? I’ll keep dancing. I’ll keep rising. Because the greatest love I’ve found is within myself. And that love is stronger than any curse, any lie, any doppelgänger with a twisted agenda.

2 Samuel 11