I intend to show young women entering the movie or showbiz industry that they have hard choices to make. They have to choose between growing organically with dignity or leapfrogging into overnight stardom with unspeakable compromises. I intend to show them that they will suffer for their stubborn refusal to earn a place on the big stage with their body. I grew up with a void in my life, but it really didn’t mean much to me until that fateful afternoon when my Primary Five class teacher, Mr. B.B. Grant, summoned me to his desk, in front of the classroom. As I approached his desk, another boy in my class also scampered toward us. The teacher had called him too. I did not have the faintest hint about why the two of us were Mr. Grant’s subjects of interest and summons, but it would not take forever to find out. Contrary to an ordinary day filled with laughter and lighthearted banter, this news had the power to turn Nelson’s world upside down. She wasted no time in reaching out to the man responsible for this unexpected twist of fate, none other than the talented Ghanaian musician, Sarkodie. At primary six, I was about 12 years old and conscious of a number of things. I was conscious of the fact that my two siblings, Enoch and Sylvia, had a surname that was different from mine. Theirs was Davies. And mine was Nelson. I didn’t take the time to know much about Davies, but in those days, I did not need to be told that he was an important somebody in the country. Lt. Col. Joseph Kabu Davies was not only a senior military officer but also someone who appeared influential. I had seen photographs of him with President Ft. Lt. Jerry John Rawlings, and that was enough to tell me his pedigree.

Nelson candidly describes their relationship as not particularly serious. As a music enthusiast, she gravitated towards individuals in the music industry, drawn to Sarkodie’s talent. Their connection grew deeper as they spent more time together.

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Currently one of Ghana and Africa's most decorated rapper, Sarkodie, who released his debut album "Makye" in 2009, had always been private about his relationship and love life until his marriage in 2018. If you want to know more about Yvonne Nelson’s life, I Am Not Yvonne Nelson’s book is one you should definitely read. About the Author: Yvonne Nelson In most cases, such stories come out with exaggerated virtues of the writer. The rough edges are often trimmed, and all the creases about their lives are neatly ironed out, leaving an almost perfect account of an obviously imperfect person. Chapter 10 of the book focuses on Yvonne Nelson’s love life with Iyanya. Writing on her relationship with Iyanya, the actress claims that the singer cheated on her several times with ladies including fellow actress Tonto Dikeh.

The subtle text of the feministic agenda and male hegemony the author —unknowingly— keeps denoting in her work is duely noted. In the 14th chapter titled “Genevieve Nnaji and the rest”, Yvonne Nelson refers to the veteran actress as “my unproblematic queen”. She talks about her time working with Genevieve Nnaji on the set of a movie titled “To Love and to Cherish” and describes how great it was working with the screen goddess. The drama and the twists and turns of this moving story have all the markings of a spell-binding movie script, except that the protagonist, who is an actor, is contending with a reality that intermittently soaks her pillow with tears,” the review said.. Another takeaway from Yvonne’s memoir is her brief stint in politics and how it ended because of her loyalty to John Dumelo.The assignment he gave us that day meant different things to Eugene and me. To Eugene, it meant exactly what the teacher said—he should ask his parents. In my case, I had no parents. I had only a parent. Eugene had a father and a mother to ask, but I had only a mother. I would later discover that Eugene, like me, had actually only one parent who was in the position to know the answer. Written in a language that is characteristically provocative, somewhat honest and sharp with an overly redundant description. Also both men are influential men in the society hinting at a pattern of being with men who could provide for her and her kids).

This popular book hitting the shelves of many readers —even if most of them are intrigued by the excerpt on the moral negligence of a popular Ghanaian artist— across the country is yet another restoration in the budding reading culture among Ghanaians. It was a question that confused me, but Eugene and I did not have any difficulty answering it. We were not related. We bore the same surname, but it wasn’t strange to have two or three children in the same class and from different hometowns bearing the same surname. Eugene was short and I was tall. His nose, eyes, head and every other feature of his was different from mine. The only feature we shared was a fair complexion. That, too, was not a novelty, for we were not the only fair children in that class. But the teacher, peering into our personal records on his desk, appeared to know more than we did. To us, we were not related in any way, but he thought there might be something we did not know. The legendary Nigerian writer, Chinua Achebe, once said, If you don’t like someone’s story, write your own. Writing one’s own story helps to cure the misrepresentation and inaccuracies that are likely to occur if one’s story is told by others. However, writing one’s story does not come easy. Anyone who decides to write his or her own story is often confronted with the dilemma of how far to go, how much to reveal, and how clean the writer should look in the story. Pulling her own Caroline from Real Housewives of Lagos card, Yvonne goes into alleged cases of actresses and actors being pimped out to Nigeria’s financial and political elites. While she doesn’t mention names, she goes on about her experience and how she avoided following the same pattern during her time in Nollywood. Rumours have gone on for years about Yvonne Nelson’s alleged relationship with Ghanaian rapper Sarkodie. Source: I Am Not Yvonne NelsonIf, like me, you were gagging after seeing“Genevieve Nnaji and the Rest” as the title of the book’s 14th chapter, then I’m sorry to disappoint you. It’s not like I was expecting something scandalous about my unproblematic queen, but not everyone in this book has been mentioned for good, so there were some mild heart palpitations. This is a book that is bound to ruffle feathers and ignite wild debates, but those who read it objectively and without the judgmental binoculars will see the story of a young woman—fallible like all other mortals— who is determined to leave a mark despite the internal and external forces that have erected high hurdles in her way. Uncharacteristic of an autobiography, the author comes to her audience stark naked. The book opens the door widely into the life of the author and exposes the good, the bad, and the ugly sides, not only of her life but also of the make-believe world of celebrities. I Am Not Yvonne Nelson" is an explosive and riveting account of a young woman who sets out to discover herself but finds out that she has been living with a false identity.