The accusation at ten. Boarding school exile. Learning that being seen clearly meant being seen as dangerous.
The
Named
Woman
The mask cracked.
This is what I built from what was underneath.
For the witch
they said I was
I was ten when they called me a witch.
The accusation came in a courtyard in Kaduna. They flogged me in front of the other girls. That night I learned it with my own skin: stay small, and no one calls you dangerous.
For twenty years I bent myself into good, watched my own mouth before I opened it and cut my instincts down to a size nobody would flinch at. The mask became my face.
This is what happened when the mask cracked.
This is a book
about structure.
THE NAMED WOMAN is the death of the performer, and the structure built where she used to stand.
It moves through Nigeria, Hungary, and the online rooms where women trade wisdom and stay stuck. It traces the space between knowing everything and having nothing.
The performance stopped working.Something had to be built in its place.
It begins with a name you choose yourself, the day you stop waiting for someone else's approval.
If the Studio shows you how I govern the day, and the Rite lets me examine your pattern with you, the book shows you where my own thinking came from.
Order the BookThis book is for you if
- You've been called "too much" so many times you made yourself less.
- You're successful on paper and torn apart underneath.
- You translate yourself for acceptance and resent yourself for it.
- You know what you want but apologise for wanting it.
- You've outgrown self-improvement. You want precision.
- You're high-capacity, exhausted from carrying everyone, done performing.
What's inside
Thirteen years performing Zinny instead of Obianuju. Immigration. The self splitting in two. The sovereign witch concert that required the performer to die.
The collapse. Living different versions depending on who was watching.
Reclaiming Obianuju. Building ARTOMYSTIC. The 7 Pillars, 7 Laws, 8 Arcs, 10 Dreams. The architecture that holds when performance ends.
"A brutal, precise memoir that refuses comfort and offers something better: coherence."
— Kata Library MOZ"Obianuju writes like someone who survived by becoming invisible and then chose to become unignorable instead."
— Early ReaderObianuju Tóth
Flogged at ten for being a witch.
Spent twenty years bending herself into being good.
The mask cracked. She built ARTOMYSTIC from what was underneath.
Born in Nigeria
Living in Hungary
Working in ritual art, music, writing
She lived all 10 self-betrayal patterns.
Now she names yours.
Stop translating yourself.
Start here.
Order The Named Woman
Paperback · 142 pages · €12.99 · ARTOMYSTIC Press

