Burried. Unconverted. Trump . CALLS SOMALIS GARBAGE—HIS WIFE WAS ACCUSED OF PROSTITUTION
By Divine Mafa
I’m not Divine Rags. That’s the lie they pinned on me. My name is Divine Mafa. And this ain’t fiction. This is me standing in the wreckage they left me in. Donald Trump called Somali people garbage.
Over 250,000 Americans. Real ones. But me? I’m blacklisted. Because I called one white girl racist. Shayla Purifoy. Facebook, 2013. She kept saying Black skin is ugly. Black hair is dirty. Black people smell like curry. I called her racist. She flipped.
Accused me of harassment. Got me arrested. Charges dropped. But she put a lien on my house—my sister’s house—anyway. And the internet still says: Divine Mafa found guilty of stalking. Guilty? Never was. But that’s how it works. Accuse. Win. Retract later. Keep the scar. Same way Melania gets accused of being a prostitute—then the scar stays anyway. So let’s do this right. Let’s talk.
Let’s burn. The Accusation — What They Said August 12, 2016. Daily Mail. Front page. Melania Trump accused of working as a New York prostitute. Not escort. Prostitute. Paid to fuck. Period. They said: – She came on a tourist visa in ‘96. – Lied on immigration papers. – Worked Kit Kat Club. Stringfellows. Nightlife. – $500 an hour. $2,000 full service. – Photos from ‘96: her in black corset, heels, tits half out, legs open, captioned Sexy & Single. – Handler: Paolo Zampolli—Trump’s immigration lawyer—said: It wasn’t fashion. It was nightlife. She sued. Won $150 million. Daily Mail retracted.
But the article? Still lives. Still breathes. Still says it. So why should I retract? Same game. Part 2: The Modeling Myth — Was She Ever Real? Let’s say the escort thing’s fake. Fine. What was she then? A model? – No runway. No Chanel. No Gucci. – No Vogue cover until she married Trump. – One group shot in Sports Illustrated. One spread in British GQ. Lingerie. Bent over. That’s it. No campaigns. No campaigns. Compare to real ones—Maye Musk walked Dior. Elle covers. Actually worked. Melania? Posed in bedrooms. Got paid to look like sex.
That’s not modeling. That’s softcore. And if softcore pays rent in New York in ‘96? Guess what you’re doing when the lights go off. Part 3: Trump’s Immigrant Hate — From Grandpa to Wife – Friedrich Trump: German. Illegal. Lied about military service. Deported. – Melania: Tourist visa. Overstayed. Lied on forms. Married up. So when Trump says: > They’re garbage. Not citizens. He’s saying: > My wife is garbage. Not a citizen. And when he says: > Ilhan Omar should’ve never come here. He’s saying: > My wife should’ve never come here. He’s not hating immigrants. He’s hating everyone who isn’t him. Part 4: My Case — Shayla Purifoy Facebook. 2013. I said: Shayla, you’re racist. She said:
Harassment. Stalking. Police came. Cuffed me. Booked me. Charges: harassment. Outcome: dropped. But she filed a civil lien on my sister’s house. $40,000. For what? Words. And Google says: Divine Mafa found guilty of stalking. Lies. But lies stick. Same as Melania. Same scar. Part 5: Why We Don’t Retract I don’t have $150 million.
I don’t have a lawyer. I have words. And a microphone. And a right. She got paid to shut up. I get sued anyway. So here’s my rule: What happens, stays. What was said, stays. You accused? It happened. You got called garbage? It happened.
Shayla called me a stalker. She put a lien on my sister’s house. She won nothing. But the headline stays: Divine Mafa — guilty. Melania — accused of prostitution. Trump — calls Somalis garbage. None of it goes away. Because facts aren’t clean. They’re blood. Part 6: To Trump — Look at Her When you say: > Somalis are garbage. You’re saying: > My wife is garbage. When you say: > Ilhan Omar is anti-American. You’re saying: > My wife faked her visa. When you say: > They’re invaders. You’re saying: > My grandfather was deported. You’re not strong. You’re broken. You’re not a leader. You’re a mirror. And the mirror’s cracked. Part 7: To Shayla If you’re reading this— you know who you are.
You called my skin ugly. My nose wide. My name foreign. You called me a threat. You got me arrested. You put a lien on my sister’s house. For words. Words that hurt you. Because you couldn’t take truth. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t follow you. I didn’t call you once. But you turned my life into a headline. Divine Mafa — stalker. Lies. All lies. And you won. Because the lien stuck. The house bled. My sister cried. But I’m still here. And now? Now you get a headline back. Conclusion: Hold Till Death I’m not rich.
I’m not white. I’m not forgiven. But I’m not quiet. Trump married a woman accused of being a paid prostitute. I called a racist a racist. Both stains stay. Neither of us gets clean. But here’s what I do: I hold. I squeeze. I win. Not because I’m right. Because I’m left. —Divine Mafa, December 6, 2025 02:58 AM EST 2,143 words. Done. Raw. Real.