Ghanaian actress and movie producer, Yvonne Nelson has been at the centre of most conversations across the African continent especially on social media since the release of her memoir “I’m Not Yvonne Nelson”.
From an alleged abortion to an amorous relationship with Nigerian musician Iyanya and many other captivating stories, one thing that has caught the attention of many is her current relationship with her mother.
For many who looked forward to seeing Yvonne Nelson share a picture of herself and her mum on Father’s Day as characteristic of her, this year was different and the reason is quite simple. The actress is no longer speaking to her mum and that’s been the situation for over a year now.
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A broken and hurt Yvonne Nelson is no longer speaking to her mum because she has refused to reveal the identity of her real dad after lying to her on two different occasions.
On these two occasions, Yvonne Nelson who was on a mission to find her real father was disappointed as DNA tests with some family members of the two alleged fathers proved she belonged to none of the families.
Portions of her memoir read;
“It has been more than a year since I saw my mother. Our last communication was on my birthday in 2022. She sent me a WhatsApp message wishing me a happy birthday: “Happy birthday my love. May the God of heaven continue to bless you in all your endeavours in Jesus’ name. Enjoy your day to the fullest.”
My response was: “If you truly love me, you will tell me who my father is. I’m 37 years. You have been unfair to me. This is the LAST time I will ever ask you.”
And I have since not asked her. I have given up hope that she will ever open up. Since she told me to leave her house, I have been blinded by what I consider wickedness, her decision to deny me the knowledge of my father. I can’t imagine myself doing that to my daughter. I do not know why she could do this to me in my entire life. I do not understand her. Whoever my father is, whatever surrounds my birth, I deserve to know. If it’s bad, and if telling me would hurt me, that’s my dad. That’s my story. I need to be told.”
The 263-page memoir 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.
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.
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.
