The Check Would’ve Cost Me My Voice

Let me be real.

When everything blew up at Boost Radio, they tried to pay me to go away quietly.
They offered to move me back to North Carolina, cover my lease, and wrap it up with a neat little payout—if I agreed to keep working through the chaos and stay silent.

But let me ask you something:
How do you stay quiet about spiritual abuse wrapped in corporate Christianity?

Because that’s exactly what it was.

And I was going to stay quiet. I really was.
But why should I be silenced while they go on like nothing happened?
Why should I sit down while they rewrite the story to protect themselves?

I have just as much right to share my truth as they do to spread their lies.
Because in the words of Proverbs 12:19:
“Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.”

And like Katt Williams said,
“If you wanted the story to be different, you should’ve treated me better.”

I’m not sharing this to bash anyone. I’m sharing it because it’s my truth.
Pray about it. And if GOD still leads you to support them after reading all of this—then that’s between you and Him.
But as for me and my house? We will not.

Could I have spoken up sooner? Maybe.
But when you’re the only Black woman in the building, it’s hard to feel safe enough to do so.
And if you’re not Black, that may be hard to fully understand—but it doesn’t make it any less true.

And if anyone from the station is reading this—
I pray that GOD gives you a reality check for the harm you caused.
I didn’t deserve any of this.
I came in with a heart to serve, to make a difference. But by the time I left, I barely recognized myself—especially spiritually.

None of us are perfect. But if you're leading a multi-million dollar ministry, these are things you should be praying about before more people get hurt under your leadership.

You are a station built on “hope.” Yet the time I felt the most hopeless—was under your covering.

And that says everything.

What They Wanted Me to Work Through:

• A white coworker joked that someone calling my name—Nikki—sounded like the n-word.

• At lunch, two white women gave me a slavery term history lesson about “peanut gallery” and more—unsolicited.

• People repeatedly commented on my hair: “How many hairstyles you gonna have this month?”

• My boss chewed up Oreos, walked into my office, and showed me the mess in his mouth like it was a joke.

• That same boss ran a contest on air and told listeners to “Find something Black,” then asked if Black people counted.

• A white coworker opened a Black colleague’s personal package and texted him what was inside.

• A hired consultant called our show “the colored morning show.”

• Even after properly submitting PTO, I got texts asking why I was out—more than once.

• I was told not to attend a community event because it was “in the hood.”

• When asked to speak at a Black History event, my boss said, “What about white history month?”

• After a fundraiser hit $1 million, a Black employee joked on-air about being the Black Avenger. My boss looked at me and said, “Nikki said don’t leave her out.” I hadn’t even said a word.

• On Juneteenth, my boss changed his Facebook profile pic to one of him, me, and two other Black staff. Coincidence? I think not.

After I Spoke Up

After 11 exhausting meetings, I was put on two weeks paid leave—then left in silence.
No calls. No updates. Just surveillance.
They monitored my social media like I was dangerous.

And then came the NDA. The check. The soft threat: “Take this and stay quiet.”

But GOD said NO.
And so did I.

What Happened After I Left?

• They brought in a Black pastor to talk to staff for six hours about racial equality. If I was lying—why the workshop?

• The president of the company sat in a podcast interview and said the one thing she personally prays for is “coming together racially,” then added:
  “It’s hard to do life with people that are different than you.”

Let that sink in.
She didn’t say that in 1964.
She said it while leading a Christian ministry in 2024.

She also said, “The answer is moving toward each other.”
But based on how I was treated?
They weren’t moving toward me.
They were moving me out.
And keeping the people who fit their agenda.

Did they hire anyone to replace me?

No.
They still have the same staff—the ones who stayed quiet, played the game, and didn’t challenge the culture.

Oh, and it gets deeper.

• They hired a Black security guard after I left, saying someone came to the building and even asked a coworker if it was me.
  C’mon now. They have cameras. They know it wasn’t me.

• They sent out a note to staff saying they “didn’t agree with anything I said”—after apologizing for it.

• One of the pastors from our last meeting visited the church of a few station leaders to see what kind of church they were a part of—he later told those church pastors that one of their members did me dirty.
  The next day? One of those leaders said she felt threatened by his presence. At a public church.

I Have the Receipts—Literally.

Let’s not forget...
I have screenshots of at least 12 different coworkers stalking my social media for weeks after they let me go. Watching every word, every post, every caption—while giving me zero communication professionally.

They didn’t check on me.
They didn’t make it right.
They watched. And tried to control the story.

But GOD? He was writing a better one.

I Almost Took the Check…

But GOD had other plans.

Because that check came with chains—
But what GOD has for me?
That comes with clarity.
Healing.
Freedom.
Purpose.
And a platform I don’t have to shrink on.

This isn’t just my story—it’s my testimony.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve ever been told to sit down, shut up, or smile through it—don’t.
Tell your truth.
Stand in it.
And trust that GOD will handle the rest.

Because what they meant to break me?
GOD used to build me.

And I wouldn’t trade that for any check in the world.