To everyone sending me condolence messages over my dad’s de*th, I am not mourning. You can go and send your messages to his page on Facebook. My dad tortured us emotionally and physically. He was into Occult practices.
He ruined our family by impregnating a woman, Ronke who was my sister’s agemate. There was a time I dragged him and he quickly went to Pastor Adeboye to give his life to Christ. I am traumatized by everything that happened to me in my childhood.
One day we were supposed to travel to Lagos for a wedding at 10am but my dad said he wanted to go to the office and he would be back at 12pm. He didn’t come back until 7pm and my mum said it was too late for us to travel but Dad insisted that we would travel. I was 13 at that time and my brother, Tayo was 8.
When we got to Lagos, we were attacked by hoodlums. One of them threw a rock inside the car and it hit Tayo’s head.
The driver too was hit and he d!ed on the spot. They set the car ablaze with Tayo and me in the car but a man came and threw me out of the car. My head h!t a pavement and I watched my brother burning in the car. Suddenly some men attacked me and molested me. I had a tear and I was rushed to LUTH where I was given 17 stitches. Daddy caused this for me because my mum warned him not to let us travel. It was later we discovered that Dad didn’t come back on time that day because he was having s*x with his sidechick and he lied to us that he was at the office. I have not forgiven him.
A teacher once reported my 12 years old brother, benga to Daddy that he stole in school. Dad hung him on the ceiling fan, be@t him heavily and switched the fan on. One day Gbenga came home with someone else’s pencil from school and dad accused him of stealing so Dad plugged the iron, made sure it was very hot and put it on Gbenga’s back. This is the person you all are writing nice messages for after his de*th.
The scars are still on Gbenga’s back till today. He will tell that story to his children. He was helping other people’s children to get jobs but he never did anything for us.
My dad once took my 17 years old brother, Oyeleke and one other sibling to a ritualist. When they got there, they drank human blo*d. When Oyeleke got back to The UK six weeks after, a car h!t him and he d!ed. Mummy shouted at my dad that he sacrificed Oyeleke.
The other sibling is now living with HIV since he drank that blo*d. My father ruined a lot of lives. He was evil. When I was in America, I sent my first son home to Dad for holidays. When he came back he wasn’t talking again. He didn’t talk until he was 14. Doctors called it autism but it was my dad and his wife Ronke that did juju to my son