Footballer Emmanuel Adebayor who made some startling revelation
about his family recently took to his facebook page this afternoon to
shed more light on his rocky relationship with one of his brothers,
Rotimi Adebayor pictured with him above.
According to him…
Here is another part of the story I have
kept inside since. Today I feel the constant need to let it out. If I
share my stories, it is because I believe every story comes with a
lesson. And the lesson is for anyone that is reading this. This is about
a brother who keeps saying today that I am not a good support for our
family His name is Rotimi Adebayor. At the age of 13, he did something
very bad. He and I know what he did. Because of that our parents had to
send him to a village far from the big city.
When I started to be successful in football and I went to Togo for
vacation; at that time one of my mother’s friend came from the village
to visit us. As she explained how Rotimi was suffering in the village, I
immediately asked them to bring him back into the city.
As soon as he came back, I made sure I put him in school. For me
that is normal. In 2002, I went to play the AFCON in Mali and I had the
huge privilege to swap my shirt with Marc-Vivien Foé. May his soul rest
in peace. When I got back to Togo, I put that shirt in a secure place.
My brother found a way to steal that shirt and sold it. When I moved
from Metz to Monaco, we reached an advanced stage in the Champions
League and we played against Real Madrid. It was one of most beautiful
day of my life because I was lucky enough to get a signed shirt from the
football legend Zinedine Zidane. As I brought that shirt back to Togo,
my brother still found a way to steal that shirt and sold it. When I
was in Metz, I was earning about €15,000 a month. I wanted to get
something unique for my mom to thank her for all she did for me. I
wanted to make her happy.
So I decided to take an amount worth 3 months of my wages and I
bought her a Cartier neckless for about €45,000. Rotimi and his friends
Akim(@Yam Freedom) and Tao (@Sao Tao Oyawole) made a plan and stole that
precious neckless. They sold it for about €800. When my mom and I found
out, my mother asked me not to bother because he is the younger
brother. Despite the situation, I would like to take this same occasion
to wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day! .And the lesson is for anyone that is reading this.
This
is about a brother who keeps saying today that I am not a good support
for our family. His name is Rotimi Adebayor. At the age of 13, he did
something very bad. He and I know what he did. Because of that our
parents had to send him to a village far from the big city. When I
started to be successful in football and I went to Togo for vacation; at
that time one of my mother’s friend came from the village to visit us.
As she explained how Rotimi was suffering in the village, I immediately
asked them to bring him back into the city. As soon as he came back, I
made sure I put him in school. For me that is normal.
In
2002, I went to play the AFCON in Mali and I had the huge privilege to
swap my shirt with Marc-Vivien Foé. May his soul rest in peace.
When
I got back to Togo, I put that shirt in a secure place. My brother
found a way to steal that shirt and sold it. When I moved from Metz to
Monaco, we reached an advanced stage in the Champions League and we
played against Real Madrid. It was one of most beautiful day of my life
because I was lucky enough to get a signed shirt from the football
legend Zinedine Zidane. As I brought that shirt back to Togo, my brother
still found a way to steal that shirt and sold it.
When I was in Metz, I was earning about €15,000 a month. I wanted to
get something unique for my mom to thank her for all she did for me. I
wanted to make her happy. So I decided to take an amount worth 3 months
of my wages and I bought her a Cartier neckless for about €45,000.
Rotimi and his friends Akim(@Yam Freedom) and Tao (@Sao Tao Oyawole)
made a plan and stole that precious neckless. They sold it for about
€800. When my mom and I found out, my mother asked me not to bother
because he is the younger brother.
Despite the situation, I would like to take this same occasion to wish all the mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day!
In my house, I have a storage room where I keep some of my belongings
when I travel back to Europe. I am the only one with that key but my
brother managed to get a master key that was able to open every single
door in the house. He frequently stole drinks and other items from that
room.
After all this we kept saying “blood is thicker than water” and we
moved on. Therefore, I decided to take him where I started my football
in France. I brought him to a great football academy in France. You
already know how this story ended. He stole cellphones from many of his
teammates and they sacked him from the football academy. By the way,
after I published the first story about him, he called me to say that he
did not steal exactly 21 phones. He claimed that the number was lower
than that. Still…Is that acceptable? He also added that I should be
happy that he stole drinks and other items from my storage room. I asked
him why and he replied: “Because I am your brother”.
Jacques Songo’o who is now a retired Cameroonian footballer also had
his son in the academy and he was a good friend of Rotimi. Let me add
that he was part of my development as a footballer and he always gave me
good advices. I was in Togo on my days off when Songo’ocalled me; he
sounded very angry. He explained to me how my brother stole his son’s
PSP. When I asked my brother why he did that, he argued that he forgot
it in his bag. How can you forget someone else’s device in your bag and
travel with it from France to Togo? Since that day, my relationship with
Songo’o changed and he has become pretty distant with me and my family.
I was still in Monaco when I decided to collect all football boots from
my teammates so I could give them to people in Africa. I had a huge bag
full of shoes. I brought that bag to Togo. A few days after when I
decided to give the boots out to the people in need, I noticed the bag
full of boots disappeared. Later on, I found out that my brother was the
one who stole the bag and went to sell the shoes in Hedzranawoé (famous
public market in Togo).
One day, my mom called me early in the morning when I was still in bed.
She told me that Rotimi has gotten a Visa to go to Dubai so he can play
football out there. He had to leave that day with his friend Kodjovi
(@Denilson de Souza) who was in the same situation. It was either they
went that day or the Visa would be suspended. I asked one of my guys at
the time (@Agui Mozino) to go find tickets for my brother and his
friend.
We
could not find any economy class ticket on that day so I had to get
them both first class tickets. After all, it was an opportunity for him
to make his own career in Dubai. Only 4days later, Rotimi went back
home. He explained how the lifestyle in Dubai was not made for him. He
said he wasn’t free to do what he wanted to do because it is a strictly
Muslim place. He couldn’t drink, party as much as he wanted or kiss
girls in public.
The
part 3 is coming out soon and it will be about the man that calls
himself the father of the family @Kola Adebayor A.K.A Lion of Judah.
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