Yah! The heat is still on and it’s
very unlikely to end anytime soon. The former Real Madrid and Arsenal striker
is still sharing more interesting stories about his brother named Rotimi
Adebayor whom he accused of stealing…Lol! He even promised to share another
denting story about the 'one who called himself the father of the family'….Lol!
We are waiting dear
Read below...
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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