Tottenham striker, Emmanuel Adebayor has
released further bombshell regarding his family
troubles on his Facebook page.
See Adebayor’s latest Facebook rant 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!
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.
Sahara reporters
released further bombshell regarding his family
troubles on his Facebook page.
See Adebayor’s latest Facebook rant 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!
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.
Sahara reporters
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