According to Linda Ikeji, May D Baby mama wey dem dey call Adebola Olowoporoku don cry out about the musician domestic violence against her. Na wa oo.
My name is Debola I’m sure you know who I am, you put me on
ur blog about 3yrs ago, for tattooing a Nigerian artist name on my body, I’m
MayD’s baby Mama… I haven’t come here to rant or make noise, but to say some
important things that I feel people should know. I will try to make my story as
short as possible.
I was with MayD for 8years, which implies we were together from
the get-go, before his career began and when nobody knew him obviously. For
many years I stayed with him, obviously as his girlfriend, I supported him, financially,
physically and emotionally. Back then when I was in Babcock we passed through
loads of hurdles together being that he was struggling and incapable of
providing for himself and I was obliged to supporting him financially. Even
when it was extreme, like giving him a semester’s tuition to pay for studio
sessions while I stupidly stayed at home, the things we do for love right?I
practically paused my life for him, for us at a point. The sad part about this
whole thing is that I never got tired I did everything that was within my
reach. He stopped to cater for his kid a while ago, which I took
responsibilities for and started to do diligently.
Now, like most
relationships we had major problems which included the frequent cheating and escapades with girls which I obviously
endured as I was consumed by the “main chick” title. Not that I was even
getting any good thing in return, he
never for one day acknowledge me, or made me feel like we were in a
relationship together. I had no simple freedom to do whatsoever on my own, be
it business, friendship etc.
The thing I
couldn’t cope with was the fact that he beat me up at every slightest
opportunity he had, he beats me up like a man, he beat me up so badly infront
of our little boy all the time. He assaulted me regularly, I suffered domestic
violence in silence, and this last time he beat me up so badly and I passed
out.. I saw my life flash right infront of me. I witnessed been close to death,
I prayed to survive each time he pounced on me, damaging several properties nd
breaking diff stuff on my head.
This had to be my last experience, as I thought to myself,
who will take care of my child for me if I die in his hands? Who will he call
mother? Who will stand by him? So I left the relationship hurriedly without
thinking of how much time, energy, resources that must have been wasted.
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