Posted by by OMOTOLA JOLADE EKEINDE on
Hello diary, how would you feel if you just woke up one morning without nightmares and there's a knock on your door with a delegate of about 6 people, with the mission of claiming you?
Hello diary, how would you feel if you just woke up one morning without nightmares and there's a knock on your door with a delegate of about 6 people, with the mission of claiming you? I see eyes narrowing… What on earth does that mean? Wait until you read this letter from a family claiming I am their long, lost daughter:
The Family of Adeyemi
Silifat 29/03/2004
Dear Mrs Omotola Jolaade,
Quite an age, how are you, your husband and your children? The motive of this letter is to inform you that, we the family of Adeyemi found out that you're Silifat Adeyemi our daughter we have been looking for since October, 1985.
If you could remember, you had your elementary education at Ansar-Islam Primary School Alla in Alla, area of Kwara State and Woko-Womu Girls Secondary School, Omuaran, Kwara State and when you finished secondary school, you went to sister Yinka in Lokoja, when you got there, it was not up to 2 weeks you were nowhere to be found in Lokoja. It was then your mother, Onibipe Abegbe went to Lokoja herself to look for you and she took you down to Lagos. On getting to Lagos your brother Rasaq Adeyemi asked you to stay with him at Savage Street in Orile Iganmu.
Meanwhile, during that fateful period, your stepmother came from Ife to stay with you and your brother for a short while, it was 3 days after which was on Saturday we could not find you, so since then we've been looking for you but our effort to see you was to no avail.
Your mother, Onibipe Abegbe who lived at No 3 Alubomimu Street, Isale Eko, tried her best in looking for you to the extent that in the process, she had an accident and after 3 years she recovered and later had stroke till this moment.
We have come to your house at Ipaye about 3 times but we were not allowed to enter by the gateman.
I Kuburat Adeyemi your sister, I'm appealing to you to please come and see your mother because she thinks a lot about you, so in order not to lose her untimely you have to come and see her. I'm still at No 23, Muri Ojora Street, Amukoko, Lagos and you can call me on these numbers 01-4820104, 08035522426, 08033023374.
The names of your brothers and sisters are Kuburat Adeyemi, Muritala Adeyemi, Fausat Adeyemi and Taofeeq Adeyemi. Till I see you, cherio.
Your lovely sister
Kuburat.
NB: One of your old passport photographs is enclosed.
My dear diary, now in developed countries when celebrities go paranoid we think it's because they are on drugs. How about people driving you N-U-T-S! I was at Enugu doing what I love doing when I got a call from my hubby, intimating me about this letter. As soon as I saw the letter, I freaked out. This was coming on the heels of about two or three other such claims but this one was mind blowing. Earlier, March I got a call on my way to location, that I had to be at the National Theatre by the A.G.N president. It was an emergency he hollered. I did a runabout turn on Eko bridge and on getting to the National Theatre, I met a scene, where a young girl Rhoda Okafor, insisted that after her parents of a Nigerian father and Cameroonian mother took her to Cameroon and subsequently their death years after, she asked her only brother who their families are in Nigeria and how to locate them. Her only brother, then told her that the only family of theirs he knows in Nigeria is OMOTOLA.
Una see me see trouble? This is crazy. There are also two cases that are too funny to be published. Now this! I concluded in my heart that as long as none of them comes near me or my home, I was just going to ignore them. Then it happened. June 22nd there were vicious knocks on my gate.
I was about driving out so, I decided to find out myself what the problem was. Standing in front of me were about four people, an old man and probably his wife, and two other people who immediately started begging me that they came all the way from Ilorin and that I should reconsider and come back home. They asked me to please check for a birthmark on my stomach that they all have in their family and showed me the picture you see in this publication as me before I left home. Hmm. If this people's child ever gets to read or see this publication, I beg her to set her parents free.
Let me categorically state here that I know my family and my siblings. I certainly do not have any Okafor blood neither do I have any Adeyemi blood etc. I am not looking for my family and will definitely not take it easy with any claimers from now on. Thank you.
Dear Diary, I hope to be here with you for as long as I am fit so let's hope some claimer doesn't take me away (Not so funny after all). I remain OMOTOLA JALADE EKEINDE
Till next week, lots of love.
N/B: Watch out next week for the newest hottest tricks in town. They've tried it on me, you don't want to miss this one.
By [ Omotola 3@yahoo.com ]
Saturday, July 10, 2004