details about the Drama going on between his baby
Mama, Sophia and Him…
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Birth of Imade Adeleke When the second trimester of
Sophia’s pregnancy was closing, she tortuously
announced to me that she was in the family way.
My mind was bemused,and so was my soul confused.
But I quickly realized that nothing more could be done to
alter my status as a father-to-be. I knew that i was not
ready to be a dad. Still, I adjusted myself to the realities
of my new situation and the consequences of my past
personal indiscretions.
I made the determination that I was going to be a good
dad. I also reasoned that my blunder is not enough
pretext to make me a husband. I was just 21. And so I
decided to be a responsible dad without being husband
to the mother of my baby. I never was in love with
Sophia neither was marriage ever in the offing.
Without knowing for sure that I was the real dad of the
baby, I entrusted Sophia to the services of a private
hospital for both pre-natal and post-natal medical
cares.
An apartment at Lekki was leased for 2 years, and paid
for by me. The burden of medical bills, feeding,
transportation and sundry costs rested on my person.
No family member of Sophia including Uncle Dele
Momodu rose to help nor guide Sophia.
I own my property at Lekki and had allowed Sophia to
stay in the house because she claimed that she knew
nobody in Lagos and that her father was deceasedwhilst
her mother was resident in Abuja. For real, Sophia was
a drifter without a dime, education nor career.
My compassion, ignorance, naivety and poor judgment
had combined to make me a victim to a much older lady
with super cunning sense that was mixed with a vicious
and diabolical nature. I stand accused but calmly
accepted my responsibility for the sad misadventure
that caused me to be a seat-mate with Sophia on a
plane that was flying nowhere.
All along, I have only been generous with Sophia without
knowing for sure I was the father to the baby she was
carrying. On May 14, 2015, Sophia delivered her baby
named Imade. It was after Sophia had delivered the
baby that DNA testing medically confirmed that I was
indeed the biological father of our child named Imade.
Once this status was obtained, Sophia started to apply
maximum financial demands on me. I bought all the
baby things and fully furnished her apartment. Sophia
knew well how to spend money and yet contributed zero
to the vast expenses that I incurred. None in her family
contributed even a fake coin to the cost of having
Imade.
Uncle Dele Momodu, now the pompous moralist, never
visited Sophia nor even delivered an ordinary greeting
card to Imade nor to her mum. Throughout the many
months that Sophia stayed at my house when she
claimed she has no family in Lagos, Uncle Dele
Momodu and his bossy wife never showed up at my
house to say hello to either of us.
When the going was good, Sophia had told me plenty
things about her uncle Dele Momodu that I need not
repeat here. And she never invited me to go with her to
visit him and I don’t have the knowledge that she ever
visited him throughout the time she stayed in my house.
She always explained that a visit to Uncle Dele was
needless and unnecessary.
Uncle Dele Momodu never liked, and still does not like
Sophia. He is now just grandstanding because Sophia
had a baby for a fairly prominent family and famous
Davido.
The case of Mrs Momodu baffles me even more. Why
did she not think it necessary to move to Sophia’s
apartment to help her out and show her the tricks of
motherhood when Imade was newly born. Not once did
she visit Sophia and her baby until December 2015. She
gave neither care, love nor financial support to Sophia.
Now, at 7 months old, and a child with special medical
needs, Mrs Momodu rushed to the Lagos Airport to
make an awful botch of her standing as a mother: Mrs
Momodu certainly not a good person. She put time and
energy to prevent my daughter and I, the real father of
Imade, from travelling aboard to keep an appointment
with the American Hospital, Dubai.
At the point of dying in November, 2015 Imade had been
rushed to this medical facility in Dubai, where she
received helpful and adequate treatment, and was duly
returned to Nigeria, without any side excursions.
What then suddenly propels the fear or dangerous love
ofMr&MrsMomodu for Sophia? I deeply sense this
couple never loved Sophia nor her late father. They also
resent her mum, and probably are jealous that Sophia
ever became a mum herself, and thus, wish that
Sophia’s daughter who is also my daughter, must
needlessly perish.
Where is the inherent value in a callous human ploy that
directly intends to prevent a child from receiving
necessary medical care aboard once the biological
father, DavidAdeleke, the child’s grandfather and all my
siblings who are uncles and aunties to Imadeare booked
to fly on this essential medical trip to which we have
attached a restful family vacation? Sophia ain’t a
member of our family, period.
Surely, Sophia was not with Imade when she first
visited Dubai, and yet Imade was promptly returned to
Nigeria. And no one said Sophia cannot come to Dubai
except that I declared that I don’t want the trip to seem
like a spousal get-away. Sophia ain’t my wife and I
refuse to let any action conspire to make us look like a
couple.
She seemed unable or unwilling to pay her way to
Dubai. Also, her boastful Uncle, alas, refused to
volunteer to pay her way to Dubai. I never suggested to
an elder what he should take up as his personal
responsibility if indeed he cared at all for Sophia as his
robust involvement in our odd relationship wishes to
establish.MrMomodu never bought the ticket but
wanted to enforce his cosine to join my family on this
Dubai trip.
Dangerous lights are furiously blinking red around my
daughter, Sophia and my person. Uncle Dele Momodu
and his wife are providers of the energy espousing the
idea of a needless death to my daughter. I now say it
loud and clear, should my daughter die, this strange
couple are mainly responsible.
Mr Dele Momodu should just leave me and my family
alone! His daughter is not who had a baby for me, and
he has been too much of an absentee uncle to Sophia to
have any traction on the moral authority that commands
the soul and heart of this matter. Sophia Never formally
introduced him nor his wife to me, at anytime. Why are
they now crowding my space and that of my daughter?
Custody, Lifestyle and Imade’s Loss of Wellness
In May, the same month Imade was born, Sophia settled
in her fancy apartment for which I paid a hefty bill for a
2 year lease. Her baby was healthy. And she seemed
happy. I would take care of all the financial needs of
Imade and still pay Sophia a living allowance of 300,000
Naira plus utility bills.
Within a matter of weeks, Sophia missing and lusting for
the streets of Lagos, especially the glitzy night life.
She often left Imade home for clubbing, binge drinking
and a life of debauchery and deviant living. She would
sleep all day and party all night. When awake, she was
addicted to the telephone and cannabis. She paid the
baby no attention at all and seem to despise
motherhood and parenting.
Imade was in her custody for 2 straight months,
unchallenged and uninterrupted, until the baby took
badly and severely ill in July. Imade cried, ceaselessly,
for 48 hours. She was rushed to the hospital where her
condition confounded medical experts. Several tests
were conducted on her and later on the mother.
Medical reports, herein attached (exhibit 1) , proved that
Sophia’s blood was polluted to the maximum level with
cannabis and she had by the process of breast feeding
infected her child with complicated medical conditions
associated with the use of alcohol and especially
cannabis.
The trouble spot for Imade was her lungs. She had
difficulty breathing largely because of the contaminated
breast milk and the severity of the “Second Smoke” of
marijuana inhaled by the poor child.
The medical experts at the hospital were enraged by the
callous treatment of Imade by her own mother and
declared her unfit for the caring and the nursing of a
delicate baby. The team determined that they would
hand over the baby to the Children’s Welfare Authority
of Lagos State Government.
My family started to plead with the hospital
management. For the first time, Sophia too was sober,
sorry and contrite. We pleaded that the baby would be
kept from the mother once she was returned to us, and
that we would take over responsibilities for Imade’s
welfare.
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