Adebayor Slams His Family Again.Releases New Dirt. (see Photo)

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I am beginning to believe that Emmanuel Adebayo
is truely under a strong spell. How can a sane
person keep rubbishing his own family on social
media like this

Read what he wrote on Facebook below…

If I decide to bring out the Part 3 today, it is
because my brother @Kola Adebayor and my
other siblings have decided to talk about our family
issues on social medias, through letters to my
club, radios…I could write an autobiography and
sell it but I decided to share with you here.

25 years ago, my big older brother Kola went to
Germany and he became the hope of our family.
We all thought he could change the way we were
living. Years after he left Togo, we still had no
electricity and no phones. If he wanted to talk to
us, he would call the Atlantic Hotel that was very
close to our house. We would then run to the hotel
reception and talk to him.

When I got the opportunity to go play football in
France for the first time, we needed money to for
the flight tickets and other expenses. My brother
was nowhere to be found. Only God knows what
he was doing in Germany.

When I arrived in France, I did all the paperwork
with my team and they allowed me to stay in the
academy. A few months later, my brother wanted
to come visit me. I was running out of money and I
was living at the academy. Therefore, I had to
borrow money so I could pay for his hotel. At that
time, my teammate Sega N’diaye from Cameroon
was kind enough to lend me some money. I also
had to borrow some more money because I had to
give my brother some money for his trip back to
Germany. Keep in mind he is my older brother.

A couple years later, things started to get better.
Thank God, I signed a contract with Metz. Since
then, my brother would contact me whenever it
was time to pay his bills. Sometimes, he would say
his son is sick… I had to get used to all this.

Again, I was lucky enough to get an offer from
Monaco and I signed for the football club. One day,
Kola and the late Peter Adebayor came to visit me
in Monaco. My two brothers did not let me know
they were coming. Someone said “blood is thicker
than water” so I took them in. They arrived early
in the morning and I was on my way to training.
When I came back home, we had a discussion
and they wanted to start a car business.

Obviously, it involves a lot of money. I told them
that I could help them out as soon as I get paid
next.

At that time, Thierry Mangwa was staying in my
apartment because he was struggling with some
personal issues and needed a place to stay. One
day, I came back from training and he was crying.

He never told me why. My brothers could also not
explain. Another day, one of my friends Padjoe
came to visit me and as he was leaving the house,
I believe I offered him about €500. My brother
Kola noticed that and was very upset. He was
trying to understand why I gave my friend some
money right away but not him. My reason was
very simple; the money he (Kola) needed was a
huge amount of money that I did not carry in my
house. We went on and had an argument about it.

Another day, after training…I was very tired and
decided to go take a nap. I woke up and a knife
was held to my throat. As I opened my eyes, both
of my brothers were there. They were shouting
and they claimed that I was wasting their time.
Peter was going mad and Kola was supporting. I
asked them: “Is this the only way to solve this
issue? I yes, then kill me and take the money”. It’s
only at that moment that he put the knife down.

After all this, I found a way out of my own
apartment and I called my parents. My mom
suggested that I call the police. That was the only
way for me to get back into my house safely… I
had training the next day, by the way. So I did
what my mom said. Police came and they settled
down. Again, “blood is thicker than water”, so I let
it go. A few days after, Peter went to visit one of
Kola’s friends in Paris. That means I was left in
the house with Kola; for my own safety, I found a
way to get him the money as soon as I could. Only
God knows how much I gave him that day.

A few months after all this, I went back to Togo
and I was surprised when my mom started to ask
me why I called the police on my brothers, she
continued and said I am the bad person in the
family. That is another story I will leave for later…
Every time I went back home, everyone kept
asking me why my brother never visited after all
these years. Immediately, I organized a flight for
him and he came back to visit the family, at my
own expenses.

On April 22nd 2005, we received some bad news. I
received a call and they announced that my father
passed away. I was devastated. I called my big
brother and told him that we all have to be there.
Again I made sure there was a flight ticket ready
for him. We all went back home and I took care of
everything. A long time before my dad died, he
was in the hospital one day and he asked me to
make sure his funeral is not a moment of sadness.

He wanted us to celebrate his life. I leave it to God
to decide if the funeral I organized for my dad was
what he wanted. The man who calls himself the
“big man” in the family did not contribute to
anything. But he still has the boldness to say I do
not take care of this family.

In 2006, I had another big opportunity to go play for
Arsenal. Since then, my brother has started to
come up with series of false accusations against
me.

On July 22nd, 2013 sad news hit us in the family.
My brother Peter Adebayor passed away. His
death was sad and I was affected by it. One thing I
find difficult to swallow today is that Kola was
accusing me of Peter’s death. He is saying that
the shop I opened for Peter was not good enough.

He kept texting saying that my career would be
destroyed. I did everything for Peter when he was
alive, I brought him to Metz, and Monaco with me.

What can Kola say that he has done for Peter?
Nothing. The man did not even show up at the
funeral even after all the money I sent for the trip
back home.

He is saying that I also made my mom suffer, but
he forgot that when he was in Germany, at some
point I was the one always by my mom’s side. As
soon as I started to make a living with football, I
did everything you could imagine for our mom.

That is normal. But my brother is never satisfied.
He said I bought a shitty car for my mom.
Why can’t he buy a better one? All I want from him
is to take his responsibilities. Since I am not doing
it right, he should show the example as a big
brother. He has been in Germany for more than 20
years, but he never brought our mother there to
visit. Even to go back home for a visit is another
struggle. All he keeps saying is that my father said
I should build a house for each one of them. I don’t
think my father said that. Does that even make
sense for him or anyone? As a big brother, he is
supposed to be doing all that I am doing for the
family. He should stop hiding and take his
responsibilities. When he came to Europe, he was
young enough to become a football player too.

Anyways, some people are drivers here but they
are able to take care of their families. They even
bring their parents and other family members. Why
has he not done anything like that but he keeps
talking? As a matter fact, he should at least bring
Rotimi, Bidemi or his own son Aziz here before
talking about “taking care of the family”. Actions
are louder than speeches.

A lot of people are saying that I never went to
school, but they forget that it is because we could
not afford it. I never blamed my parents for that.
But thank God, today I am able to speak more than
3 languages and I can send my daughter to
school. I am proud of that. People can accuse me
for not going to school, but in the end it is all about
who you become and what you teach yourself. It
is also about what life teaches you and what you
learn from it.

Many times I wanted to give up. Ask my sister
Iyabo Adebayor how many times I have called and
was ready to commit suicide? I kept these stories
for years… But If I die, no one would know my
story, no one would learn from it… Some people
say I should keep these stories private, but
someone has to sacrifice himself; someone has to
talk about it. I know people would relate to my
story and others would learn from it. For every
one who knows me, I’d do anything for my country
and my people.

Final message from the younger brother to the
older brother: Quit Smoking and Quit Drinking. That
was my story.

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