Last night, singer May D’s baby mama Adebola Olowoporoku reached out to me to share her sad story and how she endured brutal beatings from the singer, real name Akinmayokun Awodumila, for years. She said she broke up the relationship in December 2014 to escape the violence but when they met up again in January to talk about their son who was born in January 2013 (read here), he beat her up again, this she told me over the phone. Read her story which she wrote herself.
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 in front 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 in front of me. I witnessed been close to death, I prayed to survive each time he pounced on me, damaging several properties and 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….
PS( I av my tattoo removed already for those of you that want to comment bullshit)……
PLS SAY NO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE….