Everybody, almost, knows Kemi Olunloyo, if not physically, by reputation. She is a pharmacist, an investigative Journalist, an activist, a social media influencer, blunt to, atimes, an irritating and embarrassing point, loved and hated equally. And, she is a daughter of Dr Omololu Victor Olunloyo, a former Oyo State Governor who just passed at the age of 89. But it is a relationship she is not proud of. She is not proud she is her father’s daughter. It is a relationship she cut a couple of years ago after deep, retrospective thoughts. It is why she is not mourning her father. It is why she wants no condolence message sent to her. It is why she will not be at his funeral. Her reasons are as pungent as they are heartbreaking and traumatic. In this gripping, emotional, tear-inducing narration, Ms Olunloyo reveals her life not known, perhaps, to most people – why she is blind in one eye (not known to most people), how, as a 14-year old, she was gang-ra*ed in public by a group of rioting students in 1978 during the Ali-must-go students’ protest; how they beat up his brother so badly that he ended up in a wheelchair till he died at age 45; how they killed their driver and why she blames her father for the fate that befell her, her brother, their driver, and so many whys. Her story is likely to change many people’s opinion of her, especially, those who taunt her. It is unputdownable – if you have the heart to read it. I managed to – in tears – Comfort Obi
She titled it:
An Early Traumatic Part of My Life I Blame My Dad For In 1978
In 1978, Education Minister, Adamu Ali, raised tertiary school fees. Unilag students came out on April 28th, 1978, at 7pm to protest on Ikorodu rd, Lagos 🇳🇬 and vowed to attack government vehicles.
We left Ibadan traveling in two cars. No internet no cellular phones and the car radio was turned off. We drove straight into them. A 43yr newly appointed Minister of Science and Technology and his 5 children aged 8-14 leaving the youngest 12 months old at home with our grandma (Engr Pastor Ayobami Olunloyo of Redeem Jesus house London).
Both cars were attacked by rioters who pelted stones smashing my 8-year old brother’s head and throwing me on the concrete sidewalk, and with another rock “kpaing” our driver instantly.
When the car came to a crashing stop, rioters opened the petrol tank and lit it on fire with the car blowing up and 8 years Tayo and 13years Kemi still inside. Tayo was heavily bleeding from the head with the rock stuck in there.
I was thrown out of the burning car and immediately stripped naked by rioters and area boys in the dead of night and se*ually mol*sted by at least 25 male rioters feeling many hands penetrating thru my female organ. I began to bleed screaming with pain as they crowd-surfed (throwing me from person to person) me, yelling with excitement. The force of my head on the pavement destroyed the brain motor coordination of my eyes causing me to lose sight in one eye.
So, when I’m talking, my eyes blink at almost 80 times per second. Some people ask why, others like Iyabo Ojo make fun of it, some found out in May 2023 that I am actually blind in one eye. Now you know how. Just because someone’s eyes are open doesn’t mean they are seeing with both eyes. People are shot dead and their eyes are still open. I wear sunglasses to stop people making fun of me. Only if they knew.
With partial sight, I still went on to get 3 First class degrees in pharmacy, journalism and public relations management and had to read a lot of school textbooks. Iyabo does not know but described me in her Mohbad post, September 2023, when I announced that nobody should donate for Wunmi Adebanjo as she was a black widow, as “eyes like fire truck sirens” describing my blinking.
Tayo was rushed to Igbobi hospital in Lagos by bystanders. I was missing and was posted all over Lagos television but unknown to my parents, I was rescued by a man who grabbed me from the crowd taking turns mol*sting me naked at 13 years. He took me to his house and his wife bathed me, then saw me on TV and rushed me to LUTH the next day stating where they found me. It is impossible to reunite with that couple again. They matter to me, their age estimated mid 80’s like my parents now 89 and 84. My dad was 43yrs and mom 38. I was bleeding heavily in my private part and received 16 stitches.
By the time I was reunited with my parents Tayo already had brain surgery performed by the renowned neurosurgeons late Dr Adadevoh VC of Unilag and late Professor Ojikutu. He lost parts of his spinal cord and became paralyzed at 8yrs. His care was tedious for my mom and the whole family. Tayo traveled on federal govt estacodes to several countries to get treatment and physiotherapy from Abu Dhabi to Singapore to Harley street London clinics. He could no longer WALK AGAIN. Akintayo lived 43 years on a wheelchair – from the small ones to the big ones as he grew into a 6ft-man. Many epileptic seizures, the most intelligent of the Olunloyo children who recited the 9X table at 5yrs was now learning diminished and maimed.
Tayo lost the use of his left hand. He could still talk, laugh, listen to music but was confined to the wheelchair for life. He would ask me to take him to ShopRite and we would go get groceries so he could see the outside sunshine every often.
He never liked my mom, and believed she put him on the wheelchair via witchcraft. He would call my dad begging for help to leave her care as my parents separated 2015. He took 3 prescriptions medications that I took over from them to personally give him daily. They claimed I was poisoning him with pharmaceuticals. These were drugs his neurologist and psychiatrist gave him to decrease seizures. Tayo’s health was deteriorating
My sister, Funke, who is in a cult-like worship called the GRAIL MESSAGE CROSS BEARER CHURCH will deny Tayo of his neurological meds and give him some black drink claiming herbal medicine.
Funke, my sister, who bullied and assaulted me from childhood kept Tayo’s numerous monies in a bank account she was the only signatory to, and started bullying him. She traveled abroad many times on lavish vacations to America 🇺🇸 and Dubai 🇦🇪with her children, spending Tayo’s money.
Obasanjo, Babangida and other leaders sent Tayo hard currency in pounds and dollars yearly for his birthday. Nobody knows what she did with the cash when he died and suddenly opened a foundation in his name with the rest of my siblings, an occasion in Ibadan that I wasn’t even invited to in 2022.
I saw Tayo last when I separated from my family for good and told him I’m leaving for Lagos in 2019 citing the words “a pade layo” meaning “we will meet happily again”. It was the last time. He lost his livelihood, the most intelligent of the children. Tayo recited the 9X table at 5yrs just like the mathematician my dad was. No university, no friends, no wife or children but 43yrs of agony and pain.
The riots of 1978 were called #Alimustgo after Ahmadu Ali who raised university school fees. In August 2023, a tweet I wrote went viral when Unilag students started protesting increased tuition. I wrote: “That’s how it all started in 1978 when Unilag students ‘kpaied’ my brother 43 yrs later.“ This is the reason I do not participate in any protests in Nigeria due to this traumatic life experience. I’ll rather voice out on Twitter. Violent protests are not acceptable and you don’t know when a peaceful protest will turn violent.
The bed they admitted me to in LUTH was the bed Mrs Funmilayo Kuti just died on the previous week after Obasanjo had army raid Fela’s house. That year, 1978, was tough for the Olunloyos and the Kuti families. Seun Joked that my activism came from what his grandma left in the mattress.
My last outing together with Tayo was my 53rd birthday party in 2017 at Oluyole Cheshire home for disabled, motherless babies and adults. I did this because of my brother and many forgotten disabled Nigerian kids who became adults in Motherless babies homes when their families disowned them or could no longer care for them. TVC followed me there.
Tayo passed away in his sleep around 9pm the evening of September 28th 2021. May my brother continue to rest in peace. As I said earlier, Fmr President Obasanjo who my dad was in his cabinet at the time and fmr President Babangida, his best friend, occasionally sent notes, cards, hard currency and even first class plane tickets to Tayo to travel abroad and just make him happy. I have attached them in this reel. Fmr President Goodluck Jonathan’s administration did NOT pay for Tayo’s continued care when my dad approached him. GEJ told my dad that he had no record of him in the Federal government. My dad called Obasanjo and OBJ replied that Jonathan was a 19-yr boy hawking plantains with no shoes at the time in 1978.
Another reason history should return to school. Dad subsequently declined any more help from the federal government for Tayo’s day to day activities and sort help from his dear friend, the late Ooni of Ife, King Okunade Sijuwade who pumped thousands of dollars into Tayo’s care. Other political affiliates also did the same. To my dad, it was disrespect from Jonathan. Tayo was maimed in a CVU government car(ask your parents what this means. Cars designated for high ranking government officials) and we drove into an anti-govt riot. Very sad bait.
Why do I blame my dad for Tayo’s death?
On the morning of April 28 1978, we were all packed up, car ready, mom’s pot of soups and food ready to go to Lagos the first time when daddy became science and technology head. We were scheduled to LEAVE Ibadan 10am, arrival at Federal Palace hotel, Victoria Island, Lagos, in the family suite which was our temporary dwelling till we moved to our government GRA house in Ikoyi. We left nine hours later 7pm with all the kids tired, no longer enthusiastic and my mom started yelling on him not to go at night anymore. He insisted we leave. We lost our driver, and I lost my virginity to hands of total strangers. Where was my dad?
All he said was that he was going to his outgoing office to pick a few documents. As told to my mom by the now late driver when we left for the express, he was actually at his side chics house all day KNACKING. That side chic was a married woman, Mrs Akere and the mother of my half-brother, Businessman Gbenga Olunloyo aka Kapor.
My dad impregnated her in his early years as a commissioner in the 60’s and Gbenga was born May 1964 while my mom was pregnant and I was born August 1964. This now explains the age old question many of you ask about Dele Momodu’s best friend, Gbenga Olunloyo, “How come Kapor and Kemi are the same age?”
The story of my se*ual molestation was not told to my siblings. Some are finding out TODAY in this write up while others found out in a domestic family fight in 2016. Each child has their own individual traumas in the Olunloyo family.
The worst part of this story was when it was leaked to bloggers in 2016 obviously by Funke. They got it all wrong and it was blogger Esabod who distorted the story as being “Her dad knacked her as a teenager” and she even made my 37yr autistic son a product of the made-up incest. Tokunbo Aboderin has since apologized to me and my family in a 2019 live- video. She grew up in Molete down the street from us in childhood, but I have no idea how the 1978 story was told to her by her late parents.
In the final years, I was in Ibadan, my dad bought Akintayo an IPad and I taught him how to watch YouTube videos which he became addicted to. His livelihood began improving. I showed him a lot of multimedia platforms but I just wanted him to walk again!! Ayobami was 12 months old and never saw 8yr old Tayo ever walk.
Every April fools day, April 1st, I remember Tayo’s birthday, April 28th (1978 riots) and September 28,
when he went to the Lord. I heard God shout to him at heaven’s gates “STAND UP!! Tayo STAND UP”
