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The footballer has shared another lengthy
article on his Facebook page this morning
trailing how his elder brother Kola ruined
his opportunity of becoming a recognized
footballer in Germany.

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.
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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