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“I have never raped before, not even as an unbeliever” – Biodun Fatoyinbo responds to Rape Allegations



Senior Pastor of Commonwealth of Zion Assembly (COZA), Biodun Fatoyinbo has responded to Rape allegations against him made by Busola Dakolo.

See the statement released on Instagram below:


  1. Chiki

    June 28, 2019 at 7:36 pm

    Just shut up already. Pastor ordained by who? Mtchwwww. Rubbish

  2. Tired of this for real

    June 28, 2019 at 7:51 pm

    The audacity of this pagan. I worry for you because it’s like you don’t know about the God that you. Continue to think that your “higher grace” will save you. As God is merciful, he is also a consuming fire. He punishes the sins of the father to the 3rd & 4th generation. I pray your innocent children do not pay the ultimate price for your callousness

    I’m guessing your angle is that it was consensual or that she seduced you. Let’s even assume that is true (and it is not), she was underage! But maybe you can claim to be from the north now where the abuse of minors is ok. Please take her to court, we will start a go fund me page and pay for top notch lawyers. Oniranu jati jati! Oloribu for real!!!!

  3. Grace

    June 28, 2019 at 8:28 pm

    What about Eze, Olohun ri e o Biodun

  4. Dee

    June 28, 2019 at 8:55 pm

    I knew he will deny it. Not surprised at all

  5. Esther

    June 28, 2019 at 11:56 pm

    Is he willing to take a lie detector test? Or at least grant a full fledged interview conducted by a neutral party to address the myriads of allegations?
    This response of vague generalisations does not hold a candle to the raw and devastating honesty of Busola Dakolo’s interview.

  6. Californiabawlar

    June 29, 2019 at 1:15 am

    Ghen ghen! god of men welcome! We’ve been waiting!

    Paitor Wa please sue them! Don’t come here and be threatening to sue o! Go through with it… let the legion of women that you’ve manipulated and coerced come out against you. The people I hurt for are Busola and other women who will have to relive the trauma. My heart is with you all ❤️

    Knowing someone that has had dealings with this man is less than two degrees of separation. My brother served in Abuja for just one year before leaving the country and he knows a girl that this man slept with! My brother doesn’t even have any stake in Naija gist so why would he make things up?
    Pastor! Pastor R Kelly! Is ?? it ?? only ?? you?!

    Meanwhile shouted to all my BellaNaijarians still out here kicking it. God kept us all till this day! After waiting 6 years for robust response, it is finally here. I miss the days people used to hawk snacks and refreshments in the comment section. Today would have been an awesome opportunity for a petty party.

  7. chantal odudu

    June 29, 2019 at 2:18 am

    There is no smoke without fire. If he is telling the truth, which I very much doubt, then he will be vindicated . But if he really did rape these women, then a nice prayer for him is a portion of Psalm 109 and which goes as follows “Set a wicked man over him .And let an accuser stand at his right hand.When he is judged, let him be found guilty, and let his prayer become sin.Let his days be few, and let another take his office. Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow. Let his children continually be vagabonds, and beg; Let them seek their bread also from their desolate places. Let the creditor seize all that he has, and let strangers plunder his labor. Let there be none to extend mercy to him, nor let there be any to favor his fatherless children. Let his posterity be cut off, and in the generation following let their name be blotted out. AMEN.

  8. mopelolla

    June 29, 2019 at 10:36 am

    But will all these women connive at separate times to lie against him? The worst part of your sin Biotin is lying, denying, flexing your muscle that you don”t care. I wonder about his wife, I wonder about her state of mind, having to lie on his behalf, having to stand and support an unrepentant rapist hiding under the cloak of a man of God. Judgement will come upon him and on all those church members who know the truth but chose to cover up for him because they feed from the surplus of Biodun’s table.

  9. ND babe

    June 29, 2019 at 2:17 pm

    I have to say that the problem is that in Nigeria we have a culture of rape that we call consensual sex. Many of our men believe because of the conditions of living in Nigeria that if you want something you just grab it for yourself. That includes women (of age and underaged) and young defenseless boys that are raped daily. Our powerful men also assume that having sex with a woman is a gift from heaven and therefore should not be counted as rape. They also rely on a culture of impunity usually unleashed against accusers of “big men.” Well, as a young babe in Nigeria and I escaped rape countless times. I thank God for this. I am sorry it happened to Busola. Here are a few examples. Scene of all these incidents: Port Harcourt, Warri, and Lagos, NIgeria.
    1986: I am a very young teenager and this man comes to our house to fetch water. We lived in a valley so when there was a water system in the city where I lived and the taps would run dry, our house would be the place with water until the water tank was empty. Dude would normally come to fetch water. When he comes with his van, I would greet him out of respect and unlock the tap. He must have been in his late 20s. One day he is fetching water and he compliments my beauty. Then he asks me to come to his house. I ask him why. He said he liked me. I asked him if he was not too old to be thinking about such. He laughed and left. That was the beginning of several attempts to talk me into coming to his house. I never went. I knew what he wanted and I was not interested. After a while I had my brothers unlock the tap for him. Three years later I am an undergrad in a university and he comes to the hostel. I run into him and this babe and he is very guarded. I still greet him and he talks to me like I am a child. THen he tells the girl by his side that I am his lil sister and rattles off this short weird lie of a story about how we are distant relatives and I live next to him. I just stood there and smiled marveling at the lies this woman would have to live through for the rest of her life. They eventually got married and got divorced a few short years later because of his infidelity.
    1988: My father had friends who were political appointees. One of them saw me waiting for a cab one day and he stopped. He asked me if I remembered him. I said of course and mentioned my dad’s name. He offered me a ride and I got into his car. He told me he was going to his guest house down the street where I lived and that I could join him for drinks. I asked him if he remembered that I was my father’s daughter. He laughed and his response was “and so??” when he got to the gate of the house he called his guest house, I opened the car door, let myself out and started running. I did not look back to see if anyone was coming after me. I ran and ran and ran.
    1989 – I am a student at a university and this one boy sees me for the first time. I remember having an ill feeling when I first looked at him. He was intimidating. He had a large head shaped in a triangular way like a python’s head. His features were angled but in a menacing way. He said hi to me and i replied and kept walking. he would see me on 2-3 other occasions and greet. One day in the evening as I went out to get food he came out of nowhere and held my right wrist in a vice grip. Then he dragged me to an abandoned school bus. I was filled with fear. I thought he was a cultist because of his looks so I never tried to draw attention to being forced to go along with him as he walked me to the school bus. We got to the bus and he asked me to get in. I was scared. I still did not scream or try to run. I was paralyzed with fear. I got in and he pushed me into a chair and sat next to me. Then he descended on me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I could not breathe. I had never kissed before at that time. I did not want to kiss this snake looking being. He stuck his finger in my private part. It was a painful jab and I became really scared. I started begging him .Thinking on the spot, I decided to lie my way out of the assault. I told him I wanted him and faked kissing him back. Then he reduced the force of the assault. I told him why we could not use a bed. He told me he did not know I would be interested. I told him I wanted to remember the encounter so we should find a room. THe fool got excited. He let me out that day without doing the actual rape with his penis. I went to my dorm room mortified. After that I never walked around school alone. He tried on several occasions to separate me from the other girls. I never let it happen. That is how I overcame that. I walked around school in fear and I never had to walk alone because I knew a monster was lurking somewhere waiting to strike. I was an imprisoned soul.
    Warri, 1990s: I was a youth corper and I ran into someone I knew from SHell. I knew him because one of his married friends and work counterparts had an illicit relationship with a friend I met while doing my IT at Shell. He asked where I was posted and I mentioned the company. It was not Shell. He told me he could get me a place in SHell. That was the place to be. He told me a new department was being created (I will withold details because those of you who know Shell will know the peeps I am talking about if I offer more details) and that all youth corpers that served there would become permanent staff at the end of the year. If you live in Naija you know shell job was the equivalent of working in heaven. I indicated interest. He took me the same afternoon to the manager of the new shop. This was a yoruba dude who had just returned from the Hague to lead this office. I watched a less than 20 minute interaction turn into a question from the Hague returnee about whether I was interested in the job. Of course yes I said. It is yours then. He asked me for a start date. I asked for two weeks to find accommodation in Warri. He promised me that if I came on board and worked hard, I had a solid job after service. I was thrilled. i was asked to pick up a letter of assignment the next day. As we left I thanked the dude who took me there. He asked me where I’d look for accommodation. I mentioned that I was going to ask the other shell corpers who lived on Edjeba road. He said I could stay in his Boys quarters on shell camp. I asked him how much. He said for free. I almost fell to my knees to thank him. I asked to meet his wife so that I could thank her. He asked me what for? I reminded him I was going to be in his BQ and she would see me often and needed to know me. He stopped walking and asked me why I was very naive. I told him I was not being naive but perhaps I needed more clarity. At that point I started suspecting there was a catch. He said point blank “I like you and you keep avoiding me. I am giving you an offer of a life time. A shell job. free accommodation. Access to shell club. and you are asking me about meeting my wife. Do you think she wants to know you? Then I countered with more direct language… “so you want to have a relationship with me and you want me in your BQ so that you can come whenever you want?” He said something like “dont you think that all those other corpers would do that and more for the opportunity you have in your hand right now?” I said “maybe. Let me think about it.” he looked stunned. I left and called him from my current station to say I was forfeiting the offer. He replied “I did not know you were very incapable of making smart decisions. Who would throw away this kind of opportunity?” I replied, “me. I dont want to be your girlfriend and I dont want to harm another woman in her matrimonial home.” THat was it. he would see me months later and tell me I was one tough girl. He also reminded me that he could have 1000 girls for less. I retorted I was priceless.

    Oh, I dont want to remember the threat from the NYSC director. Vile. Vile. Vile. I arrived camp and within a day one of the staff came to meet me in the dorm. He told me i was needed by the director. I panicked. Was my paper work from my uni incorrect? I decided not to go. I lied to the dude to tell him I was coming. I did not go. About dinner time, the staff member returned. this time he said the director has asked me to go with his driver the coming saturday morning to Onitsha Market to buy a dress for a government house party at the new govt house in Asaba. I promised to show up. Saturday morning, I went to one of the empty classrooms at St Patrick’s Asaba and sat on the floor. THey looked for me in the dorm and could not find me. When I re-emerged the staff member told me that the Oga was very upset. He said I must show up that evening for the govt house party. I disappeared again. I had made a very big enemy. On posting day, I was posted to a company in Asaba. The staff member told me the owner of the company was the director’s close friend. I cried. I begged the staff member to change my posting. He said he could not. I decided I would not serve. I was going to go home and ask my father to intervene. Well, another staff member told me before I left the site that he could change it for me after “everything cooled down.” Nothing happened. A family friend in SHell decided to intervene. He got me a place with a shell contractor and I called the NYSC office and asked them to change my posting to the new place. I was referred to one dude who took bribes. I went to Asaba to bribe him. He told me he would change it for free because he knew the boss harassed me a lot. My God was watching and interceding. He changed it and I went back to Warri and started work. About 2 months later, the staff member came to my office in Warri. He was about to be fired. He wanted me to give the boss whatever he wanted to spare his job for changing my posting. I was scared and enraged. A man was about to lose his livelihood for helping me. I went to Asaba to meet with the director. He started with a tongue lashing asking me who the hell I was. Well, wrong question to ask. I told him who my father was and that at this time I was no longer willing to work with him. I told him I was handing over the case to my father. Then I did the unthinkable. I dared him to fire the staff member. He said he would because I paid him bribe. I asked him to prove it. I told him that when my father was done with him he would be in Gongola state with venomous vipers for company. Believe it or not peeps. It worked. I walked out of the office to meet a fearful staff member who wanted to know how it went. I lied to him to tell him all was well. I was going to call my father because a man’s livelihood was on the line for helping me. THe problem was I did not know how to even tell my father the tale about this dude poaching on me without him going ballistic. I decided to wait and hope for the best. I called the staff member about a month later to ask him about his work situation. He said Oga had moved on from the case. My threat worked. Sigh.

    I have so many more stories of older powerful men trying to manipulate me into sexual escapades that would have damaged me. I dont know how I managed to escape all those attempts. Sometimes I think it is because I had a strong family behind me – my mom and dad. Busola’s dad left. She needed a father figure. these things help shape vulnerability to situations where one can get harmed. I was a quick talker and I always knew what would get me out of a situation. I remember walking into a hotel room and almost getting raped by one of the big name bankers of the nineties. He had already pulled down my skirt and was naked when I managed to grab my skirt and run into the hallway of a big prestigious hotel. I did not go there for sex. He was visiting the city where I was living at the time and we sort of knew each other through the circle of friends we kept and he invited me to stop by his hotel room to say hi. Since he never indicated interest I thought it was just to visit. I think I escaped that assault because he had already stripped and was naked and I was bold enough to hit the hallway of this big hotel with my skirt in hand. Guys, this stuff is real!!!!! Let us not victimize victims.

  10. Helen

    July 2, 2019 at 1:32 pm

    I was sexually assaulted by 3 family members . It started when I was 3 years old. I can tell you exactly where the first act happened and what he did. I was 3. Your being goes into a state of shock and I became mute for a very long time. I started speaking about my experience when I was 27 . I am now 37 and still struggle with it.

    So for those saying why did they not come out earlier. This was africa in the 80ies. I was 3 years old and he was 26. Who would have believed me? I would probably have been beating for lying .

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