INVESTIGATING COZA'S PASTOR BIODUN FATOYINBO AND ESE WALTER'S SEX SCANDAL.
Out of joblessness,I decided to investigate the scandal involving COZA's Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo and one Miss Ese Walters. Periodically on this blog,I engage in detailed analysis of controversial issues using certain articles as a reference point. Today,I'll be using the article written by Ese Walters where I intend to make my honest deductions.
This is going to be a long read oooo!
Mr Stanley Nwabia reply mode-ACTIVATED!
Ese Walter wrote: I met Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo many years ago. I was getting bored of the church I was attending and someone suggested COZA. At the time, I had never heard about it. My friend said, go there, I’m sure you would enjoy the word. But he also gave me a strong warning. He said he would advice that I remain a member only and not join the workforce. I agreed. The first time I attended COZA, I felt it was my church and decided I was going to plant my ass there. About eleven months had gone by and I was still attending the services quietly and faithfully. I really did like the church. One day a worker in the church approached me that the senior pastor wanted to see me.
Stanley says: “You should have listened to your friend, he probably knew ‘whats up’ and he gave you a ‘strong warning’. After eleven months you decided to discard your friend’s strong warning and ‘chook head’ inside church parole.” #firstfuckup
Ese Walter wrote: He said he’d like for me to join a department, preferably the Pastoral Care Unit (PCU).
Stanley says: “Pastoral Care Unit? Wetin dem for call am before? The Pastor needed to be taken care of and you volunteered your services.”
Ese Walter wrote: A few weeks later, against my friend’s advice not to join the workforce, I was a PCU member. All of a sudden, I had some status in church. I was ‘somebody.’ Dress had to be on point, hair, shoes and what not… As workers, we were literally trying to outshine each other or so it seemed. Anyways, I felt like I was a privileged member of an elite circle. Hehehe. (It did feel good though, for the most part.)
Stanley says: “When you say dresses had to be on point, hair, shoes etc -I want to believe you were not referring to ‘deeper life’s dress code? I’m right to assume that your dressing had to be something modern or sexy. And of course while you guys were trying to outshine each other, the ultimate goal was to get ‘Oga Pastor’s’ attention-true or false?”
Ese Walter wrote: About a year after joining the workforce, I was on my way to London for a Masters degree program that would last two years. As was the rule for workers travelling, I wrote to say I would be away for 2 years and Pastor Biodun Fotoyinbo asked that I keep in touch by sending him my number and email when I had settled in London so he “makes sure I continue in the faith” because according to him, people loose their faith when they leave home and he wanted to make sure I didn’t. So, on that note, as soon as I got a phone line in London, I was sure to call ‘my pastor’ to say I arrived safe, had settled in and also gave my phone number.
Stanley says: “Let me get this straight, you were a workforce member for about a year and Pastor Biodun never noticed you or made a move on you? Inside the same church? You formally announced to everyone in church that you were leaving for two years and just then the Pastor suddenly noticed you, asked for your UK number and email once you are settled in London...And you faithfully obliged? Ok, works for me, go on...”
Ese Walter wrote: One evening, Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo called me that he was coming to London and needed me to help him make some hotel bookings as the person who was meant to do it couldn’t get it done (this was rather strange as I had never been involved in his travel itinerary) Later that day, he said it had been sorted and my help would not be required but that he would like me to arrange a cab to pick him up from Heathrow. I was happy to help my pastor from Nigeria and even saw it as a privilege. (I would later come to learn that all of this was a calculated attempt to hatch a plan that I suspect was set in motion when I was asked to join the workforce.)
Stanley says: “So you are telling me that at this point you still didn’t realize that Pastor Biodun was already ‘somehow’ interested in you? If you were a 14 year old virgin girl from the village then I would have believed you. Most fully grown women, especially one that is obviously an educated, city and social type like you know when a man is hitting on them, even from the first sentence.”
Ese Walter wrote: The cab guy was there to get him the next day and when he arrived, he called to ask why I didn’t accompany the cab to pick him up (again, this was strange but I stopped my mind from overanalyzing the situation as I knew I had no business with his visit to London) About two hours later, he called me and said he would like to see me. When I arrived his hotel, I called from the reception but he asked that I come upstairs. I got to the room and tried to stop my mind from thinking why I was going to his room. As he opened the door and invited me in, I had to speak to my heart to stop its palpitations. My better judgment asked me not to go into the room but the kind of reverence I had for Pasotr Biodun Fatoyinbo bordered on fear and I steeped into that room.
“Care for a drink?” Asked Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo.
“No sir,” I said.
Stanley says: “Wait...wait...wait...hold it, let’s just stop here for a minute. A red-blooded male invites a matured girl like you to his hotel room and you WENT in there expecting what? That you guys will play ‘ten ten’, read the bible, say some prayers, speak in tongues and part ways? I think you knew what was coming and you WANTED what was coming. The ‘minor’ hesitation you may have experienced was just your conscience trying to tell you to walk away and not allow your pastor drown in his own temptation.”
Ese Walter wrote: “You don’t have to be shy Ese, even if it’s alcohol, feel free and order what you want.” I wasn’t sure I heard my pastor asking me to order alcohol. I imagined it was a test and ignored the voice inside that was saying, “I’d have henny and coke please.” While there, he sat on a reclining chair and asked me to come sit on his laps. This was a bit awkward for me and I froze for a moment as I asked why. He said he had told me to feel free with him and loosen up. I found myself strolling to sit on his laps. At that moment, I felt like a little girl who was experiencing something her mind couldn’t fathom. He asked me to kiss him and all I could think about was seeing him preach on the pulpit back in COZA Abuja, Nigeria, which was my home church. He again said ‘feel free Ese.’ And asked again, that I kiss him.
Stanley says: “BULL SHIT...for the fact that ‘a voice in your head’ asked for “henny and coke” proves my earlier assertion that you are an experienced social babe or club girl. You were not a virgin Christian sister, not at all. If you had good intentions, the moment a Pentecostal pastor permits you to order for alcohol, you suppose go don soji. And I believe that you did ‘soji’ but you wanted it to play out.”
Ese Walter wrote: A few hours later, let’s just say, we were rolling under the sheets. It felt as though my mind had paused. I am not saying I was jazzed, (although it’s possible I was in some trancelike state and didn’t know it but I just was so afraid that I couldn’t say or think otherwise.) That was the beginning of this affair. A sexual affair that went on for a little over a week, DAILY!
Stanley says: “Nne, you gladly and happily f**ked your Pastor and from the looks of things you (both of you) enjoyed every bit of it. ‘So tey for over one week,una dey kpo kpo una self non-stop’. If you had any conscience like most ‘good girls’ do, after the first night (or first round) when you look yourself in the mirror and realise that you’ve committed adultery with a ‘married’ man of God-you suppose shake nah. But no, you kept on coming back for more. Na wa o!”
Ese Walter wrote: I can hear somebody’s mind thinking, ‘well, you weren’t raped.” And I remember a pastor I opened up to when I couldn’t take all the mind games asking if I seduced him. No, I didn’t seduce him and no, I wasn’t raped but I felt trapped in this affair. Come to think of it, how could I have seduced him when I wanted nothing from him? I mean, I was too busy minding my business in London trying to get through with my masters program and I was overly comfortable. And even if I wanted to seduce anyone, it wouldn’t be a married man, not to mention a married pastor.
Stanley says: “That was my mind you just heard and it says, “If you ever open your mouth to claim that Pastor Biodun ‘raped’ you, thunder will fire that mouth shut.”
Hussh, on the ‘mind game thing,’ you are an experienced/exposed woman and so what’s this shit about you feeling trapped? It only lasted for a little over a week as you said; did the Pastor move in with you or invite you to move in with him? Mba nu.
If you were really busy minding your own business in London, the moment Pastor Biodun invited you to his hotel room the first time, you could have told him how busy you were-like most girls do when they are not interested in a man’s advances.”
Ese Walter wrote: Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo also said to me that he had a dream where I exposed what was happening to the media. Said it was all over the place and that people were calling me the girl that caused chaos in COZA. He also said I should remember the bible said to “touch not God’s anointed.” I immediately started to rebuke the devil and said I could never do anything like that. I was almost swearing with my entire family as I thought really I had touched God’s anointed by submitting my body to be used.
Stanley says: “It’s called regret or remorse -that’s the moment Pastor Biodun realized that he had done wrong and was trying to extract an oath of secrecy from you. After all you both were consenting adults above the age of 18 years. But with the way you went public, my conspiracy theory mind is humming.
I smell vindictiveness on your path, you intentionally set out to punish him knowing that you’ve seen and experienced his weaknesses.
Perhaps you wanted more from him? Perhaps you wished the affair lasted for longer, for months or years. Perhaps you wished that he eventually divorces his wife or she dies of a strange illness and you become ‘young mummy G.O’. I really don’t know...or care.”
Ese Walter wrote: Fast-forward a few months later, I was back in Nigeria and my church had become uncomfortable. Anytime I sat in church and listened to Pastor Biodun preach, I felt shame. I finally sent him a message saying I wasn’t comfortable anymore. I was confused and needed to talk about what had happened. He said I should meet him to talk and I did. It was a really weird meeting for me especially when he tried to kiss me at our meeting. I finally realized at this point that he couldn’t help me. I thought God was angry with me and I couldn’t pray so I decided to withdraw completely from COZA. This was the beginning of my mental torture. I couldn’t talk to my family because already, I was the only one attending a different church and somehow my mom never liked the idea. As the days went by I tried to use drinking and smoking to cover up the deep shame and guilt I was battling with. But as soon as the high was over, the thoughts came back and I felt stuck like I couldn’t move forward.
I felt I had to talk to someone and I decided to speak out...
Stanley says: “So in spite of everything that transpired, you still returned to Nigeria and went back to the same church, to look for what? This was how many months after, three, four months?
If Pastor Biodun was ‘crazy’ about you, I’m sure he would have made efforts to see you more often, to travel go London no hard like that nah.
You claim you went to see him and he tried to kiss you? Haba, I don’t buy it ooooo. My conspiracy theory tells me that you were very upset at how Pastor Biodun easily moved on after your brief affair, and you wanted answers which were not forth coming. And so you chose to do what you just did-BLACKMAIL HIS ASS and eventually F**K HIM UP.”
People,thanks for reading this blog post,I did what I had to do. I AM NOT A MEMBER OF COZA.
As a matter of fact, I am a CATHOLIC and still hold those orthodox views that priests should be celibate because sexually active men of God tend to become easy prey to the devil. Hey, celibate priests also fall into Satan’s trap too...wetin man pikin go do? God help us all.
If Ese Walter’s story is true, my advice to Pastor Biodun is that he follows the route King David followed after Bathsheba gate. I’m sure he’s doing that already, he must also ensure that he regains the trust of his wife and children FIRST before church members. Church members come and go, family is or should be forever.
As for Ese Walter,I heard she once auditioned for X-factor but didn’t scale through,well what do you know-this lady has (through this scandal) finally mustered a bit of celebrity status. All she needs do is release a new music track,call it ‘Jangilova Pastor’ or any other lousy name she can think of and it will trend. She can even do a collabo with Tonto Dikeh.