Omotola Akinsanya Ekhaguere (who is also Fake Mrs Olabisi Olojo Jimoh and Fake Ms Omotola Olabisi Olojo DeSouza) has been tampering with my posts. I have posted my activitis on Wednesday 03 December 2014 in full as follows: WEDNESDAY 03 DECEMBER 2014 AFTER 9AM LAGOS NIGERIA TIME After 9am Lagos Nigeria time, I opened my red entrance door and stepped out to my balcony wearing my light blue slippers with white flowers and a black strap with a black flower in the centre, my mainly light blue knee length ¼ sleeve overlapping (V-neck) dress with a belt; I left the belt hanging on my right side, my black curly wig weave-on. I left my red entrance door open and said “psst” and “excuse me” to a truck pusher passing. When he got near my building, I said “do you collect rubbish bins?” He said yes, and walked towards the black entrance gate of 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. I stepped into my apartment and picked up my black rubbish bin bag and a #100 note. Then I stepped back out to my balcony wearing my light blue slippers with white flowers and a black strap with a black flower in the centre, my mainly light blue knee length ¼ sleeve overlapping (V-neck) dress with a belt; I left the belt hanging on my right side, my black curly wig weave-on, carrying my black rubbish bin. I closed my red entrance door and hurried down my one flight stairs. I turned left and walked in front of my one-storey building to the black entrance gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. I opened the small side gate and saw the truck pusher standing there. He said “tomorrow” shaking his head, turned and started walking away. So I said “why did you say “yes””. He walked away, and I turned around, leaving the small side gate to close by itself; I had been holding it. Then I turned right and walked in front of my one-storey building, which is the first building on the right on the premises; my apartment is the only one on the top floor. I walked to my one flight stairs on the other side of the one-storey building. I climbed my one flight stairs to the red entrance door of my apartment. When I got to my red entrance door, standing on my balcony, I thought of leaving my black rubbish bag outside on my balcony but changed my mind. I opened my red entrance door, stepped in and locked my red entrance door. 10.35 AM LAGOS NIGERIA TIME At 10.35am Lagos Nigeria time, I opened my red entrance door and stepped out to my balcony my silver-ring gold-pad lock in my hand wearing my black rubber peep-toe shoes, my black QMAGA Quartz 622 wrist watch with silver hooks, my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background, my black curly wig weave-on, my twirl-like earrings, my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns, my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top. A NEW ANGLE – MEMORABLE PHOTOS MY LAST DAY IN LONDON - 14 AUGUST 2013 My black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background was the same black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background I carried on my last day in London UK; my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top was the same blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top I wore on my last day in London UK; my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns was the same versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns I wore on my last day in London, UK. However, on Wednesday 14 August 2013, I wore versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns ¾ length; that is I pulled it up to my calf. When I was going to Heathrow Airport on a4 August 2013, I initially wore a pair of blue flat shoes with a strap across each foot; It had white flat soles. I changed for my round silver buckle black shimmery medium-heeled round-toe shoes on the Piccadilly underground line, close to Heathrow Airport. I did not wear wrist watch and my hair style was only a pony-tail, my permed hair combed all back. I wrote MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK, dated 15 August 2014 on my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. The Metropolitan Police Force UK unlawfully hijacked my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile on 17 August 2014; they created a copy “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile from my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile and gave access to original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile to Temitope Deborah Adetuga. I saved my writings from time to time. FBWORD31AUG14 was the last document I saved my writings on. I extracted MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK, dated 15 August 2014 from my Word document FBWORD31AUG14 as follows: Bisi Olojo MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK I do not have access to “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)”. I have not posted on “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)” since noon on Wednesday 14 August 2013. My last post on “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)” was my interaction at the Missionary of Charity House (177 Bravington Road, London W9 3AR) until the time of posting on Facebook using their computers at Kilburn Library, London. Also that day, I asked an elderly couple for the time; I also saw a horse-drawn carriage. I went to the charity shop to drop 2 heavy bags of cloths. I did not post the events of the other half of the day because my account had been blocked by the time I landed in Nigeria on Thursday 15 August 2013. When I was leaving the Missionary of Charity house, Sister Juanita Cruz told 2 male Spanish volunteers to help me with my luggages which was a black box and a medium-sized carrier bag. I also had my rucksack. I wore my ankle length mainly white skirt with black designs and patterns, blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top, flat blue shoes; I had my blue and red rucksack and my black handbag. I had a pony-tail. Close to the airport, I changed my shoes for a black shimmery medium-heeled shoes (the one I wore to the T’Oluwani branch of First Bank yesterday). The guys took my luggages to Queenspark station and I thanked them. A young black man helped me bring them down the stairs at Queenspark station and I thanked him. When I had to change for the Piccadilly line to Heathrow airport, a white man helped me bring my luggages down the stairs. August 15 at 7:33pm • Like I WORE THESE TO BAMUF CAFEE ONCE I wore my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background; my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top; my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns was the same versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns worn ¾ length to Bamuf Cafee Ijegun Lagos Nigeria once, and I posted it. TO THE CAFE I closed my red entrance door, slid my silver-ring gold-pad lock in its hole on my red entrance door and locked it. Then I climbed down my one flight stairs, turned left and walked in front of my one-storey building to the black entrance gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. Using the small side gate, I stepped on to Pipeline road. I turned right and walked in front of the shops to my first turning on the right which leads to Ayanlaja street. I turned right into Ayanlaja Street and walked to the end of Ayanlaja street, that is Saviour’s bus stop. Then, I turned left to Ijegun Road. I walked straight in front of the building and structures on my left; sometimes I walked by the road side. I got to the building on my left where the cyber café is located; it is the middle shop among the 5 on the top floor of the building. It is a one-storey building. I climbed the stairs to the top floor and When I got to the entrance of his shop, I slid one of the 2 glass doors and entered. I said “good morning” and the manager answered. Then I asked him if he now allowed the use of laptop. He asked if I had to download. I said no. he said he allowed the use of laptop Then I asked him if he sold time in megabites. He said no. I asked him how he sold it. He said he sold bulk time. He said it cost #500 for 6 hours. I asked about 3 days and 1 week. He said he did not do that. I asked him how much it costs using one’s laptop per hour. He said #150. I said I would go on his system but I had to save my write-up from my laptop to my flash drive. I plugged my laptop into the socket on the wall and switched on my laptop, sitting on a seat before the desktop I wanted to use. I quickly typed up on my Word document 02DEC2014 in my laptop about my visit to the café and edited some titles I had already typed. When I was ready, I told the manager and gave him #120. He logged me on to the desktop before me. ITEMS DISPLAY My Economic Community of West African States CEDERO ECOWAS Federal Republic of Nigeria International Passport Number A04291241 showing my bio-data page and my photo, my National Identity Number 10286719862 cream Slip, showing my bio-data and my black and white photo under it. My silver cover Samsung GT-S5230 mobile handset Etisalat phone number 08181 582 160 The book I bought at #1500.00 cash from Dr Mike Ike and which was signed by Dr Mike Ike on 30 August 2013. I refer to Dr Ikes book A BIG FISH in a small pond, The 21 things Successful People Do. I wrote in details about Dr Mike Ike on my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile in a post I titled Dr Mike Ike (aka Michael Ikeotuonye), which I last edited on 31 October 2013; there are several posts and comments under Dr Mike Ike (aka Michael Ikeotuonye), which I last edited on 31 October 2013. Dr Mike Ike has been saying on Facebook that Omotola Akinsanya Ekhaguere is the ‘Bisi Olojo he knows; he claims Omotola was the ‘Bisi Olojo who worked briefly on a self employed basis at his business Global Innovations Business Centre, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. Dr Michael Ikeotuonye along with Bishop David Olaniyi Oyedepo and Pastor Enoch Adeboye share with Omotola and the UK Government the proceeds of the prostitution and the fraudulent activities of Omotola Akinsanya Ekhaguere, who is now Fake Mrs Olabisi Olojo Jimoh. I saved my word document 02DEC2014 to my 2GB Toshiba translucent cover black flash drive. Then I switched off my laptop, leaving it on the desk beside me, to my right. I inserted my 2GB Toshiba translucent cover black flash drive into the Central Processing Unit of the desktop. Then I logged on to my original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. I then began extracting my writing from my Word document 02DEC2014 and posting it on my original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile proof reading and editing it as I posted. A while later, the manager came and said he was going to switch to NEPA light. I asked him if I was going to lose my write-up and my open original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. He said I should save my write-up on the desktop. I quickly did so; the computer chose the title at the very top of the document to save the document, that is, IT WASN’T ME. The manager went away. The desktop I was using went off and went back on. I tried to log on to Facebook but got a message: The page cannot be displayed. I tired again and got the same message. Then the computer shut down. The manager came and said it was something to do with UPS. Then he logged me back on. Then he asked if I was okay. I said I was ok, I just needed to get back on the Internet. He left and I typed in facebook in the browser. I logged on to my original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. Having removed my 2GB Toshiba translucent cover black flash drive from the Central Processing Unit of the desktop, I continued extracting and posting from my Word document on the desktop IT WASN’T ME. A man seated to my left said something laughing, I smiled, then turned and faced my desktop. I extracted everything I had typed and posted them on my original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. When my time was nearly up, I logged out of my original 5th “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile and out of Facebook. Then I emptied the content of IT WASN’T ME, and saved it. There was no time to delete the document. There were 2 other documents on the desktop saved from my Word document 02DEC2014; they were named saved documents. I collected the items I had on display and put them in my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background. I also put my laptop in my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background. As I did this, the manager came in and asked if I had finished. I said yes. He logged on to the desktop and seeing the ‘saved documents’ on the desktop, I asked if he could delete it. He said he would. But as the desktop was still unlocked, I took the mouse and tried to delete the documents while the manager watched but the desktop logged me out. He said he would delete the documents. I said “thank you”, and headed out. I slid one of the 2 glass doors and stepped out to the balcony. I shut the glass door, turned right and walked to the stairs. I climbed down the stairs and turned right walking towards Ikotun. I walked in front of the buildings and structures on my right, sometimes I walked by the road side, until I got to Saviours bus stop. At Saviours bus stop, I turned right into Ayanlaja Street and walked to the end. At the end, I turned left into Pipeline road. Then, I walked to the black gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria; this is the only gate one sees before the next left turning which is Bayo Akhimien Crescent. I walked through the small side black gate of 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. Then I turned right and walked in front of my one-storey building, which is the first building on the right on the premises; my apartment is the only one on the top floor. I walked to my one flight stairs on the other side of the one-storey building. I climbed my one flight stairs to the red entrance door of my apartment. As I climbed up my stairs, I took out my black unicco purse from my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background. I brought out my silver keys from my black unicco purse and returned my black unicco purse to my black handbag with flowery leather design on one side over a cream background. When I got to my red entrance door, standing on my balcony, I saw a note in my red entrance door and pulled it out of where it had been tucked. My silver cover Samsung GT-S5230 mobile handset Etisalat phone number 08181 582 160 rang a few times while I was at the Cyber café but I did not answer it. One of the callers had been Mrs Toyin Eludipo. The note in my red entrance door said: Hello Bisi, I came to your place but I did not meet you at home. Hope everything is okay. Mrs Eludipo I opened the silver-ring gold-pad lock of my red entrance door. I removed my silver-ring gold-pad lock from its hole on my red door entrance, opened my red entrance door, went in and locked my red entrance door. I got back home at 1.54pm Lagos Nigeria time. 3.15PM LAGOS NIGERIA TIME At 3.15pm Lagos Nigeria time, I opened my red entrance door and stepped out to my balcony my silver-ring gold-pad lock in my hand wearing my black rubber peep-toe shoes, my black QMAGA Quartz 622 wrist watch with silver hooks, my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background, my black curly wig weave-on, my twirl-like earrings, my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns, my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top. A NEW ANGLE – MEMORABLE PHOTOS MY LAST DAY IN LONDON - 14 AUGUST 2013 My black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background was the same black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background I carried on my last day in London UK; my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top was the same blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top I wore on my last day in London UK; my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns was the same versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns I wore on my last day in London, UK. However, on Wednesday 14 August 2013, I wore versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns ¾ length; that is I pulled it up to my calf. When I was going to Heathrow Airport on 14 August 2013, I initially wore a pair of blue flat shoes with a strap across each foot; It had white flat soles. I changed for my round silver buckle black shimmery medium-heeled round-toe shoes on the Piccadilly underground line, close to Heathrow Airport. I did not wear wrist watch and my hair style was only a pony-tail, my permed hair combed all back. I wrote MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK, dated 15 August 2014 on my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile. The Metropolitan Police Force UK unlawfully hijacked my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile on 17 August 2014; they created a copy “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile from my original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile and gave access to original 1st “Bisi Olojo” Facebook profile to Temitope Deborah Adetuga. I saved my writings from time to time. FBWORD31AUG14 was the last document I saved my writings on. I extracted MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK, dated 15 August 2014 from my Word document FBWORD31AUG14 as follows: Bisi Olojo MY LAST DAY IN LONDON, UK I do not have access to “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)”. I have not posted on “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)” since noon on Wednesday 14 August 2013. My last post on “Bc Bliss (Bisi Olojo)” was my interaction at the Missionary of Charity House (177 Bravington Road, London W9 3AR) until the time of posting on Facebook using their computers at Kilburn Library, London. Also that day, I asked an elderly couple for the time; I also saw a horse-drawn carriage. I went to the charity shop to drop 2 heavy bags of cloths. I did not post the events of the other half of the day because my account had been blocked by the time I landed in Nigeria on Thursday 15 August 2013. When I was leaving the Missionary of Charity house, Sister Juanita Cruz told 2 male Spanish volunteers to help me with my luggages which was a black box and a medium-sized carrier bag. I also had my rucksack. I wore my ankle length mainly white skirt with black designs and patterns, blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top, flat blue shoes; I had my blue and red rucksack and my black handbag. I had a pony-tail. Close to the airport, I changed my shoes for a black shimmery medium-heeled shoes (the one I wore to the T’Oluwani branch of First Bank yesterday). The guys took my luggages to Queenspark station and I thanked them. A young black man helped me bring them down the stairs at Queenspark station and I thanked him. When I had to change for the Piccadilly line to Heathrow airport, a white man helped me bring my luggages down the stairs. August 15 at 7:33pm • Like I WORE THESE TO BAMUF CAFEE . I wore my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background; my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top; my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns was the same versatile white background skirt with black designs and patterns worn ¾ length to Bamuf Cafee Ijegun Lagos Nigeria once, and I posted it. TO THE CAFE I closed my red entrance door, slid my silver-ring gold-pad lock in its hole on my red entrance door and locked it. Then I climbed down my one flight stairs, turned left and walked in front of my one-storey building to the black entrance gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. Using the small side gate, I stepped on to Pipeline road. I turned right and walked in front of the shops to my first turning on the right which leads to Ayanlaja street. I turned right into Ayanlaja Street and walked to the end of Ayanlaja street, that is Saviour’s bus stop. Then, I turned left to Ijegun Road. TO GET MY LAPTOP CHARGER I walked straight in front of the building and structures on my left; sometimes I walked by the road side. I got to the building on my left where the cyber café is located; it is the middle shop among the 5 on the top floor of the building. It is a one-storey building. I climbed the stairs to the top floor, turned left and walked on the balcony towards the Cyber café, which was the middle shop out of 5. I saw the manager sitting down in the balcony just before his shop. I said “good afternoon”. He responded and I said “I think I left my charger on your desk”. He said he did not know I should go and check. As I went to his café, he came after me. I slid one of the 2 glass doors and stepped into the Cyber café leaving the glass door open as he came in too. I went to the desk I left my charger on and saw it. I took it and headed out as I said “thank you” to the manager. I stepped out to the balcony and turned right and walking to the stairs. I climbed down the stairs and turned right. Then I climbed down the stairs and turned right walking towards Ikotun. I walked in front of the buildings and structures on my right, sometimes I walked by the road side, until I got to Saviours bus stop. At Saviours bus stop, I turned right into Ayanlaja Street and walked to the end. At the end, I turned left into Pipeline road. Then, I walked to the black gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria; this is the only gate one sees before the next left turning which is Bayo Akhimien Crescent. I walked through the small side black gate of 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. Then I turned right and walked in front of my one-storey building, which is the first building on the right on the premises; my apartment is the only one on the top floor. I walked to my one flight stairs on the other side of the one-storey building. I climbed my one flight stairs to the red entrance door of my apartment. As I climbed up my stairs, I took out my black unicco purse from my black handbag with flowery leather designs on one side over a cream background. I brought out my silver keys from my black unicco purse and returned my black unicco purse to my black handbag with flowery leather design on one side over a cream background. When I got to my red entrance door, standing on my balcony, I opened the silver-ring gold-pad lock of my red entrance door. I removed my silver-ring gold-pad lock from its hole on my red door entrance, opened my red entrance door, went in and locked my red entrance door. I got back home at 3.32pm Lagos Nigeria time. 3.52 PM LAGOS NIGERIA TIME At 3.52 pm Lagos Nigeria time, my silver cover Samsung GT-S5230 mobile handset Etisalat phone number 08181 582 160 rang. Looking at the screen, I saw Mum Lyca. Mum Lyca stands for my mother’s Lyca mobile phone number; she has a t-mobile phone number as well but her Lyca mobile phone number is the one she uses to make international calls. I pressed the answer button and said “hello”. My mother, Mrs Florence Omolara Olojo said “hello Bisi”. I said “hello mum good afternoon ma.” She said “good afternoon”. Then she said Christopher told her he had been contacted (by the bank), and that I should expect #8000. I said “Mum, thank you ma”. She said “ok oh” and hung up. 7.23PM LAGOS NIGERIA TIME As I typed in my Word document 03DEC2014, I heard a knock on my door. I said “who is it?” As there was no answer, I said again “who is it?” I heard Olojo. I shouted “Dad coming sir”. As I got dressed, I checked the time on my laptop, it was 7.23pm Lagos Nigeria time. I put on my versatile ankle length white background skirt with black designs and patterns, my blackish green shimmery ¾ sleeve V-Neck collar top and my black hair net and my light blue slippers with white flowers and a black strap with a black flower in the centre. Then I took my silver keys and opened my living room door. I stepped on to my passage and closed my living room door. Then, I switched on the light in my passage and went to my red entrance door to open it. I opened my red entrance door and at my entrance was my father, Mr Timoth Olojo. He came in and I said “dad good evening sir”, bending my knees. He was wearing a pair of black open front open back slip-ons, his black trousers, his beige buttoned down collar long sleeve shirt sleeves rolled ¾ length and a brown cap. As he came in, he said Toyin (Mrs Toyin Eludipo) called him and said she came to my place and did not meet me. She called my phone, I did not answer. She said she left me a note and that was why he came to check on me. I said I was at the Internet café when she called; I saw her note. I opened my living room door asking him to come in. He came in and sat down. He asked me if I had called her back. I said I would do so tomorrow. He said why not today. I said my phone could not ring out unless he wanted to call her. As he went through his phone, I said not to worry, I would call her tomorrow at the Call point. He said he called my phone but did not get through. I did not see a missed call from him. Then he said he could not see my number in his phone and asked me to read it to him. I said 08181-582-160. He called my silver cover Samsung GT-S5230 mobile handset Etisalat phone number 08181 582 160 and it rang. Hearing it ring, he disconnected. Then he said he was not used to his new phone; he could not find Mrs Toyin Eludipo’s number. Checking my missed call list, I said I had it. I read it to him saying 0803. He said the number she called him from in the afternoon started with 070. I said the one I had was 08037173268. He called her and after speaking to her briefly, he handed the phone to me. I said “hello Sister (Nursing sister)”. She said “hello how are you?” I said I was okay. She said she called my phone in the afternoon. I said I was at the café and being strapped for time, I could not answer then. I planned to ring her back. I asked her how she was; she was sick some weeks ago. She said she was better. Then she said I should give my father her regards. I said “hold on for him” and handed the phone back to my father. After this call, he got up to go. I said “you’re going so soon?” He said he just came to check on me. I got up, opened my living room door and stepped to my passage. My father came to the passage and put on his black open front open back slip-ons which he had left by my living room door. Then I opened my red entrance gate and stepped on to my balcony. As my father tried to cross my threshold, he almost stumbled. So I said “erora sir”, that is, “be gentle sir”. He stepped on to my balcony and said I should not bother walking him off. I said I would at least get to the gate. I closed my red entrance as my father climbed down my one flight stairs. I climbed down my one flight stairs after him. We turned left and walked in front of my one-storey building to the black entrance gate of my residence, 1, Bayo Akhimien Crescent, Ijegun Lagos Nigeria. I opened the small side gate, and my father stepped on to Pipeline road. I asked him how he came. He said he did not like the other road; it is scary and always has a pond. He said he came through Ayanlaja. I said “dad good night sir”. He said “good night”, turned right and walked off. Then I turned round and walked in front of my one-storey building, which is the first building on the right on the premises; my apartment is the only one on the top floor. I walked to my one flight stairs on the other side of the one-storey building. I climbed my one flight stairs to the red entrance door of my apartment. When I got to my red entrance door, standing on my balcony, I opened my red entrance door, went in and locked my red entrance door. I got back to my apartment at 7.36pm Lagos Nigeria time. I did not step out again.
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