Abdul Attah, Younger Brother Of Fola Adeola’s Wife Is “Troubled”

Abdul Attah, the younger brother of Fola Adeola’s wife is troubled judging from stories emanating from his corner.

Thecapital is reporting that “Dishonesty is like dung; one goes to such great extents to commit it. But when the culprit is a young man, the stench that emanates from his treacherous act beclouds any likely reprieve he might enjoy in thought or estimation of the society.

Yes, Abdul Attah, the younger brother of Fola Adeola’s wife, Hajara and Moni Shonibare, unarguably loves dung.

Abdul who runs a property company called AA Property on Finchley road, London, brazenly parades himself like a cesspit of tactlessness and perfidious acts hence his wanton predilection to renege on what is severally tagged in business and industrial parlance as a “gentleman’s agreement.”

If you take time to ask around, most people would rather seek pawpaw on a pear tree, believe a gambler or any other thing that’s false, before they trust in Abdul. He has exhausted his goodwill with his clients.’’

Thecapital further reports that ‘’As you read, he has burned through the large deposits of trust he erstwhile enjoyed from his clients to the extent that, hardly any of his clients believes him anymore. Sources close to him revealed that doing business with him is a big risk for anyone

Sadly, money changes everything. It makes a prince out of a pitiful pauper and yet reduces a covetous princess below the rank of a palace slave. It emerged that Abdul, a silverspoon kid, has duped many prominent Nigerians who were looking for properties in the UK. Some of his victims included the popular female friend of James Onanefe Ibori, Udo Amaka. Abdul is a smooth talker and he knows how to get his clients. Ask Mrs Foluke Abdul-Rasaq, she would confirm this. We also gathered Abdul manages all the properties of the embattled former NSA, Sambo Dasuki in London

However, It is the lack of integrity that drives a man to adulterate ethics with gluttony and ill will. Ultimately, such sly character corrupts his soul with lust for gold and substitutes intelligence with error and false luster. But when push comes to shove, and the fruits of his iniquity are ripe for harvest, he starts to run from pillar to post in frantic quest for a reprieve he would never get.

Honestly, like a sewer rat fleeing the onslaught of an unrelenting charwoman, Abdul is running hither, thither as you read. Now that comeuppance stares him in the face, the dark menace of retribution makes a coward of him.”