Gang Rape Allegation; Late Audu’s Son, Mustapha Reacts, Releases Dirty Mails He Receives From Sugabelly

Mustapha Audu, the son of former Kogi governor Abubakar Audu, who is currently in the eyes of a rape storm involving Lotanna Igwe-Odunze, popularly known as Sugabelly, when she was only 17, has released a series of mails in a bid to prove that he did not rape her.

Audu’s mails also seek to prove that Sugabelly already had scars as a result of previous rape incident which she tried to share with him.

 

The mails were released on Friday evening by Philip Obin, who had earlier released a statement explaining that Mustapha Audu would share a “comprehensive report” showing mails Sugabelly sent to him. He said he would release more mails and even photos.

 

READ: Mustapha Audu responds to rape allegations: “Sugabelly wanted to marry me at all costs”

 

This was a December 19, 2007 email from Sugabelly to Audu.

 

From: Lotanna Igwe-Odunze 

Date: Wed, Dec 19, 2007 at 1:38 AM

Subject: ………………

To: audumm@gmail.com

 

Hey, it’s been a while. School’s out, and I’m in Maryland so I just thought of you. I’m well, and I hope you’re the same.

 

Cheers

 

Eight days later, she sent him another mail.

 

From: Lotanna Igwe-Odunze 

Date: Fri, Dec 28, 2007 at 9:44 AM

Subject: 

To: Mustapha

 

Hey, it was great talking to you the other day. I’m in Maryland until January 12 – the number’s 301-879-0501– after which I’ll head back to Florida. You can call my room: 352-588-8726, or if you prefer, my mobile, which is 857-544-7540. You may leave a message on either of the last two numbers; I’ll reply. I don’t know why I decided to call you. It’s been four months since I last heard you speak. I guess I knew to hear you would make me happy, so I did. It would have been nice to see you, but I suppose it’ll have to be some other time.I’m well, and enjoying school. You should be swamped with work, but consider it a good thing. Say hi to Bashir for me, and to Abdul. 

 

Call me Mona.

 

Cheers!

 

Lotanna 

 

He responded the next day.

 

———- Forwarded message ———-

From: musti audu 

Date: Mon, Dec 29, 2008 at 1:29 PM

Subject: sup

To: lotannaio@gmail.com

 

hello…

jus wanted 2 see how u r doin dis holiday season..

whats good wif u…

 

This was an email from him in the new year, 2008, in response to a mail from her which was not shared.

 

———- Forwarded message ———-

From: musti audu 

Date: Sun, Jan 20, 2008 at 10:14 PM

Subject: hello darlin

To: lotannaio@gmail.com

 

whats up..

waz off my comp when u sent the msg…

what u been up 2… howz uni and all… hope itz goin well…

what did u say we need 2 talk bout… hope u not 2 nasty in college..

well itz college so u mite az well….. hope u doin some work though.. 

i know u’z a smart gal…. so not 2 worried…

anywayzz…  hope all else iz good..

l8r

 

And then she sent this long one to him in which she laid her feelings bare and recounted several worrying episodes from their past, her love to him, the amount of sexually activity which went on between them that she seemed to enjoy, even though it must be pointed out, she was just 17. The mail also showed that she had previous sexually abuse issues that had nothing to do with him.

 

From: Lotanna Igwe-Odunze 

Date: Sun, Mar 2, 2008 at 7:24 AM

Subject: can’t sleep..good morning Mr. Audu

To: Mustapha

 

Hey, 

 

I can’t sleep. Lying in bed watching The Bionic Woman online. And that’s after I watched Family Guy, The Sarah Conner Chronicles, and Cashmere Mafia. I did a lot of thinking today. I spoke to my mom. I feel rather sad…for some reason I almost always end up sad after speaking to my mom. She still hates you…can’t blame her. You were a jerk to me sometimes, and she got the worst of it from me when she wouldn’t let me see you. Plus all the horrible stuff that happened in between. If you don’t know what I’m talking about I’ll tell it to you later. I’m homesick. Maybe that’s why I’m emailing you. I know you won’t reply.You never do. You don’t even reply when I text you…which is funny because you used to text me all the time..

 

..speaking of which.. I remember the series of texts we sent each other when our ‘affair’ started..

 

me: (right after you dropped me off after that first night in your car): was fun…still wet

you: Hello 17… glad you enjoyed it. Don’t worry, we shall continue soon

 

you used to text me all the time… at least much more than you do now… which is never…can you believe it’s been a year? I’ve known you for a year..  

 

Jan 24, Wednesday– The first day I spoke to you. You were working on a database and you told me to pull my seat over… I remember you saying “….pretty boring stuff..”  

 

Feb 5, Monday – You were showing me how to use Dreamweaver and my facebook profile came up.. and you saw that picture … we drove around Maitama until we found a dark street. I was so nervous, I almost couldn’t breathe.. and I unbuttoned my shirt and let you touch me..I told you I couldn’t have sex with you and you said ” ..it’s okay, we’re not going to have sex…yet..”  .. but we did, .. and I was sore afterwards.. the inside of my thighs hurt and it was painful to touch myself. 

 

Feb 6, Tuesday – We grabbed lunch at 212. Later you realised spicy shawarma and blow jobs don’t mix so well.. just so you know.. it cracked me up. Later that evening at work I decided to be mean and I ate your shawarma as well. Made it up to you though: sent you three pictures of me topless.. wonder if you still have them.. After that we had sex almost every day that week. A different street each night. Sometimes it took ages to find a lonely enough spot.. and then your red Mercedes would sputter and die..it was quite amusing..  

 

Feb 8, Thursday – You wore a pinstriped suit to work.. I bumped into you at the front desk. I was signing in and you came through the door, ruffled my hair, and said something that predictably started with “woman…”. You looked quite dashing that day.. I think I told you. 

 

Feb 9, Friday – I was desperate for an excuse to get away from work, and Killian needed to go to the Access Bank somewhere in Wuse. You were taking him and I jumped in the car. After we dropped him off we went to Med to have lunch, but I was horribly nervous and I couldn’t eat anything.. I don’t know what went through your mind when I said I wouldn’t/couldn’t eat… but you took it in stride and announced “..Bartender..I’ve got lots more to order when I get back..” We made our way to the car (did I mention you introduced me to the girl at the reception?) I couldn’t keep up with you.. shoes were killing me. I know I’m 5ft 11″, but I love shoes so I’ll suffer anyway… as we pulled into Villa I commented that my cousin lived there.. you asked where.. and I said “Suleiman Barau” .. I almost died when we got to your house.. It was practically opposite my aunt’s.. you said you’d forgotten your key.. you said it was in your laptop bag. You had me sit and wait while you got something from upstairs.. I think it was another key.. your little brothers? came and sat on my lap, and I swear they molested me.. the younger one had his hand in my bra when you came back down the stairs and ordered them to run to Islamiyya…. you opened the door nearest to me on the ground floor.. Balked when I saw the bed.. I’ve never been good with beds… they scare me… visions of violent rape flood my brain and I get goosebumps… it’s like having no air.. there are reasons for that… perhaps you’ll find out later. I hid in a corner to undress.. you asked if I was hiding from you… I was. When I was in nothing but my panties you came and stood behind me and slipped your fingers between my legs..I stared at myself in the mirror..naked and watched you touch me. And then you told me to get on the bed and assume a position.. so I lay on stomach with my legs parted slightly..my hips raised.. and you undressed.. and then I was thoroughly frightened. You see, in that moment I realised that I had never seen you naked in daylight. Actually I’d never seen you naked. And I’d never seen a man’s penis in such detail before…except in movies.. and online. It felt different, that afternoon. I liked watching myself in the mirror.. you liked watching me in the mirror.. I liked that you liked looking.. it made me feel dirty.. it turned me on.

   Later that night I told the first lie. I told my mom I was going out with you and Ogechi.. we were going have drinks.. Tunji’s house.. you and him played a football tournament or two.. “Tunj, do you know how old she is.. packing this kind of equipment..” I stopped you from telling him.. afraid he’d judge me for wanting you.. You’d play for a while then reach into my top and fondle my breasts.. the screen of your macbook is so much brighter than a regular laptop.. it was the only light in that dark room.. but I didn’t care..I’m scared of the dark.. I sleep with the light on in college.. I have sleeping masks to trick my body into thinking it’s surrounded by darkness. I can’t wait for you in a room if the lights go out.. My mom has to call me if she’s out and they take the light because I’m terrified..I once ran out of the house naked because I thought I heard a noise in the dark..  but you were there, and you did delicious things to me that took my breath away.. 

 

I should stop… I’m not trying to arouse you, and I’m not trying to scare you off.. oh crap, I really should shut up now.

 

Mustapha.. basically, I just miss you a lot. I don’t know why.. I mean I do know why but I can’t explain why I stop breathing every time I hear your name, even if it’s not about you.

 

I know this has pitifully graduated into a poorly disguised love letter from an infatuated teenager, but whatever it is..it’s sincere.

 

..Now May looks like Christmas all over again..

 

okay seriously, I’m shutting up now.. and if you reply… like when you called and left that message, it will make my day. Or if you call, it will be ever so much more so.

 

-Lotanna