MY AFFAIR WITH PASTOR BIODUN FATOYINBO OF COZA.
WARNING !
This article contains stories that most ‘church people’ don’t want to address. So, if you are one of those living in denial and
covering up crap going on in the church, this is where you should stop reading. Thanks for stopping by.
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Now, for the rest of us, please sit down and switch on your open mind. I want to talk about something I have kept bottled
up inside for longer than necessary. I have also decided to use real names, as my defense for any accusation of slander is
justification. I tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but. However, feel free to throw your doubt around but know that I
am past the shaming game (where victims of abuse are shot down by blame) I am no longer a victim but a survivor who is
sharing her experience to help others caught in same web of abuse, guilt and shame. We only get to live once right? So
here, it goes…
I recently came to know this event too was abuse (recently here means about 6 months ago). It has literally been eating
me up having to drive by another billboard advertising preachers, or hearing his name, or even trying to ask about the
validity of the entire salvation story and whether or not there is a God that truly watches over his people. That being said,
I’m just going to say it as it is. This is a recap of my affair with Pastor Biodun Fatoyinbo of COZA (Common Wealth Of Zion
Assembly) Abuja chapter. This affair I have come to know as a form of abuse as you would see the different elements of
abuse very present.
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.
Me? I thought. Why would the senior pastor want to see me? Not the second man but the head nigga in charge? Ok na! I
started to think my sin was oozing so bad the pastor could tell I needed Jesus. (Poor old me.) I saw him at the end of the
second service (they had two services at the time) and he said to me that he would like me to work with him. I knew I had
no intentions of becoming a pastor so I had to ask in what capacity. He said he’d like for me to join a department,
preferably the Pastoral Care Unit (PCU).
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.)
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.
We had spoken a few times especially when COZA started to stream online. I always watched and would give feedback on
quality of production and share a little bit on the challenges I faced settling in a new land. 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.)
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.
“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.” He proceeded to ask how I had been coping in London and if I was a committed member of any church. He also
said he thought there was something special about me and wanted to know that I had not strayed from my faith. I really
thought he had heard I was doing something I shouldn’t while in London but tried my best to focus on the conversation
instead of my straying thoughts. He kept telling me to relax and feel comfortable with talking to him. After a few minutes, he
asked that we go to the roof of the hotel as his room was a pent suit and had a connecting door to the roof.
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.
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.)




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So u enter d thing willingly ba?, no threat? Mayb as u knw say na mistress u go b u start true confession. Him no even toast u sef u go sit down for him lap. Only 1 day wey him come london him dn bed u. That mean say u b good girl. Na wa o

the op didnt post the part where she paid for the hotel room?

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the op didnt post the part where she paid for the hotel room?

na she pay for the hotel room?

All the best Ese Walters, I know people are quick to judge the girl and ignore the wolves in sheep skin. May you grow stronger in Christ and know that pastors are not Christ and most are doing a horrible job as His reps. I commend you for speaking up!

Wish I could meet with u.ure a real woman.a married friend of mine confessed to me last year how her pastor ruined her marriage.the story line is exactly d same if not dat d op isn't married.now she's feeling used & bruised&wants to tell d whole world her story too,cos d church is growing bigger.d problem with Nigerians is they worship their pastors instead of God.

Madam Op u mean the man never toasted you? Just an hour and you felt for him? U must be cheap then. As for that Biodun guy, his time is up. He will be seeing crackies now!