How Billionaire, Femi Otedola Became Our Public Enemy No. 1 - Matharoo Sisters Expose Otedola

Kiran Matharoo, who was arrested in Venice's Marco Polo Airport in Italy on an international arrest warrant held by the interpol over a "sextortion" case in Lagos, a warrant which is widely believed to have been sponsored by the forbes-recognized Nigerian billionaire, Femi Otedola who whilst married dated one of the sisters for 2 years (2011 - 2013). You might be wondering who are these Matharoo sisters, or why are we even talking about them?? Wonder no more, the sisters named, Jyoti and Kiran Matharoo are Canadians of Indian ancestry, their parents moved to Canada in the late 80s before they were birthed, they are both 31 and 32 years old respectively and have an exciting combination of pretty faces with banging hot bodies, one enough to trap any billionaire into finding out who their parents were! The Matharoo sisters are very fine, extremely attractive and they love to show off all of their beauty for the world to see - perhaps one of the issue that led them into the current troubles they are facing!

How did the Matharoo sisters end up on the wrong side of the Notorious billionaire, Femi Otedola (and other Nigerian billionaires?)
A particular very indepth interview was granted the "Toronto Life", an online platform by the duo, very very recently that chronicled their lives and how it was totally turned around after meeting with a Nigerian businessman in 2008, when Kiran the younger sibling was just 21.

That singular meeting became the single most important meeting ever in the lives of the sisters. Kiran's man later introduced Jyoti the elder sister to SD, a Northerner owner of a Oil and Gas Company, who was also a renowned Polo buff.

2008- was their first trip on a Private Jet (PJ) and they were invited on one singular trip that spanned "France, Greece, Nigeria, Singapore and the Maldives".

For a duo who had only been to Canada and the USA to visit family, after relocating from India, whose highest aspiration was to either be a waitress etc, it was an entirely new world!!!! Fun! Fun!! Fun!!! Galore.

That 2008 meeting changed everything for the super best for Jyoti and Kiran, apart from getting numerous extremely valuable gifts-wrist watches, designer bags and shoes etc, Jyoti even got a Condo in Toronto from SD and also a brand spanking new Mercedes Benz to replace a dead Acura.
In 2011, Kiran met the oil tycoon Femi Otedola. He’s an imposing-looking man in his 50s: balding and portly, with thick-framed glasses, and usually dressed in the traditional Yoruba outfit of a loose-fitting shirt and slim-cut pants. Born in Ibadan in 1962 to a well-known Yoruba political family, Otedola got his start at his family’s printing business. In 2003, he founded Zenon, a petroleum and gas company that went on to control a major share of the national market. It provided fuel for the majority of foreign companies in Nigeria, including Coca-Cola, Nestlé, Cadbury and Guinness. In 2007, he became the chairman of the publicly traded African Petroleum and was the second Nigerian to appear on Forbes’ list of billionaires, with an estimated net worth of $1.2 billion (U.S.).

In interviews, Otedola appears calm and thoughtful, almost cerebral. He is a proud father—his daughter is a well-known DJ who goes by the name DJ Cuppy—and a generous philanthropist. His lifestyle, however, is flashy. Among his possessions: several estates in Nigeria, a house in England, a fleet of Mercedes and Rolls Royces, a private jet, and a $12-million yacht, where he hosts extravagant parties. When his daughter graduated from the University of London in 2014, Otedola threw her a French Revolution–themed bash in the ballroom of the five-star Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Knightsbridge; she dressed as Marie Antoinette, and guests were served by footmen in 18th-century attire.

In October 2016, the sisters read that police investigators had traced NaijaGistLive to a web designer and aspiring rapper named Babatunde Oyebode. He was arrested on charges of extortion and making threats—and Femi Otedola was named as one of the victims. NaijaGistLive had published an item earlier in the year claiming, among other things, that he was running a brothel on his private yacht. They were explosive, unverified claims, and Kiran suspected that Otedola might have led the charge on Oyebode; he had always been sensitive to gossip. They figured Oyebode was guilty and thought the panic over the blog was over.

At 6 p.m. on December 14, Kiran and Jyoti were unwinding in their suite at the Eko Signature Hotel when they heard a pounding on their door. When Kiran opened it, six plainclothes police officers clomped in. “You need to come in for questioning,” one said. The women asked to see their badges. The men refused. The sisters asked to see paperwork authorizing them to take them away. Again, the men refused.

Confused and panicked, Jyoti googled the number for the Canadian high commission in Lagos. But when she started dialling the number, one of the officers grabbed the phone from her hand. Another officer gripped Kiran by the wrist. “If you don’t get dressed, we’re going to take you like this, in your bathrobe,” he said. Crying, the sisters went into the bedroom to get dressed.
The police loaded Kiran and Jyoti into a white van and transported them to the police station in nearby Bar Beach. In a dim room furnished with broken chairs, they met another plainclothes officer, who began rattling off questions about their knowledge of computers and the Internet: “Do you have a blog? Are you good at making websites? How did you learn how to do it?”
When the officers revealed that they were questioning the Matharoos about NaijaGistLive, the sisters were relieved. They assumed that they were being questioned as witnesses, or even as victims. After the officer finished his interview, Kiran and Jyoti were led back to the white van. They looked forward to getting back to their hotel room.

But the van drove past their hotel, toward the Lagos airport. Finally, it stopped in a dirt driveway leading to another police station: the Special Anti-Robbery Squad, or SARS, an arm of the Nigeria Police Force devoted to serious crimes. The police led the women up a flight of stairs to another dingy office, where a police officer was sitting at a desk. “Which popular men do you know in Nigeria, and what is their contact information?” he asked. When they refused to answer, he separated them and asked them to write statements describing what they knew about NaijaGistLive. Kiran wrote a long, pleading appeal about how she was only in Nigeria to visit friends. Jyoti simply wrote that they had no involvement in the site.

The police told them that they would have to spend the night in prison. Jyoti begged to be let go, explaining that she was menstruating and didn’t have any tampons, but the officers just pushed them in, past a cell full of male prisoners who leered as they passed. “Get in the cell,” one officer screamed. He raised his hand as if to hit them. “Don’t make me use force on you.”
SARS is one of the most notorious human rights violators in Nigeria. According to a 2016 Amnesty International report, detainees are regularly subjected to torture, including severe beatings, starvation, shootings, mock executions and threats of execution. The women’s cell looked like an agricultural pen, with a concrete floor and pieces of foam along the walls for beds. There were buckets of water strewn about for bathing and, behind a curtain, a hole in the floor that served as a toilet. Eleven other women were sitting and lying around on the makeshift mattresses, in various states of anger and distress. They saw one woman beat another, berating her for stealing a cellphone. The Matharoos didn’t know what their cellmates had done, or how long they’d been locked up.

Eventually, a fellow prisoner allowed them to share a piece of foam with her and some other women. They tried to sleep, but the sound of skittering rats kept them up, as did their aching -bladders—no matter what, they decided, they wouldn’t pee into that hole.
At 8 a.m., an officer came to escort them out. “How did these two oyinbo women get in here?” he asked a colleague. (Oyinbo means white in Nigerian pidgin; to some in Nigeria, the light-skinned Indian-Canadian sisters appeared to be white.) He brought the Matharoos back to the upstairs office, where they were informed that they were being taken back to their hotel for a room and property search. The men believed that the Matharoos owned NaijaGistLive, and they wanted to prove it.

Back at Eko, Kiran and Jyoti watched while the officers rifled through their suitcases and drawers, stuffing their passports and a shared laptop into a plastic bag. “It says ‘blog’ here,” one officer said while searching the notebook that Kiran used to brainstorm ideas for her website. The police were taking information about their social media accounts and personal website, Matropolitan, as evidence that they ran the site.
After a few hours, the sisters found a Nigerian friend who agreed to act as surety. When they called the Canadian Embassy on their friend’s phone, they were told that the embassy’s general policy is not to interfere when Canadian citizens are going through another country’s legal system. All they could do was email the sisters a list of lawyers who might be able to help.
By this point, Kiran suspected that Otedola might have been responsible for the charge against them. She believed he’d led the petition that led to Oyebode’s arrest, and figured he had recognized the Matharoos’ names in the online speculation of who owned the site and focused on them as the culprits. If he was paying the officers to detain them and hold their passports, they’d remain captive as long as he kept giving them money.

On December 18, the officers knocked on their door again. They led the sisters into a car and drove them to Otedola’s estate in Iyoki, the most affluent neighbourhood in Lagos. Kiran and Jyoti had been to Otedola’s home for parties many times, but when they entered the all-white living room, the house was dark and the mood was sombre. They sat on a long L-shaped couch facing Otedola as he explained to them that he was speaking to them as an interested third party—all he wanted to do was help. If investigators identified them as owners of NaijaGistLive, they would have to co-operate. The sooner the website’s owner was identified, the sooner they’d be set free. “We don’t know who the owner is. We’ve given all the information we have,” pleaded Kiran. “You know,” he answered, “Marilyn was killed because she knew too much about a Kennedy.”
Before they left, Otedola promised he’d call the police commissioner and have their passports released. They believed him. But the call never came. The Matharoos weren’t going anywhere.