Emeka Emuwa, Union Bank Plc MD, wanted in Cameroon for his involvement in rape case.

An info reaching me has it that the Group Managing Director and Chief Executive Officer of Union Bank of Nigeria PLC (UBN), Mr. Emeka Emuwa , can no longer pay a visit to Cameroon due to the role he played in a rape case involving his younger brother couple of weeks back.

According to source, Mr. Emeka Emuwa was a Country Officer and
Country head of Union bank in
Cameroon where he had regional
responsibility for the bank’s Central
African businesses in Gabon and Congo.

While discharging his official duties of the bank in Cameroon, his younger
brother who was with him allegedly
got involved in a rape case that eventually led to his arrest. However,
with the efforts of Mr. Emeka Emuwa, his younger brother was allegedly given a conditional bail on the premise that Mr. Emuwa would
produce him anytime for questioning
and test.

After regaining his temporary freedom, this accused person
allegedly disappeared from the surface of Cameroon with no
shadows. All efforts made by the
Cameroonian police to bring the
details of the bolted brother from Mr.
Emuwa proved abortive as he
allegedly denied them information
about the whereabouts of his brother.

Source : shybellmedia

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