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OMG! Former governor of Lagos State Raji Fashola fathers a set of twin with another woman.



There are allegations going on that the former Governor of Lagos state has impregnated one of the Lagos State Government staffs, Biodun Mrcgregor.

According to Cableng, the former governor lusted after this beautiful woman and threw caution to the wind. Well, the result, the beautiful woman delivered a set of lovely twins and all fingers pointed at the former governor.

 As it is, Biodun's fortune turned for the better and the reason is not far-fetched.
After the birth of babies, Fashola spoiled her silly with gifts and speculations abound that it is likely he marries her as his second wife. According to a close source to the former governor, he can marry a second wife, as it is not against the Islamic doctrine.

The former governor is notable for his generosity with women. Ask any woman that has been fortunate enough to cross his path and the testimonies you will get are endless.

Denial
There was a report a few days ago that former Lagos governor Raji Fashola had fathered a child with Lagos State staff named Biodun Mrcgregor, who works for the Lagos state government.

Reacting to the story,  Fashola's Spokesperson, Akeem Belo described it as ‘mere speculation’
"If you check the report by The Capital who has been on the case for a while very well, you will see that it was a mere speculation, no proof other than speculation. How do you determine the father of a child on mere speculation? What investigation was done? I won’t comment on mere speculation or dignify a mere speculation, it is not worth it’ he told Newsontheblog

Pressed further to give a categorical ‘yes’ or 'no' answer, Belo said he won’t dignify speculation with
an emphatic ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer.

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