Woman stabs her two years old son to death.

Who would imagine this!

Funmilayo Tijani, who allegedly stabbed her two-year-old son, Emmanuel, to death in the Sango Ota area of the state has been arrested by police in Ogun State.

We have it that this 26 year old fashion designer, and her ex-hubby separated two years ago and since she has stayed with her father. Funmilayo and her son shared a room apartment with her father.

Source has it that, on May 27, at about 4pm, Funmilayo’s neighbours on Ogunso Street, Orelope Estate, in the Egan, Sango area, noticed that she held a bloodstained knife and saw Emmanuel in a pool of blood. The incident was reported at the Sango Police Division.

It was revealed that the young boy was stabbed many times and as such, his life couldn’t be saved. Although uncertain as to the cause of this wicked act, it was reported that as at the time of this action, Funmilayo was looking rather like a mentally derailed woman.

The Police Public Relations Officer, DSP Muyiwa Adejobi, confirmed the incident. He added that the police had deposited the corpse in a morgue.

He said, “The police were at the scene to recover the body of the child. The woman has been acting strangely like someone with an unsound mind. She has been arrested and investigation is ongoing.”

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