Moji Olaiya loses brother

Popular Yoruba actress, Mojisola Olaiya is currently mourning the death of her big brother, Alfred Abidemi Olaiya.

Sources disclosed that the 38-year old Alfred Olaiya was announced dead on Monday, May 4, 2015 while the actress celebrated her mother's birthday.


The cause of the late Olaiya's death is yet to be ascertained as at the time of filing this report but the actress confirmed her brother's death with an Instagram post where she shared his obituary.

In her words, 'Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I will miss you until we meet again. I will miss you dear brother Abide mi Olaiya R.I.P.'

Mojisola is one of the daughters of one of Nigeria's celebrated trumpeter and musician, who plays in the highlife style, Victor Abimbola Olaiya, also known as Dr Victor Olaiya.

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