It is never quiet in Akothee’s world.
The self-proclaimed President of Single Mothers, Akothee, has once again set social media ablaze; this time turning her guns on her baby daddy, Jared Okello, over what she terms as “clout chasing” parenting.
The drama erupted after Jared posted a birthday message to their daughter Rue, also known as Madio.
In the tribute, he reminisced about their young love, late nights listening to Celine Dion on KBC English Service FM, and how he named their daughter “Dion” after the music icon.
“We were very young parents then—stepping into life guided by nothing but love and hope,” Jared wrote. “Today, we are so proud of the person you are becoming… We love you deeply. Proud of you, my daughter.”
But while the message tugged at some hearts online, it clearly struck a nerve with Akothee.
In a fiery open letter titled “Letter To Mr Jared Okello As You Celebrate Your Birthday”, the singer accused her former partner of publicly celebrating milestones he does not privately support.
“There is no honesty in publicly praising and celebrating children you do not support privately,” she wrote. “Showing up on social media with poems and praises while failing to take financial responsibility is misleading and unfair.”
Akothee claimed she had long respected Jared but had come to realise he was “taking advantage of her kindness.” She further alleged that she had anticipated he would want to associate himself with their daughter’s potential Oxford master’s graduation and even asked her daughter to share an Excel sheet outlining where he could contribute financially.
“That was a test — YOU WENT QUIET DADDY!” she wrote, adding that the projected costs were around Sh6.5 million.
“Hata heri ungechukua lipa polepole ya hiyo 500k.”
From that point, she declared she was no longer comfortable with him posting or claiming their children’s milestones, accusing him of seeking validation online while neglecting responsibility offline.
Akothee also addressed why she stopped visiting Jared’s home, saying she felt unwelcome due to the women who came after her.
“I am not a daughter-in-law to that family. I am a baby mama with some interests. My children have a father there — we don’t need to be included in any division of wealth,” she wrote.
She revealed that this tension is also why she did not attend Niyocholas’ burial, though she maintained that her children would always be welcome at their paternal home.
Despite the public rant, she ended the first post with a sarcastic, “Happy birthday daddy Jared.”
In a follow-up post, Akothee softened her tone slightly, saying she spoke out because she felt Jared had been “deeply insensitive.”
“I welcomed you back into our lives, not as romantic partners, but as fellow parents. That door was never closed,” she wrote. “What hurts is that while your presence on social media is loud and celebratory, your presence on the ground is almost nonexistent.”
She claimed their daughter Vesha Shillan reached out to him in October last year to inform him she was joining Oxford — a move she described as courageous — but was met with silence.
“The silence that followed spoke louder than words,” she wrote.
In a particularly emotional revelation, Akothee recalled being arrested for loitering at night without an ID, alleging that Jared had withheld her documents for two years until her brothers intervened.
She also shared painful memories of having to rely on favours, including staying with a married clinic owner to secure medical treatment for their sick child.
“I once called you to help on Prudence medical care, any form of insurance. You told me you had a new family. That sentence ended many conversations I never got to have,” she said.
“This is not about money. It is about presence. It is about effort. It is about honesty. Access without responsibility is just a shadow. And shadows do not raise children.”
As expected, Kenyans have been talking about this but the songstress remains unmoved.
“When your children come back and ask me ‘Mum, what’s wrong with dad?’ what do you expect me to reply?” she posed.