Vybz Kartel will be meeting his second daughter for the first time.
Since around last year summer, there have been rumors claiming that Vybz Kartel has a second daughter that he has never met. A female posted a video on social media showing off the toddler while proclaiming that the incarcerated deejay is the little girl’s father. At the time Kartel denied the allegations and his common-law wife Shorty refuted the claims. Turns out the female wasn’t lying and now the dancehall star is stepping up to the plate of fatherhood once again.
Vybz Kartel confirmed on Instagram earlier this week that he will be meeting his daughter for the first time ever. “My 2nd daughter.. Never met before.. Hope fi see yuh soon,” he wrote. Sources inside the Gaza told Dancehall HipHop today that he has approved a prison visit for the little girl and her mother to visit him at GP at a date in the near future. “Addi (Vybz Kartel) always take fatherhood very serious, this man love all of his kids equally it doesn’t matter who are their mother,” sources told us.
We’re also told that Kartel is planning to be more involved in his daughter’s life and fully take care of her just like his other four kids. Vybz Kartel currently has three sons with Tanesha “Shorty” Johnson and another daughter with another female.
Back in September, Vybz Kartel posted a photo of himself and his first daughter on IG following a family visit at GP. “Mi n My princess!!! Love you BabyGurl! XOXO,” he wrote. Kartel, born Adidja Palmer is currently waiting on his appeal trial set for February next year in the Jamaica Appeal Court. That will likely be his final chance of securing his freedom following a controversial 2014 murder conviction in the Home Circuit Court.
Vybz Kartel remains in the hospital while getting treatment for a severe kidney infection.
Authorities are not allowing any visitors at the moment and he is heavily guarded in a secure section of the University Hospital of the West Indies. Sources told us that his common-law wife Tanesha “Shorty” Johnson and his attorney Tom Tavares-Finson are in contact with prison officials and are getting regular updates on his condition. We’re told that he is currently in stable condition.
Vybz Kartel, real name Adidja Palmer, was rushed to the hospital early Monday morning after complaining of severe pain in his side. Medical staff at the Tower Street Adult Correctional Center have been treating him since last week Wednesday but when his condition didn’t improve they took him to UWI hospital. Sources inside the Gazanation told us that everyone in his circle is very concerned about his health and overall treatment at the GP prison.
Kartel is serving a life sentence for a murder conviction and has been behind for since 2011. He is currently awaiting his highly anticipated new trial in the Court of Appeal in Jamaica. The trial kicks off in February 2018. The dancehall star and his fans are hoping that he will be freed when the case concludes.
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Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard
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New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
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Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
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Now I know just how Satchmo felt