Is the Kisumu artist a dead beat Dad?

Kisumu artist Collins presents his art to president

The controversial lady and the artist

 Just a few days after his meeting with the president , Collins Okello the artist from Kisumu has been rocked with allegations of running away from responsibilities of child upkeep by his former girlfriend Yvonne Bisinde. The lady has sensationally claimed that Collins knew of his child but decided to ignore her completely leaving her alone with the child's upkeep.
 The artist on his part has replied to the claims saying that the girl was his friend and by the time he got a new girlfriend Julie, Yvonne was not at all pregnant . His current girlfriend has not so far responded to those allegations but only waits for him to arrive back home from Nairobi.

Collins Okello when first visited state house

The artist is set to Jet back to Kisumu while maintaining that he will still remain to be who he has always been despite the new status he jets back to Kisumu with. He maintains that people should pursue their dreams and their talents pray and never to give up.

The artist left the statehouse with Nostalgia he might not be forgetting anytime soon. Read below :-
"I remember when we arrived at State House, the fountain spring at the entrance and the building with white large pillars, the serene environment, the red carpet............then i stood next to the president, he gave me a side hug and i hugged him back, then he said "my boy i love this. This is going straight to my office, nowhere else. Thank you soooo much", what with cameras flashing from all corners, aides standing far but keenly looking around and some were actually smiling with me! Those serious looking guys were smiling, one actually gave me a 'silent' thumbs up! Butterflies were swelling in my stomach, my knees were shaking and my voice was stummery. I remember back in primary school we used to write in compositions 'i prayed that the earth should open up and swallow me alive', because this was too good to be true, ever felt sweet pain? Ever knocked your head at the edge of a sharp window and felt it through your spinal cord? Down and spreading across your abdominals? Or ever knocked that protruding bone at the side of your foot against the table? Tears of sweetness roll freely, the pain i felt on my fingers as i filled in very excruciating details, the fatigue when i was done with the drawing was immense. Droplets of sweat gather strategically on a cold day. You just smile. A smile that can tear your face apart. A smile that prevents you from uttering a word. It was surreal. And the icing on the cake, he asked me to come back the next day!
When all these were unfolding before and around me, i remembered the words of someone whose name i cant remember, because i was too young to notice. "One day you will meet a president with this talent."
Proverbs 22:29 "