Apollo Nida, the prison piece criminal husband of Phaedra Parks from The Real Housewives of Atlanta, was supposed to check into his home away from home, the penitentiary, today to begin serving an 8 year sentence for committing fraud and money laundering, but his cell bunk is empty and cold, because he hasn’t shown up. CNN, UsWeekly and TMZ say that instead of taking his ass to prison, Apollo went to his wife’s house and caused a messy scene. The FAA better clear the skies above Atlanta, because Kenya Moore’s head is about ten seconds away from popping off over all of this excitement.
TMZ says that Apollo was on his way to prison in Lexington, Kentucky, but he changed his mind and went back to his house instead. Phaedra refused to let Apollo inside, but he busted in and cursed her out for not putting money in his prison account and for refusing to bring their sons, Mr. President and Dylan, to prison on visiting day. Phaedra threatened to call the police and Apollo screamed at her, “I don’t give a fuck about the police, call them, I dare you.” Apollo went into their bedroom and filled his bag with a bunch of stuff. A river of butt cream runs down Sixth Avenue in Manhattan and that’s from Andy Cohen creaming, because Bravo’s cameras were at Phaedra’s house when Apollo busted in and they recorded all the foolery and fuckery. A source spit this out to UsWeekly:
“It was the most bizarre thing. Everyone thought he was already at jail this morning. He drove himself to jail and was supposed to be there by noon. So Bravo came over to her house to start filming her coming home and all that stuff. The whole Bravo crew saw it – it’s all on tape. Everyone was shocked.”
Phaedra’s rep (yes, she has one) wouldn’t give any details, but tells CNN that an “incident” happened. CNN says that Apollo was given an inmate number (65725-019), but according to the U.S. Bureau of Prison’s online inmate locater, he hasn’t checked in yet. TMZ says that a warrant for Apollo’s arrest is about to be issued.
Quick! Somebody tell the local news team to get in the chopper and search the streets, because I need to see a high-speed OJ-like police chase from Apollo. But really, have the police checked the strip clubs, because I’m sure Apollo’s slipping his last dollar from Phaedra into the ham wallet of a stripper as I type this.
And I’m surprised that Phaedra didn’t drive Apollo to prison herself, because she could’ve picked up a future second husband as he made his way out.