A Message From Miss Oceani Kones

Greetings

I am writing this mail to you With due respect trust and humanity,
i appeal to you to exercise a little patience and read through my
letter i feel quite safe dealing with you in this important Issue,
honestly i am writing this email to you with pains, tears and
sorrow from my heart, i will really like to have a good relationship
with you and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you, i
decided to contact you due to the urgency of my situation.
I am willing to confide in you if only you will assure me of the safety of
the information i am about to pass to you.

I am Miss. Oceani  Kones, 24yrs old female and I from Kenya in
Africa. My father was the former Kenyan road Minister. He and
Assistant Minister of Home Affairs Lorna Laboso had been on board the
Cessna 210, which was headed to Kericho and crashed in a remote area
called Kajong'a, in western Kenya . The plane crashed on the Tuesday
10th, June, 2008. More about my father's death here
:  news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7446832.stm

After the burial of my father, my stepmother and uncle conspired and
sold my father's property to an Italian Expertrate which they shared
the money among themselves and live nothing for me. One fateful
morning, I opened my father's briefcase and found out the documents
which he have deposited huge amount of money in one bank in Burkina
Faso with my name as the next of kin. I traveled to Burkina Faso to
withdraw the money for a better life so that I can take care of myself
and start a new life, on my arrival, the Bank Director whom I met in
person told me that my father's instruction to the bank is that the
money would only be release to me when I am married or present a
trustee who will help me and invest the money overseas.... I however
would like you to stand as my trustee so that I will present him to the
Bank for transfer of the money to your bank account overseas.

I have chosen to contact you after my prayers and I believe that you
will not betray my trust. But rather take me as your own sister and daughter.
Though you may wonder why I am so soon revealing myself to you without
knowing you, well I will say that my mind convinced me that you may be
the true person to help me.. Moreover, I will like to disclose much to
you if you can help me to relocate to your country because my
stepmothers have threatened to assassinate me. The amount is ( $9.4
USD) Million United State Dollars, and I have confirmed from the bank
in Burkina Faso on my arrival, You will also help me to place the
money in a more profitable business venture in your Country. However,
you will help by recommending a nice University in your country so that I
can complete my studies. It is my intention to compensate you with 20%
of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my
capital in your establishment.

As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I
will put things into action immediately. In the light of the above, I
shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and
willingness to handle this transaction sincerely. Am waiting for your
urgent and positive response. Please do keep this only to yourself
for now until the bank will transfer the fund. I beg you not to
disclose it till i come over because I am afraid of my wicked
stepmother who has threatened to kill me and have the money alone, I
thank God Today that am out from my country (KENYA) but now In
(Burkina Faso) where my father deposited these money with my name as
the next of Kin.

I have the documents for the claims,please stand by me and help me out.
I await your response so i can tell you how to go about this.

Yours Sincerely
Miss. Oceani  Kones

o.kones2@aol.fr

Thank you Miss Oceani Kones ..from this
beggar poet of Mumbai suffering from
gall bladder stones ..living in a crowd but
all alone ..nothing belongs to him , not even what he owns ..was once an alcoholic suicide prone but all that changed..let it be known ..

You are welcome to come to Mumbai
join our prestigious university ..academically known ..

I do not want your 20% an amount unbecoming of my humility blood sweat and bones..richness of the mind is my prerogative a thought of my poetic soul high blown..

I can only reap what I have sown..take care lots of love best wishes Miss Oceani Kones ..

A Message From Mrs.Helen Akobu.

Dearest Beloved,

My name is Mrs.Helen Akobu, I was a nurse and an elder in the Church. I was married to the Late Sir John Akobu, who worked with the Burkina Faso Coton Company here Burkina Faso for over a decade before he died on 5th of July in the year 2007.

Recently, my Doctor told me that I would not last for the next 4 months due to a rare form of cancer of the pancreas. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke, I have no one to inherit my late husband's estate. Please accept to stand as the beneficiary to my late husband funds and receive his estate, When my late husband was alive he kept USD$5,000.000.00 (Five Million United State Dollars) with one of the bank here in Burkina Faso.

Presently, this funds is still with the bank. the money will be transferred to your personal bank account in your state city as soon as I am convince that you will help me with all your heart. my private lawyer will prepare all the required Legal documents to your name. The money is meant for the project for the less privileged and down trodden in our society and also donate it to the recent earthquake crises that happened in Japan. So do not be afraid of anything.

One last thing my dearest, please use this money for its purpose as it is my late husband's dying wish and also 'God's plan'...

I will be very glad to hear from you, Reply to this e-mail address (mrshelenakobu100@gmail.com)

Thank you
Your Sister
Mrs.Helen Akobu.
helenakobu1@aol.fr

Thank you Helen for your kind offer
generous remittance USD$5,000.000.00
to this beggar poet  whose soul is held in a camera lens ..your money will be given to the poor the homeless in all sense .
may your husband Sir John Akobus soul
be blessed for his reverence ..his benevolence his love and this inheritance .for his kind attention..

A visit to Bukina Faso I will make to breathe your fragrance .. enjoy your hospitality your beauty your presence ..
Barkis old beggar poet is willing.. if you
accept me as your new husband ..make me a part of your poetical journey of
amorous suspense ..forgive me for my
romantic intrusion and simple honest
sincere outspokenness ..Oh Helen dont
blush my lady love .my princess ..just say
you are willing just simply say YES YES YES ..God Bless ..I will be bringing you
a Banarsi saree as your wedding dress ..
pilgrms progress ,,,my love to you i confess..

my wisdom hidden beneath the drape of my black indian head dress..my love to
you i express...

The Muslim Child Has No Control Over His Future ..

I shot this picture a long time back at a Holy Shrine , his mother was being treated for possession..waiting for the loban smoke that would make her normal temporary get rd of her hallucinations and her mind running at random .

And now in retrospection I still dont know why I shot pain reflected as calm on those related to possessed souls.

The most tragic and painful was the fate of the relatives family members of the possessed person at any Holy Shrine , be it Unjha or Hussain Tekri.

Alot of folks I was told in secrecy came to the shrines to get their wards treated , being very poor , at times they just left the ward behind to fend for himself or herself.


And some fell to conmen fraud shamans who stole away every penny from the relatives of the possessed , and it hurt me
but what could I do ..

In India even educated broadminded people get swindled by such glib Babas , duplicitous spiritual charlatans .

And this child was in his own dream world as his mother on the other end screamed shook her entire body , as her parents tried to grapple with her  calm her down.


It is not easy shooting the possessed , sometimes they get provoked by the camera flash or even the sight of the camera and can cause immense damage.

I have been hurled abuses , threatened at Haji Malang when I shot a woman , she was someone I knew in Mumbai but had gone into a possessed state.

I have seen a lot and now living with the Malangs I see so much pain , it beats me.

I warn people who come for my advise regarding their possessed relatives ,, I tell them to go to a professional mind doctor , instead of falling prey to mumbo jumbo..

There are holistic healers too , but very few , now it is about big bucks and everyone is out to con the simple minded.

The worst are the godmen , and the rape of a tele actress is the latest story in our newspapers and she was swindled for lacs ..

I was lucky that I was able to shoot a lot of possessed people as a photographer , and I shot them without making it obvious.

Shooting dark forces , possession , rituals , is not a very easy task..unless you know the khadim at the Holy Shrine and you are writing positive ..I try not be pre judgmental... never ..I shoot without hurting religious sentiments ,

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