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A Message From Miss Oceani Kones


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

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 th…

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…

Please Give Us Your Precious Vote

once we come to power
we will repay you when
we buy out the bank
with all its bank notes
..your vote will make us
multi millionaires in
five years time ..power
on remote as we bloat
potbellied bursting
at the seams our
khadi waist coat

democracy a transaction
of the beggars by the
beggars for the beggars
a business cutthroat
searching for a bakra
or the sacrificial scapegoat