Nelson Mandela:” I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried no to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here, to look back to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.” From his book :LONG WALK to FREEDOM. May your soul rest in everlasting peace, the Father of all fathers and the greatest leader of all kinds.
It’s eleven o’clock in the morning; I am striding on a wet ground. There has been a heavy torrential rainfall. Some roads are already saturated with water, whilst some waters are still making some musical sounds as they fall into the unquenchable gutters. I am walking towards the Piccadilly Bus Station, in Manchester. My mind loaded with other thoughts, and I feel the weight of my bag as I stroll towards the station. The long zigzag yellow trams are travelling in slow motion as they come to a halt, their faces facing different directions on different platforms. A sea of diversity passengers flocks in, with their light and heavy luggage, the mothers with their perambulators, as they cooed their babies. One old man smiles at me and says; “Oh, I like your smile,” “Thank you sir,” I responded back with a widened smile. Just a few yards from where I stood my eyes are absorbing the ongoing activities of a busy city life. I intermingle with people of all walks of life with their bags slinging on their shoulders, crisscrossing the roads, pedestrians negotiating with the bus and tram drivers who should go first. I look on a convoy of buses of different shapes, with some vibrant colours coming to load and unload people. The modern, old, Victorian, and Georgian buildings of different architectural designs stood high up in the crowd. The buildings are clearly distinguishable as they offer different services to the people, who proudly and eloquently move in style as they stride in with a purpose. Then like someone who was having a dream, I realise that I have been drawn so much into the ongoing activities. I started to increase my pace, heading to a nearby post office, where I want to do some little errands of my own but before I cross the road, then, my attention diverted to a group of people who are wearing high visibility yellow jackets, with their backs facing me, with a sense of inquisitiveness I invaded their space but I am not alone as the crowd start to gather.
On this account, I am caught up with the tragedies of the modern society, that there is a lot of self-denial in the area of sexuality, where people vehemently strip off themselves from their sex of their origin, with the help of advanced technology and the illustrious doctors the number of transsexual genders has soared in the a period of a shorter time. My eyes intensify, staring long on the subject of the attention, and wondering, what could be the source of the problem. Lying, on the wet ground is a man wearing layers of clothes, he looks dead, but when I look again I see a slight movement of his leg, I feel a sense of relief hence making me feel better inside me. One of the candidates wearing a high visibility jacket (the police) is having a constant conversation with the casualty. He bends forwards as he speaks to the lying victim. Finally, they both come to a conclusion that they should remove some of his layers to allow a good aeration. It is at this juncture when the layers are stripped off and I experience a shock of a lifetime. The man is pregnant, like that of a woman who is about to give birth. I wonder how this has happened. There is a murmur of shock from the crowd; we are both perplexed, people exchanging glances of disbelief. “A man with pregnancy, Oh, my God, what is happening in the world? This is pure abomination,” someone shouts from the crowd. My mind is deeply engrossed, and mentally calculating many theories, I finally come up with the best theory that unravels the mystery behind the man’s pregnancy. My theory goes on like this; that this “man” was once a woman and she went under the knife to become a man, and he could have asked the doctor not to disturb her womb. This how “he” became pregnant. In overall If my theory is right then I could say the transsexual operation he might have gone in the past was a triumph. No doubt, everything about him is so convincingly masculine except for the odd fish that is swimmingly not in its own territories.
I move away and proceeds with my journey to a post office, after five minutes I am back on the same spot, my bus had just arrived that takes me to the University, I jump onto the bus, flashes my bus pass and I take a seat. I feel a bit unsettled, and I feel that there is still a mission to be accomplished that is to take a good photo of the causality, I had taken a photo earlier with my outdated phone and the photos are of poor quality comparing with those of the smart phones. Unfortunately I do not have my smart phone with me but I have my other digital camera, and the only major problem I encounter is that the battery is very low, hence I am pretty much anxious to get hold of a good picture. So, I manoeuvre towards the front to exist and politely I ask the bus driver to give me a minute to take a shoot of the victim. “Why? What for?” He asks with an agitating tone. I feel it very strongly that he does not like the idea that I am about to take a photo of someone who is not well. He feels that I am being more intrusive. “Well, we ‘ll talk later”, says I, as I leap out of the bus and there again my batteries let me down. Regrettably, I returned onto the bus empty-handed, but the driver is still furious. It is his tone that betrays him and I feel the vehemence in his speech. “Why did you take the photo of that person?” All of sudden I lose my patience with him, then, I thought of one good strong answer that will cool down his tempers. “ Because I am a journalist,” I loudly stressed out the word in confidence, that everyone on the bus heard me, and with that I stomp back to my seat. Just, before I sit down, my eye locks on an old man’s eyes who stares at me from the back, wearing a big smile on his face that says, “Good girl you have done him.” I turn around and speak to him. I simply justified my actions that since it’s a bus station and a public place I am bound by the laws to take any form of photos regardless of the circumstances that surrounds me. Surprisingly the old man seems to be well acquainted with the laws of this country, he agrees with me and supports me that there was nothing of criminology that I have done that someone should feel offended.
Whilst sitting on the bus the ambulance arrives, and the pregnant man is laid on the stretcher, the bus leaves, and I am left with unanswered questions of the realisms, tragic, and the modernisms of the world we live. This is the world we live today is full of surprises and people are going to bear with a lot changes that are dramatically shaping our society and learn to live with it.
It Does Not Represent Us.
I came to understand the deeper meaning of these words after a broad daylight murder in the streets of London. The words floated in mind my for several days and reminded me of a similar incident that took place in Salford, when a 23 year old Indian student was shot dead by a white guy called Kiaran Stapleton. The Indian student and his friends were on their way for Christmas sales in the early hours of 26th December 2011. It was a very sad episode. It sent shock waves across the nation and people were filled with anger that this young man’s life had been curtailed.
The community response was overwhelming and one of the residents left a card that reads: “I am sorry this happened to you but this does not represent us.” What does that mean? It means that yes, this happened in our community but it does not represent us as a community. It also means that the murderer as a white person, his ruthless action does not represent us the white people. It also means we as a community we disassociate ourselves from this cruel behaviour. We are all good citizens despite the horrific incident that took away your life.
The young white man who shot the Indian student his age was similarly as the two young black men who committed a murder crime in Woolwich, Michael Adebolajo and Michael Adebowale both in their 20s. The attack by the black young Muslims was described as terrorist motivated while the attack by the white guy was described as racially motivated. But the two young black men had committed horrendous crime in the name of the religion as to justify their horrible actions. Do their deadly actions represent their religion? Or does it represent their community they live in? Does it represent the black minority? Personally I would say no, and their deeds did not reflect the evilness of their community. The two young men followed their own barbaric ideology.
In fact their actions orchestrated a lot of divisions among the communities, and brought more terror to the Muslim communities, as the few individuals from the white communities targeted the mosques. The petrol bombs were used to blow up the mosques and to cause mayhem in the cities. The English Defence League took actions to the street in protest of this heinous murder. All this was retaliation against the horrific death of Lee Rigby, a young white man, who served in the army, and sadly left behind, a two-year-old son and a wife. It is disheartening. No one deserves such brutality.
One black man in his forties whom I met six days after the Woolwich murder, and he told me of an incident that happened when he boarded a stagecoach bus from Leigh to Manchester, that the white people secluded him. As more white passengers flocked in, neither one of them did not want to sit next to him even though there was an empty seat just next to him. “They all decided to stand. I felt very very bad.” He said. The black man had just got a job as a home fundraiser, but he said, “I would rather drop the job because I don’t know what would happen to me when I go outside and knock-on people’s doors.” I understood how this incident had badly affected him and yet I tried to put sense in it, that probably he would withdraw his statement for leaving the job and reconsider to take it.” I said, “yes, this happened to you but it does not mean all white people are as insensitive as the other white people whom you met on the bus. I also mentioned the murder incident that happened in Woolwich it does not represent the black people or the Muslims as murderers. They are murderers out there and murderers do not classify which race.
These are some the daily challenges, which are faced by the Asians, the White and the Black communities. But some of the criminal cases always stood out than the others, depending on the nature of the crime and how it happened. The latest Woolwich murder has raised a lot of profiles as some people protested and became violent, others insensitive and implying that a certain race or religion is more evil than the other. In my own words I would say: Think before you act because your actions may exacerbate the situation. Do not go out as an individual, as a group, or community and start to torture other innocent souls, stereotype other people based on what you have seen, or you have heard about Woolwich murder. Let us desire to live in peace and stand shoulder to shoulder to combat the evil deeds as one people.
I also feel that at many times the local media contributes to a lot of division among the communities because when an immigrant committed a crime, it is reported in a manner that people may think that the immigrants are the only people who are evil, who commit such crimes, like murder, rape, terrorist plots, thieving but yet we have many white British citizens who have committed similar crimes. I can name a few such as Ian Huntley who killed two children aged 10. Mark Bridger who recently abducted and killed a 5 year-old girl in Wales. The last is of Jimmy Savile, who allegedly abused 450 people over a 60- year period, and many of his victims were children”, stated the Metropolitan Police.
Just remember when one or more people from different race, religion, ethnic, committed a crime it does not neither represent their race, ethnic, beliefs nor the religion. The culprits are responsible or accountable for their actions. It is not your duty to go and destroy other people’s properties and attack other people. Your actions won’t justify what other people have gone wrong. In fact with your deadly actions you are worsening the situation making other people feel vulnerable and the communities not able to trust each other.
I hope by writing this article, it has enabled you as an individual to understand, to reflect on the way we see each other, if there is a way you can change yourself and that can be beneficial to the society. Let’s not desire the evil but emulate the good thing and be of one.
Reporting from Bus 314, Stockport to Offerton.
I walk onto the bus and flash my bus pass to the bus driver. He nods his head in agreement. I stride two steps along the corridor, searching for a seat to sit. There, to my right I see an empty pair of seats. I shove in one of the seats, and my body finds comfort on leaning against one of the windows. Slowly I open the zip of my handbag and pulls out a novel. I give a pat on the cover of the book. I lean forwards, and my other hand brings the book closer to my nose. It smells good like a fresh apple. “Um,” I said, and nod my head. Like I am holding a new baby, I open the book with care, and leaf through the pages until it takes me to the last page I have read earlier.
I quickly turn around and I see scores of people, and they tend to bewitched on something, and at this point I failed to understand what could it be? I follow their eyes and there my eyes settles on the man, who is sitting in the front, on the very seats that are predominantly reserved for the elderly people, and the mothers carrying their babies in perambulators.
The man has a pink bald head, with a few hairs that are two inches long, which remains uncut just below the center of his head. His hairstyle reminds me of a desert, that after walking a thousand of miles, then, you see a green plant in the middle of a dry land. On his face I notice a dry- wet green chalk mark that starts from his forehead and creating a distinguishable V mark on his nose. His terracotta trousers show unique folds of shapes like that of baby napkins, when mothers wrap around their babies. His top is a short sleeved and with a round neck, it also reveals how physically packed is the man, as it tightly shapes up his body, revealing a lot of muscles. A string of two-folds tiny wooden beads formed his necklace. I notice a pair of brown sandals on his feet.
The man in terracotta attire is having an endless conversation as he murmur some words. No one hears the words that he mutters, but this form of conversation is drawing a lot of attention. As people want to know who is he? What he does? Where he comes from? A chance to explain himself and elaborate more on what he is doing? Every eye on the bus is like big brother cameras, observing, and recording every minute detail, and concludes with a real true life story. The man is immensely in worship. When I look at him again, I noticed that his terracotta attire complements with his pink tanned face.
I hear little frickles of laughter behind my back, and I turn around to find the source, there I look into the eyes of two young ladies in their late teens, and their countenance reveals that they are also intrigued by the terracotta man’s behaviour. The two girls mumble in each other’s ear. I smile and switches back to the center of attraction. All along the bus has been steadily moving and only the bus driver misses the exciting film about the terracotta man.
Whilst in the middle of these observations, the terracotta man stands up, and it feels he senses something. He picks up his bag and moves away, his feet find the passageway and heads straight at the back of the bus. But he finds an empty seat in the middle, and decides to sit there. It’s a disappointment for me. I have just begun scribbling a few notes about him when he manoeuvres away. In the middle it feels like a big task for me to turn around and observe him and without attracting his attention. I decide to read my book.
Then, suddenly, I hear voices in the back, I swiftly turn my head and sees the terracotta man is a having a normal conversation with another woman sitting directly opposite to his seat. The woman holds a leaflet in her hand, which the terracotta man has just given to her. It also attracts the attention of other passengers, there is a demand of his leaflets, and I take my chances to ask one for myself. Politely he bows down, and he hands over to me one of his leaflets. I quickly sieve through the message written in the leaflet, and quietly I grasp one important word, and the word is Hare Krishna. It reminds me of a shop named Hare Krishna, in Marondera town, in Zimbabwe.
Every time I have entered the shop, I have heard the Hare Krishna song being played; it became known as a perpetual song that every customer would get to know about it. Never had I have the zeal to ask the workers nor the employer why the song has been continuously played day in and day out. What’s the message behind it? The Hare Krishna song was sung in a foreign language unfamiliar to my mother language, Shona.
But today I am anxious to know about Hare Krishna, and the message still lies in my hand. I look back at the terracotta man, and I see him foraging in his terracotta bag, and releases out more of the leaflets. He smiles and bows down as he distributes the leaflets to every passenger sitting on the bus. I thought of it, and I say, well his strategy has worked in his favour. Just look unfamiliar, do things that are unique, mostly and importantly be yourself.
Now the message about Hare Krishna flows in every hand, and ready to spread, and I am spreading in my own way, writing and describing the events that I have just captured on the bus on my way home. The leaflet in my hand, I look at the title that reads: The truth shall set you free. Actions and Reaction/Karma is the subtitle. I quote the first paragraph of the leaflet that reads. “In this world of birth and death we are all warriors caught up in the struggle of life, where every single action produces a reaction that binds us to Us to the cycle of Re-birth. Like depositing money in the bank so that we can spend it later. GOOD DEEDs help us to enjoy in the life or the next if we perform enough good Karma or actions in one lifetime or the next birth on…) Bad action of karma will result in hell. On the back of the leaflet is a bold face of a picture of a human, in white and in black. Half of the face and the eye is simply clear while the other half is covered in fur. Beneath the picture there is a message boldly written. “At the time of death, the consciousness created by the living being carries it to its next body. If the living being has made its consciousness like an animal’s it is sure to get the animal’s body.” The source of the information quoted.
I go to church and I don’t believe in the last statement that after death our spirits will enter the consciousness-desired body and then get an animal’s body. I believe that the spirit will have a rest. I believe that there is judgment day and for every one of us shall face it, and God questions accordingly on how you performed while on earth. Every creation believes that there is God, but how to get God has been a journey of circles as people have perceived their own way, which they think is it’s ultimately right, if a stranger tried to divert from their beliefs, may face resistance, isolation and persecution. If they believed, some will be sceptical, but if you dissect that message thoroughly well, you will have an overwhelming support. It will spread from one region to another like Christian gospels and other religions.
I look at the terracotta man, as he stands up, his feet finding a way out. “Thank you sir,” I interpose, “ would you consider yourself to become a Christian?” He smiles, and shakes his head, in disagreement. He exits from the bus. “It was quite an exhibition,” I heard a voice from the crowd, followed by a thunderous laughter. I noticed the address of his building of worship that it is within the close parameters of our local church, in Whaley Range. On the leaflet, there is an invitation note to join the International Society for Krishna Consciousness Manchester, on every Friday and Sunday for an Evening of Music, Chanting, Dancing, and Free Freshly cooked Vegetarian foods. Discover the secrets of happiness through yoga and extra. The only conclusion, I come up with was that, I once heard someone preaching and said, If you don’t worship God, there is something you worship, it could be idols, or anything that takes most of your time. To us God gave us a spirit of worship.
In conclusion, it has been worth going out, and the natural observation has enabled me to write a beautiful story of the terracotta man, and able to bringing in different genre of interesting issues that incorporate with our daily lives. Next time if you see a terracotta man, say hi on my behalf, and he may be holding something new which can excite you and able to share with others as I have just done. In my Shona language there is a common proverb that says: Chitsva chiri murutsoka ( something new is on the way).
It is the duty of the UK border agency to enforce tougher border controls on immigrants who are coming in and for many years they have tried and failed to completely manage the system. Many immigrants from different nations come here and some slip away on this small Island, as their duration to stay in England expires. The statistics revealed that there are people who have lived in England for 10- 15 years clandestinely and without a trace of them.
The categories include immigrants who come purposely to work for a length of time until a stipulated time when their endorsed visas expire. Some come on student Visa and others come as refugees or some claim asylum. In this group of asylum seekers or refugees for one to be granted a refugee status one has to prove through courts of law that your claim is beyond doubt, and that you are a genuine victim of torture, harassment, segregation and that your life is at stake. Some refugees are granted indefinite leave to remain, while others are offered a limited number of years to stay in the UK and asked to return home after the pause.
In this category of refugees and asylum seekers, it’s not everybody who is fortunate to be granted a stay. When your claim is unsuccessful, you are offered an opportunity to appeal and even going to the highest court, which is the tribunal. If your claim fails at tribunal, it means no entry into the UK. And automatically, you are classified as illegal immigrant and prohibited from working. The home office will ask the failed asylum seeker either to go back voluntarily to their country of origin, if not they will use the best tactics of forced deportation.
Forced Deportations come in many forms of packages and many in which victims are caught unaware. Dawn raids. UK border agency may appear at a house of intended failed asylum seeker or a family as early as five o’clock in the morning, and the victims are not given any chance but only to be told to pack their things and finally the victims are shoved in a police van, where the victim(s) are led to a detention center. If a victim tried to resist they would use force to enforce that detention.
In most cases it is a dramatic and traumatic experience, with the victim regretting for not have thought of slipping away or going underground without the knowledge of the Home Office. Women and children crying and no one comforting the other, the fathers cursing themselves for failing to foresee the insecurities attached to their temporary stay in the UK.
Some are raided at work if the Home Office suspects, a whistleblower may have informed the home office that a certain company employs illegal workers. If the suspected illegal workers failed to produce a valid passport or a stay, then the UK border agency officers would take the suspects to a local police station or take them to a detention center for deportation. The border Agency will make sure that the employers will experience a bitter taste for entering illegal contracts with illegal immigrants. They are charged a normal fixed of £10.000 per each illegal worker found their working premises. So you can imagine if they are 3 or 5 people multipy by the fixed figure. It’s a large bill of a lifetime and easily destroys the business. Sometimes the employers do it out of their heart just to help another soul whilst risking their business.
Some illegal immigrants are caught by fate, they may be stopped while driving, or do a silly thing such as get involved in a brawl at a pub or public place or simply not paying a bus pass or train ticket. The illegal immigrants end up in the hands of police and asked if they have right to stay in the UK, or they will ring Home Office to verify their presence in the UK. In all these categories that I have described above they are geographical terms which are used to describe the trends of demographic as people move from one region to another. The two terms are known as Push and Pull Factors
Push Factors: What is it that is pushing people away from that region? It could be: the war, feminine, persecution, no job or business opportunities, the land is infertile, segregation or a change of environment.
Pull Factors: What is making the other place viable or attractive than the other?
The environment is good for education, employment and business opportunities.
The place is friendly, safe or a haven place, good health facilities, good life span.
The place could be fertile and it could be its geographical position that it attracts many trends and there are more things to benefit than being stacked on one place that is fruitless.
These are some of the factors that push and pull people from one region to another region in search or seeking to fulfil their potential. Most immigrants in the UK they come here for better education and some for the better opportunities. It is natural because birds and animals do the same thing migrating from one region to another to survive. It is called a survival instinct. The trees develop the same concept as the their roots spread vertically deep in search of food and water or the some roots of the trees they widely spread horizontally searching for food and water.
Illegal immigrants in the UK who go underground they tend to put their lives at risk to survive. The illegal immigrants look for jobs, which they might not be paid, if the employer turns to be cruel taking the advantage of their situation. The employer may end up employing slavery tactics, such as cheap labour, manipulating tax even at greater costs, employers under paying the illegal worker(s) and even one works hard everyday. If not paid or underpaid by the employer the illegitimate worker cannot report it because he is illegal, the job opportunity is illegal and if they report, they might be caught and deported and that the last thing they will never want to do just to protect themselves. It’s only a few of the employers who are honest and sympathise with the illegal immigrants in their situation and insist on the right wages.
Some of the illegal immigrants find themselves living in squalid conditions, homeless, sleeping underneath the bridges. Some illegal immigrants will starve from hunger for a length of time while others ploy on radical things: committing crime just enough to draw the attention police , so that they can be found in prison where they can be fed. They may get ill for a prolonged time without medical checks and even afraid to go to the hospital for fear of forced deportation. The illegal immigrants always live in fear of deportation, developing anxiety and sleepless nights just to live a life in the UK.
The new laws will soon be in place to enforce the doctors, the landlords and the employers to check out who is who? Does the person has the right to be in the UK? This a job that the UK border agency should be doing, but I can foresee in the future that Landlords and Doctors could be sued or charged by the UK border agency for offering accommodation to an illegal migrant, for offering treatment to an illegal migrant. My question is: Who deserves a huge penalty here? Is it the Employer, the Landlord, the Doctor, or the UK border agency? Whose responsibility had let the cat out first, and now blaming people who are supposedly to be doing their job, as it should be?
It’s easy to find a scapegoat in every problem. The weaker ones or vulnerable are singled out and unjustly blamed for things that they have never done. Scapegoat is a term used in the bible. The two goats were brought forward and one was sacrificed while the other was taken out far into the deserts taking away the sins of people with it.
Once upon a time in a tiny village of Bizoh, lived a very rich man who had a son. The man loved his son that he almost did everything for him as he grew up. The father pampered his son in every aspect. The son grew up knowingly that everything is spoon sped. He never thought other people would sweat to earn a good living. He enjoyed the life and so it as a blessing. He could not imagine anything out of this cocoon life; even going to the toilet he had servants who would take him. Some servants would wait until he finished and clean him. The servants did not mind as long they were earning their living. In most cases they would do anything including dressing and taking him out.
One night his father was sitting alone, and the big man was thinking deeply of his son, as he rocked his chair. A good thought had visited him that it was time for his son to get married. He wanted his son to marry a beautiful girl and in his heart he had one girl in his mind, and she was his friend’s daughter and the family lived a few miles from their village. The girl was envy of every man. She was incredibly beautiful, and some men regretted for marrying early and they thought they would have chances to snap this jackpot. On this night the big man smiled broadly, as he imagined this girl being his daughter-in-law, and envisaged how beautifully would be his grand children. The big man stood up and danced with the joy. He would make his son a proud man, an envy of other men, he thought as he punched his chest, which was punctuated with a deeper laughter. He went to bed with full of joy.
The following day he called his friend and explained his intentions over the phone. He amused the father of the girl. He never thought his friend would want his daughter to be his daughter-in-law, somehow these two old friends they led different lives. The father of the girl was a working class but his friend was more of bourgeois. He agreed to terms and condition of lobola. This big man was going to make the potential in-laws to be tycoons. The father of the girl shared the information with his wife, and the wife danced with joy and praised God for giving such a beautiful girl who instantly seemed to wipe away their financial worries. She repetitively kissed her husband until it was dusk. They called their daughter who had just come from visiting her friends. The parents conveyed the message to their daughter. The girl was also shocked but she was willingly to be part of this rich family. The trios were excited that they did not hear the sound of cars arriving at their doorstep. They were shocked when they found out there was a knock on their door, and when the husband opened the door only to find it’s his friend.
He realised things were moving fast than he expected. The big man had come with loaded groceries, and some new wrapped notes in big bundles worthy over a million and a chauffeur was arriving with a brand new Mercedes for the daughter’s family. The two men sat down and discussed to the length and the father of the boy had insisted to take the girl the same night, as he wanted to surprise his son, and it was his son’s birthday. The two families finally agreed and the girl was made to pack her things, and she did it obediently, she kissed her parents as she glamorously shoved herself on to the seat and tied her seatbelt. The parents waved with tears strolling down their cheeks. “Our princess, there she goes,” the father spoke with anguish voice. He hugged his wife tightly a blew the last kiss to their daughter. The convoy of cars melted from a distance as the princess was whisked to the palace.
The princess was ushered on a red carpet and went in a special room. The room was extravagantly decorated, and a bold message inscribed in golden big letters: WELCOME PRINCESS: AS FROM TODAY YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THIS HOUSE. The beautiful girl smiled and thought that life is a wheel of fortune. She spread her legs softly on the most comfortable sofa. The father in law informed the girl that he was about to release the good news to his son. His wished her well and kissed her. The father had been clandestinely working on this matter and he had advice his servants not to leak any information to his son. The servants had obediently followed his advice, so the son was in for a big surprise. The father went in the room with joy and the party was already in full swing. He danced a while with his son, after a while he ordered the DJ to stop playing music as he had a beautiful pleasant for his son. There was silence in the room, as everyone wanted to hear what this man was going to offer for his son.
“Firstly I would want to thank God for giving me such a wonderful son. I remember the day he was conceived; I was besides his mother, on a swimming pool. His birth made me to be a proud father, I promised my late wife, that I will take care of our son and do anything for him under the sun. I am glad that I fulfilled that dream, and the only person who is missing it’s his mother who passed away on the same day he was born.” His voice at this stage was emotional, as the images of his beautiful late wife flashed back. “I thanked her for giving me a beautiful son and I remember kissing her as she slipped away from my arms. As I am speaking I wish she was here with me as I am about to announce the very special news for my son. I believe my wife is watching above from the sky, as this is the special day for me and my son and all of you who have come to witness this day. Your gathering made it special,” he addressed the crowd and as his voice reached crescendo tone.
“Secondly, I want to say a Very Happy Birthday to my son, in bold letters,” the father beamed. I have thought for the past six months about the best gift I could give you on your birthday. After toiling with my brains, the best gift I can give you today popped up a couple of days ago.” The big man smiled, as he looked straight into his son’s eyes. The son reciprocated and hugged his father. “Dad, I appreciate you more than my heart could say at this hour. Whatever you have for me I know it’s the best as you are my best dad in the world.” The father and son grinned and hugged once more. The crowd applauded. “My son, my own beloved son, I as your dad, I want to see you living a happy life till to the end. As a man I know what makes a man happy. The medicine of a happy life to a man is a bubbling woman, who cares about his man from his stomach to his daily needs.” He paused deliberately, allowing his message to sink. The son grinned, but he had no clue where the story was leading. He stared his son again and looked into the crowd. He strode two steps and spread his right arm over his son’s shoulder.
“Son, the very special gift I have been secretly preparing for you,” he paused once more and looked his son closely. He hesitated a while but decided to kill off the message. “In that room” he pointed it with his finger, “which we have always called the queen’s room, there is an angel, a beautiful girl, the daughter of my best friend, and today I pronounce you as her husband. Don’t ask of the lobola as everything had been put in place.” The crowd applauded but the son was in shock. He shivered and forced a smile.
After he gained his momentum the son delivered his own speech. “ I want to thank you dad for a such wonderful a gift. I deeply appreciate as it almost paralyses my nervous system,” he spoke slowly with intentions. His dad smiled agreeing with his son. “But dad you know that the entire of my life I never worked or sweat. This place to be what it is today; It is the sweat of the servants and the servants have been my aids in every social aspect of my life. So, as you know dad, I am your pampered lazy son, spoiled from bottom to top. Did you ever thought of how I am going to work on this woman? “Dad, please, try to understand, I may sound ungrateful but my major question lies on the truth about this girl.”“Which is?” The father asked anxiously. “Is she pregnant?” the son finally asked. The father collapsed with shock.
In recent years I have received so many letters that claimed that I have won over a million pounds and I wondered how would I have won and yet I did not play a lottery game. In some of these letters I was asked to pay a certain amount of money for the transaction to proceed, while in some letters they would want me to send my bank details so they could “deposit” money in my account.
The recent scam emails I received had suggested the money had been sent through western union, so I should call the supplied name and ask for the money. Immediately I knew that it is one of the scam letters. I searched on Google and found similar letter had circulated to many people and confirmed it was a fraud letter. Here is one of the latest fraudulent letter I have received which reads:
Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:21:11 +0200
Subject: Your ID Has Was Granted £950,000,00 GBP In LG Electronics Cash Offer. To Claim, Reply To This Mail-ID(firstname.lastname@example.org )With Your Name/Address/Phone No/Country
Fortunately, I never acted upon their requests instead I tried to scare them off, pretending I work for CIA and it worked as some of these con people never came back to me. I am sure I am not alone as there are million of cases similar to mine. The difference is how you react when you are told you have won a million of pounds or dollars that you have never won in your life, in these times of recession. It’s easy to bait. They are over hundred thousands of similar cases like mine and some people have baited easily and found after a length of time that they have been duped.
Some people go online and pretending they are looking for a man or woman to date. While chatting online the pretender may fake that (s) he has gone into some problem in a remote place and need some money to fix the problem. With genuine sympathy the other part would immediately want to help and trying his or her best to the send the money. The con person would simply supply the name and account where the money should be deposited. The genuine would act upon it and only after some few days (s) he would only realise that he has been conned as the con person block him or her from communicating further. Some con people may decide to continue with the relationship until they have yielded more in their conning behaviour.
I know of a true story of a British woman who was conned more than eighty thousand pounds over a two-year period. She believed that her online date from America was a genuine but it never rang to her why this man was continuously asking money every time they were online. The man had posed as a white American guy, who went to Iraq war and came back from war badly injured. He had children to look after and his wife had recently died as of cancer. It was when this man blocked her and wondered what had gone wrong. The woman’s friend took her to police, and it was after the investigations that the woman was left devastated when the truth came up. The man, who posed to be a potential husband, was not even from America he was from Africa.
My advice is to completely ignore, delete the scam emails or go to the nearest police station if you receive these similar fraudulent emails. The police can track the fraudulent person until (s)he is brought to the court of laws.. Do not get baited online simply because you are desperately looking for love. When you accept any scam offers it simply means you are entering on illegal contract. Let’s say it happens that the police catch you and you say to them you didn’t know. Let me say to you: Ignorance of law has no excuse. Therefore you are as equally guilty as like the person who breached the law intentionally and knowing the consequences.
In a nut shell I am saying stay alert and be warned that they are devil fishers and they may hook your money in the name of love, sending emails claiming you have won some millions of money. Don’t be trapped in this deceitful triangular. Keep your identity secure and don’t give away your bank details to strangers. I hope by reading this article you have benefited something. Never cry over spit milk but prevention is better than cure.