A Foreigner In Kenya, Chapter 8

Today I would like to write about my experience and adventures in Mombasa and Kilifi. I arrived in Mombasa, not really prepared for this city and this district. My friends just said go there, Mombasa is beautiful. So I wanted to see this beautiful city. Most of all, I was curious about the sea. With 1,208,333 inhabitants, Mombasa is the second largest city in Kenya and the most important port city in East Africa. The city is located on Mombasa Island on the Indian Ocean and is the capital of the county of the same name. What should I tell you, everyone knows Mombasa. As soon as I got out all hell broke loose on me. Matatu drivers, even female drivers, stormed me, harassed me, didn't let me breathe. That was scary. 

"Where are you going, Mzugu?" "Mtwapa," I replied. "Long way, 5000!" As soon as the number was mentioned, someone else shouted: "4500!" "4000!" And so it continues. I was surrounded by these boars. The last offer was in 2000. I didn't know where Mtwapa is, how far away it is, I booked a hotel over the internet. That got too much for me. "If it is not possible to get a normal price, I will walk!" I took my backpack and slowly walked down the street. The parking lot where the matatus stood emptied, soon there were only a few left. Someone ran after me. "Mzungu, wait, I have an offer for you!" I waited. It was a shared taxi that wasn't quite full. The price was acceptable so I went back and got in. It took another half an hour, then we drove off.

 I can't say where we were going, I have no idea. I can only remember one bridge. One by one got out, I was the last. I had never seen the hotel before, only on the picture on the Internet. But whatever. Mtwapa I'm here! Mtwapa is a city in Kilifi County in Kenya. The city is located about 16 kilometers northeast of Mombasa on the Mombasa – Malindi road. Mtwapa Creek is an inlet of the Indian Ocean near Mtwapa, which forms the border between Mombasa and Mtwapa. Mtwapa is a satellite city and it is part of the metropolitan area of ​​Mombasa. It's warm and humid; I sweat. I come from the highlands and I am warmly dressed. The hotel is closed! What bad luck too! What can I do? It's not nice here, I don't like the area. Doesn't look good here, I imagined it differently. There can be no talk of a beautiful city here. It's dirty, dusty and dirty here. A tuck-tuck is coming. He stops. "Can I help?" It is a young man. Who in this country is older than me? Everyone is younger and more beautiful. But whatever? "Yes," I said, "I'm looking for a hotel, if possible open and not too expensive." "How much do you want to spend?" "2000, about" "Get in, I'll take you there." "What does this cost?" I have become cautious, I learned in Kenya. Caution is the mother of the porcelain box, as we say. "200" I got in, couldn't be far. And really, after a few street corners we stop. "Here it is! Check it out, if you don't like it there are several other hotels." I stayed. Wasn't the best but acceptable, located on a side street, far away from the crowd, the bars, ... But more about that later. As I said, I was very interested in the sea, I wasn't interested in the city of Mtwapa at all. And in retrospect, that wasn't wrong either. I asked for the way to the sea. They showed me the direction and I started walking. Down a narrow street, dusty. I noticed the houses, everywhere signs saying "rooms available". So many houses, everyone is looking for guests. Several people were sitting at a table, a white woman with three black men. She smokes, looks at me with interest, and so do I. She looks old, it's not the wrinkled skin that makes her old. I go around the corner, there is a bar, people are sitting at a table in the shade, this time the other way around, a white man with some black women. “Hello, Mzungu!” One of them calls out and waves. I wave back, move on. Soon I'll be at the sea. What a sight! Mangroves, swamps, flies, a lot of people, one bar at a time. Everyone screams: "Come here, have a beer" A huge German flag is there. Maybe 5 meters long. Some whites are sitting around. I ended up in "Little Munich". I don't like that. There is nothing here that would impress me positively. As a white man, I have no peace here. It's time to eat. I'm going back to town, looking for a bar. Massage parlors along the street. Signs in German. "Leberkäse" Where am I here? Everywhere girls, women all look at me. Waiting for customers, they are prostitutes. Men sit around, apparently having nothing to do, are perhaps the beneficiaries of these ladies. What do I know.

I ask for an acceptable beach, they tell me. I drive there. Call the tuck-tuck driver, he'll drive me. "Lots of white people here?" I ask him. "Not as many as before." The poor prostitutes, I imagine, no business, no food! No whites, no life! After a few kilometers we arrived. The beach. One hotel after another. One luxury house after another. The sea is shallow, the surf far out, here on the beach the water is calm. I go to the beach. Get dismayed by some, buy this, buy this, the old lyre. You have to get used to that. Kenya is full of it. I would be arrested. I've already reported about it, I don't want to repeat that. Here is the link to the story. https://charlykappel.blogspot.com/2021/08/arrested_22.html?m=1 Here a few words about Kenya's police. Corruption is widespread among Kenya's police. Kenya's National Police Service is considered the country's most corrupt institution, and bribery is reportedly the only way to speed up access to police and services (HRR 2016). What I would like to add here are my thoughts on Mtwapa, Mombasa and Kenya in general. On the beach, which is public, there is a large board. This board shows what is and what is not allowed on the beach. I noticed one thing. There is forbidden topless without, i.e. not covering the breasts. And that got me thinking. Bare breasts are forbidden, prostitution is - although not allowed - but accepted. The church preaches, but keeps silent before prostitution. It is easy. Bare breasts don't bring you anything, no tired shilling, prostitution brings a fair amount of money. And money denies life! Just like the government, which is also keeping quiet as if the problem doesn't exist. The white people I saw in Mtwapa, of course not all, there will be others too, are old. They just take advantage of people's plight. Old men, young women! And the whites are not ashamed! The blacks make fun of these impossible whites on the one hand, and on the other hand they pull the money out of their pockets. Don't bother me at all. They didn't deserve it any other way.

Here I would like to mention an article from a Kenyan newspaper.

Sex tourists prey on minors pimped by own parents in Mtwapa https://www.the-star.co.ke/news/big-read/2019-05-17-sex-tourists-prey-on-minors-pimped-by-own-parents-in-mtwapa/

Waliopotea

Wacha nianze tangu mwanzo. Bila shaka! Mimi ni mgeni, ninakuja Kenya kukutana na mwanamke. Nilipata kutoka kwenye mtandao. Mawasiliano ya mtandao kawaida ni hatari na ngumu. Unaamini, amini kile mwanamke anakuandikia. Ikiwa hauamini mwache, kata mazungumzo. Na nilimwamini. Jina lake ni Jacqueline Ogutu. Yeye sio mchanga, sio mzee, katika umri mzuri, mama wa watoto wanne. Kufanya hadithi hiyo kuwa fupi, nilihisi kumpenda. Nilikuwa nikifanana sana. Yeye ni mwanamke mzuri na mzuri. Baada ya wiki kadhaa, tulikaa pamoja huko Mosocho, Kisii, ananiuliza ikiwa sitaki kununua nyumba kwetu. Nilidhani hilo ni wazo zuri na tunaanza kutafuta. Riuru, Kilimani, na maeneo mengine mengi tuliyokuwa tunatembelea. Lakini hoses zimekuwa, kwa hali yangu, kupanuka. Niligundua, ikiwa nitajenga nyumba yangu mwenyewe itagharimu nusu ya bei! Kwa hivyo tulikuwa tukitafuta njama. Hiyo ilikuwa rahisi basi shangazi yake alituunganisha na mmoja wa washiriki wenzake katika kijiji chake. Jina lake: Charles Mukuzi. Jambo la kushangaza ni kwamba pia kulikuwa na mtu, Patrick Hamazi. Alikuwa karibu kila wakati, hata wakati tulikuwa huko kutembelea njama hiyo, na sio njama yake. Mimi bougth njama. Tulikwenda kwa mtumishi, anafanya mkataba, hapa inaitwa makubaliano ya mauzo, kwenye stempu ya karatasi na Wizara ya Ardhi. Jackie walikuwa wakitafuta fundi. Alikuja na mvulana mmoja, jina lake ni Innocent. Nilijadiliana naye mara kadhaa juu ya jambo hilo na polepole sijahisi kufanana na mtu huyu. Nilimuuliza afanye mpango tunahitaji vifaa vipi na ni gharama gani ikiwa ni pamoja na kazi. Hakukuwa na matokeo. Baada ya siku kadhaa alikuja na akanionyesha ujumbe kwenye simu yake kutoka, kama alivyosema mbunifu, kwa kupaka rangi nyumba na kuhesabu vifaa. Hiyo ilikuwa chumba cha wageni sana. Alitaka 50.000 na 30.000 kwa kuchora nyumba. Namuuliza Jackie ikiwa Innocent ni fundi kweli? Alisema ndio. Kutoka wapi unamfahamu ?, lilikuwa swali langu linalofuata. Tuna nyumba kadhaa, jibu lake. Nadhani hakuna kitu sahihi. Wiki kadhaa baadaye nimefanya mchoro wa nyumba yangu kama vile ningependa. Tulikwenda Migori, tukapata mbuni, nikatoa maoni yangu, akasema hiyo ni sawa. Amefanya kuchora, stempu kutoka kwa serikali, nililipa ada na tulikuwa tayari kuanza na ujazo wa nyumba. Jackie wa karibu tukapata fundi, Benard. Bei ilikuwa sawa. Muonekano wake uko sawa. Hata hivyo amefanya vizuri.

Wakati wowote tulipotembelea tovuti ya ujenzi, kulikuwa na Patrick huyu. Alikuwa karibu kila wakati na pia shangazi ya Jackie. Swali lililofuata lilikuwa ni kutafuta mtu atakayesimamia ujenzi huo. Jackie amekuwa na wazo nzuri. Shangazi yake na Patrick wataangalia tovuti, na napaswa kuwapa kila mmoja 50.000. Ili kudumisha amani nilikubali kwanza, kisha baadaye nikakataa. Kwa pesa hizo ilikuwa inawezekana kwenda kila siku kwenye wavuti. Na huyu Patrick anaanza kwenda kwenye mishipa yangu. Chochote ambacho tumelazimika kuagiza, kufanya, yeye hutoa maoni yake kila wakati na hivi karibuni nimegundua, chochote alichosema ni sawa. Hakuna maswali zaidi, hakuna mazungumzo tena. Patrick huyo ni nani, nilimuuliza Jackie. Nilidhani ni jamaa kwa sababu alikuwa karibu kila wakati. Simjui, alijibu. Kwa hivyo anachotaka hapa, sijampigia simu, nilimjibu. Anataka kutusaidia, jibu lake lilikuwa.

Tunazungusha matofali kutoka kwa mkulima wa karibu. Ilikuwa nafuu kidogo. Kinachozidi kupanuka ilikuwa usafirishaji. Bei za wazimu wanauliza. Matofali yalisafirishwa na ujenzi unaanza.

Basi imenilazimu kuondoka nchini. Lockdown alikuja. Miezi sita nilikuwa nikingojea kurudi.

Ninaporudi, kitu kilibadilika. Ndoa alitaka. Sawa hakuna tatizo. Tulikwenda Kisumu kwa usajili. Hoteli ya Palmers tuliamuru sherehe hiyo. Siku nyingine tulikutana na wazazi wake. Jackie na mama yake walikwenda kwa askofu kuzungumza naye. Ikiwa kweli wamekuwepo? Wao tu ndio wanajua. Askofu alikubaliana na Hoteli ya Palmers, magari mawili ambayo nimelazimika kuagiza kwa watu wa kanisa, lazima waje. Askofu pia alihitaji msaada kutoka kwa mchungaji, kwa hivyo watu wasiopungua 15 kutoka kanisani wanapaswa kuja kusaidia sherehe hiyo. Nikauliza, lazima washike mikono? Inawezekana. Siku kadhaa baadaye tumekuwa na nyaraka za usajili. Askofu na mchungaji walipewa jukumu la kutusaidia. Ninawaambia ukweli, wote wawili walikuwa wamesimama kwenye sajili kama kifurushi kisichochukuliwa. Kwa hivyo, hakuna msaada kutoka kwao. Tulitoka kwenye sajili na Jackie akasema, hebu tupate kitu cha kula katika Hoteli ya Palmers. Askofu alikuwa akiangalia pembeni, akiuliza, Hoteli hii ya Palmers iko wapi? Hiyo inanifanya nihisi kutaka kujua kidogo. Kweli sasa siamini kwamba askofu ni askofu au mchungaji ni mchungaji. Siku kadhaa baadaye tulikutana naye huko Kisumu. Tulikuwa huko kwa usajili wa mkondoni wa ndoa yetu iliyopangwa. Alitoa ushauri ni nini na vipi tunapaswa kuchanganua na kunakili hati zetu, kuliko alivyoacha. Jackie alitaka harusi ya kanisa kama ilivyoelezwa hapo juu. Kwa hivyo lazima ajaze nambari ya usajili wa kanisa na mchungaji, wala askofu hajampa! Ajabu, angalau hii tgey inapaswa kujua. Nilinunua mabaki ya harusi, na vitu vingine, wanawake wanapenda. Na ndio, alikuwa anaonekana mzuri katika mavazi hayo, kama malaika.

Wakati unapita. Ndoa haikuwa jambo tena. Nyumba haikuwa jambo tena. Binti mmoja amekuwa na shida katika ndoa yake lakini hii hainihusu.

Tabia yake inakuwa ya kushangaza. Ajabu sana. Sasa najua ilikuwa hii ilisababishwa na. Alikuwa akifikiria kuwa mimi ni tajiri na polepole akagundua kuwa mimi sio tajiri. Ninaweza kununua chakula changu, naweza kulipa bili zangu, lakini hiyo ni yote. Kwa hivyo akafikiria kutafuta tajiri. Na alidhani amepata moja. Alikwenda Nairobi kukutana naye na alikutana naye. Aliniita kutoka hapo na nikasikia sauti ya mwanamume, ikimwambia, mwambie unampenda, halafu unacheka. Swali ni tu kabla au baada ya kulala naye. Nina hakika, alimfukuza, uwezekano mkubwa baada ya wao kuifanya. Siku iliyofuata alirudi na macho mekundu. Nadhani alikaa usiku katika kituo cha kuhamisha.

Nilikuwa nikizurura kile kinachoendelea, kweli. Hakuna swali zaidi juu ya nyumba. Hakuna swali zaidi juu yangu. Ninaanza kuwa mgeni. Binti mwingine, Jenny, alianza biashara yake mwenyewe. Nilikuwa nikizurura, kwa sababu hadi sasa hana uwezo wa kukaa kazini. Alipoteza kazi zote ambazo aliweza kupata. Na hiyo sio ajabu. Wakati mmoja nilimuuliza ni ngapi ni 10x50 na hakuweza kujibu. Labda kwa zero nyingi kwake. Kile nilichosikia ni kwamba walikodi duka na kuifanya tena, ambayo inagharimu karibu 25.000. Hizo pesa zinatoka wapi? Jibu rahisi, haswa kutoka kwangu. Kwa miezi iliyopita Jackie amechukua pesa kutoka kwangu. Siku moja niliangalia kwenye mkoba wangu na pesa zote zilikuwa zimekwisha!

Hadithi lazima ifupishwe. Nikamuacha. Niligundua kuwa hakunipenda kamwe, nilikuwa benki tu kwake.

Miezi baadaye nilirudi. Hakuna haja ya mimi kuwa na nyumba, shamba nchini Kenya, nataka kuiuza. Nyaraka hizo ziko kwa Jackie. Nilikwenda Mosocho, nikakaa katika Hoteli ya Venus Gardens. Huko Mosocho kila mtu ananijua. Dakika kumi baada ya kufika kwangu Jenny rafiki yake Joy alikuja, akiangalia ikiwa ni mimi kweli. Baada ya muda Jackie alikuja. Tuliongea. Muda mfupi alisema, alikataa kunipa hati. Alikataa kila kitu. Nilimwambia ikiwa atafanya kama hivyo sina nafasi nyingine ya kwenda kortini. Jackie alikuwa akicheka. Aliniambia nini kitatokea, wakili atachukua pesa zangu na atachukua njama yangu. Tulikuwa tukijadili haya, kisha akaniinama na kusema, sasa tunaingia chumbani kwako na utanivuta! Nilikataa, kulikuwa na mtu mweusi anayezungumza naye, kwa hivyo nikamwambia kwamba mtu huyu anataka kumtomba. Nilienda chumbani kwangu, Jackie nyuma yangu. Nilipofungua mlango nimeona kuwa kuna kitu kilikuwa kibaya. Niliibiwa! Jambo la kushangaza ni kwamba makubaliano ya mauzo yameibiwa. Pia kiliibiwa koti langu, mkoba wangu na 40.000, miwani yangu, chombo changu cha kupima sukari, suruali moja. Vitu vingine vyote vilikuwa vimebaki.

Sasa nina wakili na hakuna kinachokwenda. Pesa zangu tu. Nilipoteza kila kitu. Jackie hajatumia KSh 1 na sasa anapata milioni 2. Kama nilivyogundua, Kenya hakuna sheria iliyopo. Na hiyo ni kweli. Hapa unaweza kufanya unachotaka.

Mgeni ndiye aliye huru zaidi. Na hiyo sio kweli kila wakati. Vijana wengine waliniuliza ninaionaje Kenya, kwanini wazungu wengi wanakuja Kenya. Waliamini nitasema kwa sababu ni nchi nzuri lakini naijua vizuri. Wazungu wanakuja hapa kwa sababu hapa kuna biashara nzuri inayowezekana. Hiyo inamaanisha hapa wanaweza kufanya kile wanachotaka, pesa hufanya barabara moja kwa moja. Ulaya watasindika, hapa hakuna kinachotokea.

Nimefanya utaftaji mdogo. Kweli nilijaribu kupata ukweli.

Hapa kuna matokeo yangu.

1. Jackie ameolewa na Odongo. Nikamuuliza kwanini kwenye ID YAKE anaitwa Odongo? Ni makosa na serikali, alisema.

2. Patrick, kwa hivyo ujumbe, ni mpenzi wake.

3. Nilijificha. Hiyo ni hakika. Na hii ilipangwa na shangazi yake, Patrick na Jackie. Swali hapa ni, Charles yuko wapi? Je, ni jamaa, mpenzi? Au nini?

Hiyo ndio hadithi. Mimi sio mtu mweupe pekee ambaye alinaswa. Kuna wengine wengi. Shida ni kwamba hakuna mashtaka. Wezi wanaweza kuiba. Hakuna anayewazuia. Polisi hawafanyi chochote, CID haifanyi chochote. Conning inaweza kuendelea.

Kenyan Ladies

Let me start from the beginning. Off course! I am a foreigner, coming to Kenya to meet a woman. I got her from the internet. Internet contacts are usually dangerous and difficult. You trust, believe in what the lady writes to you. If you don't trust leave her, cut the conversation. And I trusted her. Her name ist Jacqueline Ogutu. She's not young, not old, in a good age, mother of four children. To make the story short, I felt in love with her. Was feeling very conformable. She is a nice and beautiful lady. After some weeks, we stayed together in Mosocho, Kisii, she ask me if I don't want to buy a house for us. I thought that's a good idea and we start searching. Riuru, Kilimani, and a lot other places we were visiting. But the hoses have been, for my circumstances, to expansive. I found out, if I build my own house it will cost the half price! So we were searching for a plot. That was easy then her aunt connected us to one of her fellow members in her village. His name: Charles Mukuzi. The strange thing was that there were also a man, Patrick Hamazi. He was always around, even when we were there to visit the plot, and it is not his plot. I bougth the plot. We went to the serveiler, he make the contract, here it's called sales agreement, on a paper stamp with Ministry of Land. Jackie were looking for a fundi. She came with one guy, Innocent is his name. I discussed several times with him the matter and slowly I haven't felt conformable with this guy. I asked him to make a plan how much materials we need and what are the costs of them including the labor. There was no outcome. After some days he came and he showed me a message on his phone from, as he said architect, for painting the house and calculating the materials. That was very couriouse. He wanted 50.000 and 30.000 for drawing the house. I ask Jackie if Innocent is really a fundi? She said yes. From where you know him?, was my next question. We have build some houses, her answer. I guess nothing is correct. Some weeks later I have done a drawing of my house as I would like it. We went to Migori, we found an architect, I presented my ideas, he said that's OK. He have done the drawing, the stamps from government, I paid the fees and we were ready to start with the contraction of the house. Nearby Jackie we found a fundi, Benard. Price was OK. His appearance OK. Anyway he has done good.

Anytime we visited the construction site, there was this Patrick. He was always around and also the aunt of Jackie. The next question was to find somebody to look after the construction. Jackie have had a good idea. Her aunt and Patrick will look after the site, and I should give them each 50.000. To keep peace I agreed first, then later I refused. For that money it was possible to go everyday to the site. And this Patrick start to go on my nerves. Whatever we have had to order, to do, he always gives his ideas and shortly I found out, whatever he said it was OK. No more questions, no more discussions. Who is that Patrick, I asked Jackie. I thought it's a relative because he was always around. I don't know him, she answered. So what he want here, I haven't called  him, I answered. He want to help us, was her answer.

We bougth bricks from a nearby farmer. Was a little bit cheaper. What becomes expansive was tge transport. Crazy prices they ask for. Bricks were transported and the construction starts.

Then I have had to leave the country. Lockdown came. Six months I was waiting to come back.

When I'm back, something got changed. Marriage she wanted. OK, no problem. We went to Kisumu for registration. Palmers hotel we ordered the ceremony. Another day we met with her parents. Jackie and her mom went to the bishop to talk with him. If they really have been there? Only they know. Bishop agreed with the Palmers Hotel, two cars I have had to order for the church guys, they have to come. Bishop also needed assistance from a pastor, so at least 15 people from church should come to help with the ceremony. I asked, must they hold at hands? It's possible. Some days later we have had the documents for registry. The bishop and the pastor were assigned to help us. I tell you the truth, both of them were standing at the registry like a parcel not taken. So, no help from them. We went out from the registry and Jackie said, let us get something to eat at the Palmers Hotel. The bishop was looking around, asking, where is this Palmers Hotel? That makes me feeling a little bit curious. Actually now I don't believe that the bishop is a bishop or the pastor is a pastor. Days later we met him in Kisumu. We were there for the online registration of our planned marriage. He gave advice what and how we have to scan and copy our documents, than he left. Jackie wanted a church wedding as mentioned above. So she has to fill in the registration number of the church and the pastor, neither the bishop has given it! Strange, at least this tgey should have known. I bought wedding groowns, and some other stuff, ladies like it. And yes, she was looking great in that dress, like an angel. 

Time goes by. Marriage was no more matter. House was no more matter. One daughter have had problems in her marriage but this doesn't concern me.

Her behavior becomes strange. Very strange. Now I know it was this was caused of. She was thinking that I'm a rich one and slowly she found out that I'm not rich. I can buy my food, can pay my bills, but that's all. So she thought to look for a rich one. And she thought she got one. She went to Nairobi to meet him and she met him. She called me from there and I heard a man's voice, telling her, tell him you love him, then giggling. The question is only before or after she slept with him. I'm sure, he kicked her out, most likely after they have done it. Next day she came back with red eyes. I guess she stayed overnight at the shuttle station.

I was wandering what was going on, really. No more question about the house. No more question about me. I start to be a stranger. The other daughter, Jenny, started her own business. I was wandering, because until now she is not capable to stay at work. She lost all the works she was able to get. And that's not strange. One time I asked her how much is 10x50 and she could not answer. Maybe to many zeros for her. What I heard is that they rented a shop and restaurated it, that costs about 25.000. From where comes that money? Easy answer, mostly from me. For the last months Jackie has taken money from me. One day I looked into my wallet and all the money was gone!

The story must be shorted. I left her. I found out that she never loved me, I was only the bank for her.

Months later I came back. There is no need for me to have a house, a plot in Kenya,want to sell it. The documents are with Jackie. I went to Mosocho, stayed in Venus Gardens Hotel. In Mosocho everybody knows me. Ten minutes after my arrival Jenny an her friend Joy came, checking if it's really me. After a while Jackie came. We talked. Shortly said, she refused to give documents to me. She refused everything. I told her if she acts like that I have no other chances as to go to court. Jackie was laughing. She told me what will be happen, the advocate will take my money and she will take my plot. We were discussing this, then she  bent over to me and said, now we go into your room and you fuck me! I refused, there was a black guy talking with her, so I told her that this guy want to fuck her. I went up to my room, Jackie behind me. When I opened the door I have seen that something was wrong. I was robbed! The strange thing is that the sales agreement was stolen. Also was stolen my jacket, my wallet with 40.000, my eyeglasses, my sugar measure instrument, one trousers. All other things were remaining.

Now I have an advocate and nothing goes. Only my money. I lost everything. Jackie has not spend 1 KSh and now she's gaining 2 million. As I found out, in Kenya is no law existing. And that's true. Here you can do what you want.

The foreigner is the looser. And that not always true. Some guys asked me how I see Kenya,why so many whites are coming to Kenya. They believed I would say because it's a beautiful country but I know it better. The whites coming here because here is a good business possible. That means here they can do what they want, money makes to road straight. In Europe they will be processed, here nothing happens.

I have done a small search. Actually I tried to find out the truth.

Here is my result.

1. Jackie has been married to Odongo. I asked her why on HER ID her name is Odongo? It's a mistake by government,she said.

2. Patrick, so the message, is her lover.

3. I got conned. That's sure. And this was planned by her Aunt, Patrick and Jackie. The question here is, where is Charles? Is he a relative, a lover? Or what?

That's the story. I am not the only white guy who got conned. There are a lot others. The problem is that there is no prosecution. The thiefs can thief. No one is stopping them. Police is doing nothing, CID is doing nothing. Conning can go on.

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