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I ACCEPTED AN OFFER NEVER TO BE REPEATED, BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT THIS WAS PART OF A SET-UP BY OFFICIALS AND THE NIGERIAN DRUG UNDERWORLD
February 2007, I am working for a company doing Abnormal Cross Boarder Transportation to the new Lumwuana Mine just outside Solwezi, Zambia, Africa. The equipment taken to Zambia by myself can only be returned in May 2007.......I drive an International Truck with a huge trailer and everything needed by the mine such as Heavyduty Cranes, Overhead Cranes, Shutes etc, etc are taken on rental agreement by the mine and on the agreed date to be returned to South Africa. At the borders, Beitbridge between South Africa and Zimbabwe and The Chirundu Border Post between Zimbabwe and Zambia I have to take care of all Export documentation in order to have the goods crossing the border into the other neighbouring countries. I was later informed that the mine is not on schedule and will open later than planned. I have to work and work in South Africa for white people at this stage is a big zero.
February 2007, I am working for a company doing Abnormal Cross Boarder Transportation to the new Lumwuana Mine just outside Solwezi, Zambia, Africa. The equipment taken to Zambia by myself can only be returned in May 2007.......I drive an International Truck with a huge trailer and everything needed by the mine such as Heavyduty Cranes, Overhead Cranes, Shutes etc, etc are taken on rental agreement by the mine and on the agreed date to be returned to South Africa. At the borders, Beitbridge between South Africa and Zimbabwe and The Chirundu Border Post between Zimbabwe and Zambia I have to take care of all Export documentation in order to have the goods crossing the border into the other neighbouring countries. I was later informed that the mine is not on schedule and will open later than planned. I have to work and work in South Africa for white people at this stage is a big zero.
Myself and my brother Roedolf visited our friend Vicky for a Bar-B-Q as it was his birthday. I was surprised when he handed me a brand new Samsung Cellphone and asked him why he was giving me a gift instead that I gave him one. He told me that I am a good person and he just wanted me to have it. I gave my Sony Ericson to my brother and asked him to send me all my pictures and downloads via bluetooth and returned back home just after 9pm walking with the phones in our hands sending via bluetooth.We passed a tavern called Laduma(a place where the black people drink) and found that we were being followed by 4 black guys. I told Roedolf that if they try and take the phones we should hide it in our pants and defend ourselves. Rudy said that we don't need to worry for maybe they are heading to central Florida. Just as we were about to enter the house these guys tried to rob us from our cell phones and we defended ourselves. A lady across the road spotted the incident and pushed her panic button and within two minutes two vehicles from Chubb Alarms was on the scene and came to our aid. The four set foot and got away.
My father shouted from the balcony that he called the police and that they were on their way. The security officers asked us what has happened and we told them as it was. They received another call and had to go and myself and my brother went into the house.
My father shouted from the balcony that he called the police and that they were on their way. The security officers asked us what has happened and we told them as it was. They received another call and had to go and myself and my brother went into the house.
One and a half hours later 6(six) black police officers from the flying squad on the West Rand in Gauteng, South Africa armed with machine guns arrived at my house. I opened the door and asked them why they where taking so long as we could have been *´?&%$ killed by now. The captain asked me why I was swearing at him...I said..sorry sir..I never swear at you, I used a vulgar word and he grabbed me by the chest trying to drag me out of the house…he called for backup and the 6 of them entered the house and started assaulting me in the presence of my family. My brother tried to stop them… but he also got his fair share.
Blood all over the walls and carpets, the police dragged me and my brother out of the house and forced us into one of their vehicles taking us to the charge office of Florida SAPS Roodepoort South Africa. Some visitors in the charge office asked me if I was in a motorcar accident and I told them NO…these police officers assaulted me like this.
This brutal assault never stopped until late that night when two white police officers entered the cell where we were being held. I begged them not to hit us and to listen to our side of the story but they had to finish what there co-workers started. Early the next morning they wanted to release us but I was adamant to see the Station Commander Superintendent Lang.
He was occupied and directed me to Senior Sup. Rautenbach who was shocked the moment he saw me. He instructed a lady Inspector to open a charge docket against these officers and to make sure that I get hospital attention immediately.
I refused their help and my friend came to fetch me and my brother. He called my friend Jack Birtch from Claxton (the Roodepoort Record) a local newspaper on the West Rand Roodepoort South Africa who published an article including pictures of myself and my brother with the heading “BROTHERS IN BLOOD”. They in exchange opened a charge of “drunk in the public” which at the end of the day was withdrawn against us. I was taken to hospital by my friend Vicky and the doctor who examined me found multiple wounds to my head, face, upper body (back and front) and to my hands.
I contacted an Attorney by the name of Karl Els on the West Rand who was man enough to take this matter to the High Court of South Africa and make civilian claim against the Minister of Safety and Security for loss of income, pain and suffering and damages.
I contacted an Attorney by the name of Karl Els on the West Rand who was man enough to take this matter to the High Court of South Africa and make civilian claim against the Minister of Safety and Security for loss of income, pain and suffering and damages.
March 2008 I received an offer from a "black owned company" to travel and work in Peru(south america). The money offer was great and I accepted…without knowing my final destination. I arrived in Peru and started working at the docs loading a container. The work was as normal as any other job and the hours was set by myself.
After one and a half months I completed my work and was due to return to South Africa to my children and loved ones. The “man” in charge of the container handed me a bag filled with chocolates, candy and biscuits and asked of me to please hand this to my "boss" back in SA.
Upon arrival at the Lima airport I was asked by officials if they could search my bags and I had no objection. After investigation they found that the chocolates, candy and biscuits was actually filled with “drugs”. I argued and told them what happened and this was my statement as above. I was surprised to receive a visit from a person working at the Embassy of South Africa informing me to change my statement. I told him that he was mad if he ever thought that I would be so stupid as to change my testimony. He informed me that they would charge me under the act of Syndicates and I will be going to prison for more than 15 years. I had no choice but to change my statement and received the sentence of six years and eight months in a prison where I would not allow my dog to sleep.
We slept on the floor and the food I would never even think of giving to my dog. I found God in prison and was baptized in water and in the Holy Spirit and received the gift of healing from God. God blessed me in such a way that I did not have enough space to store all His blessings. I have endless testimonies of all the wonderful things God did for me while in prison.
There was this day, not long after my arrest that I burned myself severely with boiling hot water on my right arm. I had so much pain and no money for medication. People tried everything but the burning would just not stop, and one guy even wrapped a plastic bag around my arm trying to ease the pain. I placed my left arm on the right and said..."I WASH YOU CLEAN WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS" and the burning was just gone.
I knew this was God working in my life, but still the devil was trying to show me wrong. In my mind I knew the results the following morning, "blisters all over my arm". When I woke the following morning I noticed there were no blisters but the arm was still swollen. I praised God for the healing and one and a half weeks later my arm was completely healed without a trace of burning.
There was this day, not long after my arrest that I burned myself severely with boiling hot water on my right arm. I had so much pain and no money for medication. People tried everything but the burning would just not stop, and one guy even wrapped a plastic bag around my arm trying to ease the pain. I placed my left arm on the right and said..."I WASH YOU CLEAN WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS" and the burning was just gone.
I knew this was God working in my life, but still the devil was trying to show me wrong. In my mind I knew the results the following morning, "blisters all over my arm". When I woke the following morning I noticed there were no blisters but the arm was still swollen. I praised God for the healing and one and a half weeks later my arm was completely healed without a trace of burning.
24 June 2011 I am released from prison and got a job cleaning chickens. I saved all my money and payed to have my passport stamped and managed to leave the country via bus crossing the border into Huayaquilas. Arriving in Huayaquilas Ecuador(south america) I was robbed of all my belongings by three men and could only spend the night in a hotel as I had no money to stay longer. The following day I started my journey to Guayaquil where a flight was booked for me to travel as far as Madrid....Unfortunately I did not make the flight and had to remain in Ecuador.
This is a true story and from my heart and I ask of you who read this to please be careful…. not to fall for the trap of the “Nigerian Clang”???
IT IS MY DREAM TO BE RE-UNITED WITH MY CHILDREN AND LOVED ONES
If there is anyone out there that is willing to help me to get back to my family, I will be more than happy to repay you with interest???
If you have any questions, you can contact me at jacobotha008@gmail.com and I will be more than happy to assist you.
I thank you sincerely for taking the time to read my story and pray Gods blessings over you and your loved ones
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