16th of October 2024
THE OWNERSHIP OF THE LAND
Who left it to him?
Was it the mother or was it the father?
The father was from Nigeria but the mother from Ghana.
The land was in Ghana.
The gold mine was in Ghana and I assumed that was the reason he was there when I met him.
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I asked:
Do you have any work?
Like handy work ??
I don ‘know what work you do?
In normal times, I mean
I have worked before in an insurance firm but left it because it went bankrupt so when I lost my mother because I’m first son so that’s how I inherited my mother property that’s what I hold you
Are you still going to sell the property?
Hmm honey I really want to leave Africa I want to be free Africa is too hard to live
I understand. Canada will be good for you I believe
Honey honestly on my own I spend monthly in buying food 1200ghc
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He planted the seed of lacking money and making me feel sorry and willing to step in!
Then came the second story of the ownership of the land:
Everything was so down for him and he cried! I fell into the trap and felt sorry for the man!
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No don’t cry. Why did you cry today?
Honey my dad was a very wealthy man but he was killed by my uncles they took all his properties the only one I have now they want to take it from me !! But I have good people behind me so today I missed my parents both of them
I’m an orphan honey
We are three I’m the only male child just two girls they are married with their family
Oh my love. I’m sorry to hear that but you are strong
Its ok to miss but you get up again
And you fight
Hmm yeah your right
I’m a victor and I will win my love
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And there I was full of compassion for my newfound love!
I tried to make him feel better, even though I was not going to give him any money, not so far!
There were 2 different stories about where the land came from. When I confronted him, he told me he had already told me that he got it from his wealthy father and the elderly didn’t want to give the papers to him.
The father was from Nigeria so it was not believable that the elderly were his relatives on the fathers side.
The problem is when you tell a lie you have to remember what it was!
The SHIT lied a lot and like those who abuse he always said I was always the one who didn’t remember what he had told me.
Even though I knew exactly I was remembering correctly, I still gave in and what was worst of all, I did doubt my own memory and felt guilty of accusing him of lying.
This is what happens to the victims of the SHITS.
Thinking back, I feel better. It is clear that even though I gave in, the doubt in my heart was believable, but I didn’t believe my instinct.
I know now what the truth is but I have to make amends to myself and be gentle with my kind heart, forgiving me the stupidity.
Hulda Bjornsdottir
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