Úr einu í annað á laugardagsmorgni.

26. oktober 2024

Ég ætla að vaða úr einu í annað!

Í dag er laugardagur og mánuðurinn alveg að klára sitt ferðalag.

Í næstu viku er kominn vetrartími í litla landinu mínu og allt breytist.

Núna eru dagarnir öðruvísi, það er dimmt lengur fram eftir morgninum og dimmir fyrr á kvöldin. Þetta er megin ástæða þess að tímanum er breytt.

Það er betra fyrir börnin að fara í skólann þegar dagsbirtan er meiri.

Mér finnst þetta frekar snúið fyrir líkamsklukkuna mína en svo venst þetta eftir eina eða 2 vikur er ég komin aftur í gírinn.

Ég hlustaði á kennara tala um hvað það er orðið erfitt að kenna á Íslandi og hvernig launin eru allt of lág og fleira.

Ég hlustaði á Samstöðina í gær og þar var eins og oft áður keppni um hver gæti talað mest! Þetta er mín skoðun á því þegar hver talar ofan í annan.

Ég gerðist svo djörf að segja að ég gæfist upp á að hlusta á þetta!

Lifandi samtal er ekki fyrir alla!

Vertu þá bara ekki að hlusta

Auðvitað er mér frjálst að hlusta eða að hlusta ekki.

Það sem er svo skondið við þetta er að ég er ekki ein um þessa skoðun.

Oddný Harðar var í þætti og talaði um þetta og þó nokkrir vinir mínir hafa haft orð á þessu við mig persónulega.

Það sem ég velti fyrir mér er hvort það sé bannað að hafa skoðun?

Ég lít svo á að samtal sé ekki þegar allir tala upp í alla, að hlusta er list sem virðing byggist að hluta á.

Ég velti því fyrir mér, oft, hvers vegna eldri borgarar til dæmis, láta ekki meira í sér heyra varðandi kjör þeirra.

Getur það verið vegna þess að þeir séu hræddir?

Mér finnst samræður þar sem keppni fer fram um hver getur talað hæst og mest og komið sínum skoðunum yfir hina, ekki vera lifandi samtal. Mér finnst það frekjusamtal.

Og þá kem ég að því sem mér datt í hug.

Það er allt í kalda koli á Íslandi þar sem leiðin hefur verið niðurávið í mörg ár.

Þegar ég hlustaði á kennarana þá fannst mér skína í gegn að agaleysi væri vandamál.

Það er talað um písa kannanir og vanlíðan kennara og ómanneskjulegt álag á kennara og vanlíðan barna.

Að kenna í bekk þar sem ekki er hægt að fá krakka til þess að sitja og hlusta er erfiðara en orð fái líst.

Ég man eftir því þegar ég var að kenna fyrir mörgum árum og einn bekkur var eins 7 aðrir, að álagi. Í þessum eina bekk var allt í hers höndum en hinir bekkirnir voru í skólanum til þess að læra.

Þetta er ekki bara vandamál á Íslandi. Þetta er vandamál líklega um alla byggðina.

Þegar ég kenndi í Kína var ráðið með erfiðu bekkina að 2 kennarar voru í kennslustundinni, annar kenndi og hinn hélt uppi aganum! Þetta var áhrifaríkt og virkaði. Þar var horfst í augu við vandann og reynt að leysa hann með samvinnu.

Það er ósanngjarnt að kenna kennurum um agaleysi. Agaleysi byrjar heima! Ef lifandi samtal er að hver tali upp í annan þá lít ég svo á að eitthvað sé bogið við agann.

Það er ekkert að því að hlusta, og er reyndar í mörgum heilræðum um gott líf að læra að hlusta. Þeir sem aldrei hlusta læra aldrei neitt!

Auðvitað er mér frjálst að hlusta á hvaða stöð sem ég vil en ég má líka hafa skoðun á því hvað mér líkar og hvað mér líkar ekki.

Lausnin getur verið að hætta að hlusta, og það er allt í lagi, en ég held að ástæða þessa yfirgengilega kapphlaups um að hafa orðið sé einfaldlega agaleysið í sinni einföldustu mynd.

Ég er fegin að það tókst ekki, þegar ég reyndi að gerast áskrifandi að Samstöðinni.

Ég trúði því að þetta væri góð tilraun og hún heldur áfram. Það er mikið sama fólkið sem kemur í viðtöl og vitað mál hverjir eiga „þetta lifandi samtal“

Ég gæti til dæmis valið að hlusta þegar hinir kappsömu eru ekki á viðmælanda skrá.

Ég gæti líka alveg hætt að hlusta.

Ég gæti þagað yfir því hvað mér finnst.

Það eru ýmsir möguleikar í stöðunni.

Virðing og agaleysi fara ekki saman. Það er mín skoðun.

Nú rísa einhverjir upp og hakka mig í sig og það er í lagi. Ég get tekið því.

Nú er komið fram fjárlagafrumvarp og það hefur áhrif á afkomu mína. Hækkun ellilífeyris er skv frumvarpi 4,3 prósent.

Ég er að gera áætlun fyrir næsta ár.

Ég ætla að reikna með óbreyttum tekjum, því hækkun TR fylgir líka hækkun á áætlun vegna tekna frá Lífeyrissjóði og þar sem skerðingar breytast líklega ekki þá finnst mér líklegt að ég komi út á sama stað næsta ár og því sem ég er að fá núna.

Verðbólgan virðist ekki vera á niðurleið og mig minnir að 5 prósent hækkun á tekjum lífeyrissjóða sé í  áætluðum tekjum TR og skurðarhnífurinn skeri grimmt.

Hvergi hef ég séð talað um skerðingar eldri borgara í því sem ég hef séð frá flokkum sem nú eru að smala.

Það er eins og eldri borgarar séu mesta mein samfélagsins og þeir éti upp tekjurnar frá ríkissjóði! Þetta hefur verið svona lengi og mér finnst líklegt að það ástandi haldist óbreytt.

Hulda Bjornsdóttir

The beginning, more or less The SHIT gains control

26th of October 2024

Unbelievable that I didn’t leave just there!

One man mining? Seriously?

Before this call and the messages, there had been a story about his land and how rich he was going to be when he started mining and he had got the money for buying the tools he needed to mine.

Can you believe that I did even think there was some truth in this?

He told 2 stories.

One was that he had inherited from his mother the land and she was a Ghanaian. The papers were with her relatives in Ghana and that was the problem.

Then the other story was that his father had been a very rich man and had left him the land he was now trying to use and the papers were in a safe place!

I tried to get the truth out but as of course is the normal when you are dealing with SHITS like him, he said I was wrong!

This is the conversation that he and his friend had with me trying to get money from me. This was the beginning of the manipulation that I allowed to last until January 2023.

In an audio call I could hear the SHIT whispering, to the one who said he was the brother, and telling him what to say. I still gave in eventually and believed the rubbish! That is what is difficult to forgive myself but I am getting there.

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17 jan 2021 21:06

Facebook user

Missed audio call

Your husband as been taken by the community vigilante group and also with the community police, he wasn’t feeling too well.. and he was taken away this evening

I am his younger brother, and I am currently with his phone at the moment

Can you call me, before he

Missed audio call 21.16

Left he told me to add you on my Facebook and also talk to you

I am on my wat to were he is on, I took a bide to where he is he is my hopes he is sick

Accept him honeybee

21.22 missed audio call

Am with him now

He has not eaten today and you call him a scam your totally wrong and sad

You said so on the voice message

I’m a very younger kid to him now his now a scam they can’t kill him if he has been talking you and you call him a scam I will tell him not to talbot you again I fought with him for what I know is right

How could you be so mean and treat my love like shit? How can My dear. Your play is not rehearsed enough. The whisper comes through

18 jan 2021 at 11.00

How could you be so mean and treat my love like shit? How can you live with yourself? I trusted you with my soul. I trusted your videos.

That means you don´t even love my brother !! You call him names??

Don´t pretend to be someone you are not

My brother is a fool I told him never to filed

Jesus its fine

Im not his biological brother

My brother is not a scams !!! I’m one of the leaders helping him

I told him

You call my brother a scam

Just let this be enough. Enough is enough

I know I’m talking to you and not your brother

23 24 missed audio call

And you mean if my brother is here he can´t talk to you

Who really are you to him

You call victor a scam ??

You lie and very wrong he dose not lie

Don´t worry when he comes I will show him your text

Stop this nonsense. There are 2of you and the play you are putting on is easy to see through. You can let your friend talk to me on the phone because there are 2 of you in the play.

Jesus Christ how stupid do you think I am

This was my greatest mistake!

This was where I should have left and my life would have been different the next 2 years, but something kept me staying.

There was a connection!

I know it sounds strange but sometimes you just connect with your abuser and while you don’t realise you are being manipulated there is no escape.

I did see how stupid the conversation was, how everything sounded fake, but still I stayed and a day or 2 later I apologised!

Can you believe it?

When I look back, I wonder what was going on in my head.

 I could find many reasons to make excuses for me but I won’t.

There was a lesson in all this and I needed to learn.

Now almost 4 years later I am completely at piece, and my self-esteem is back.

I had to learn the hard way, I hope my story will help you, if you are a victim, to survive sooner than I did.

Please, think hard before you fall into the trap.

Your freedom and sanity is at stake.

Wishing my reader, if not a scammer, all the best and hope your future will change for the better quickly. It will take some time and a lot of work in your mind and even in your body.

Don’t give up.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

A perfect day

23rd of october 2024

It’s an evening already and the days are getting shorter in my little land.

This Saturday we will change the time, back one hour.

I don´t like this, or rather my body clock doesn’t but we don’t have a choice and need to adjust.

Today was a good day.

I went to Coimbra early morning in a heavy traffic to the hospital for a checkup on my pacemaker.

Everything is perfect said the wonderful lady.

What mor can I wish for?

Slowly I am getting my energy back and slowly, one day at a time I get m life back into normal.

My car went for inspection and some maintenance on Monday. Now everything is fine, and perhaps this will be the last time I take him for inspection, because early next year my plan is to buy a new one.

I will miss him, I think, we have been traveling through Portugal from south to north during almost 15 years and there is an attachment.

He has served me well and I am grateful.

This week I have got strange calls by phone. I have declined them but it is annoying.

Nigeria, China, America and UK have been calling. The numbers are unknown and I don’t ever reply if I don´t know the numbers.

The Nigerian one is most likely somehow connected to the SHIT.

I have got Facebook messages from the SHIT once or twice during this week, I think.

It doesn’t bother me much and just shows how terribly lucky I was that this stupid being did not come to Portugal and destroy my life completely.

Today and yesterday were gym days and on Thursday again.

It feels good to know that I am making an effort to get my strength back.

I am still gaining more strength and muscles and its unbelievable feeling.

Today I went straight from the hospital to my gym hungry and a bit tired.  Got something light in the restaurant and an extensive training afterwards. This is what life should be.

Making effort and looking forward, that’s the road.

Be strong my reader, if you are dealing with something.

Life is an adventure.

Be grateful and optimistic. That’s the trick.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The call from the SHIT

21st of October

Yesterday I got a message from the SHIT

If course I didn’t reply

This morning I got a call from Nigeria from someone who pretended to be a famous person

It was the name that appeared with the number

It said Portugal and the Nigerian number plus the name

If course I declined the call

This shows they are afraid and don’t believe they can’t manipulate me

I never reply to calls I don’t know

The other day I got a call with Chinese number and didn’t reply

The scammers can be anywhere using phone numbers from a completely different country

Being careful is the way to not get into the scam

This may take a while but if it continues I’ll go to the police

There’s nothing tempting with those idiots

Disgusting men manipulative and horrible

They do work in groups, that’s a fact

Hulda Bjornsdottir

Skrípasker í vanda

20. október 2024
Það er einkennilegt að horfa á hvernig stjórnmálin eru að ærast á Íslandi.

Straumur frá einum flokki til annars og sumir raka saman meiru en aðrir.

Húsaleigurstyrkur kemur upp og þar er eitt og annað sem kemur á óvart, finnst mér.

Hvernig getur það verið að FF fólk sé að raka saman aurum fyrir 2 falda búsetu þegar þetta fólk býr rétt hjá vinnustaðnum?

Gerir þetta FF trúverðugann?

Ekki fyrir mig en álit mitt skiptir svo sem ekki máli þar sem ég bý ekki á landinu.

Ég er ekkert hissa á sjalla frúnni og miðflokks gaurnum, að þau séu að nota þessa holu en flokkur sem segist berjast fyrir kjörum þeirra lægst launuðu koma mér í opna skjöldu með þessari græðgi.

Þau hefðu getað lægt þessa öldu reiði sem geysar í hjartanu á mér, einfaldlega með því að leggja fram frumvarp þar sem þessum ósóma er breytt og komið í veg fyrir svona rugl.

En nei, FF notar matarholurnar rétt eins og allir aðrir.

Ekki geri ég ráð fyrir að neitt breytist þó þessar skyndi kosningar séu að skella á.

Það verður sama sukkið og nýliðarnir sem nú streyma inn breyta engu. Þeir þurfa að minnsta kosti fjögur ár til þess að læra á plottið og þangað til gera þau bara það sem forystan segir þeim að gera. Þannig eru jú stjórnmál á Skríðaskeri.

Ég á auðvitað að skammast mín og halda kj þar sem ég hef ekki einu sinni kosningarétt á skerinu!

Sumir kunna ekki að skammast sín, ég viðurkenni það fúslega.

Ég er í þeirri stöðu að hafa alltaf unnið og borgað í lífeyrissjóð og skatta til skrípaskers og finnst mér koma það við hvernig ríkið stelur af mér lífeyrissjóðnum í hverjum einasta mánuði.

Ofboðslega er ég þakklát fyrir að þurfa ekki að kjósa og þar með ekki bera neina ábyrgð á næstu spillinga stjórn, sem er handan við hornið.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The weekend – optimistic – gratitude

19th of october 2024

Good morning is a beautiful wish

In the morning, when we wake up is a perfect time to think about how much we have to be grateful for.

I am lucky

I am living the life I chose and have been for the last 2 decades.

I wake up in the morning and think about the day ahead and how wonderful it is to be alive.

Until I left the country, I was born in I didn’t have this feeling of freedom and beauty around me.

I was in chains.

I was afraid and and I allowed mean people to control my day.

I have had challenges, many of them, since I left but everything has always turned out for the better.

Something has saved me, always.

Today is a beautiful morning in my little land and the rain has stopped for a while in my little village.

Just one more Saturday left of this month and everything changes.

The clock goes back one hour and tells us that now is winter!

The road to the winter is approaching.

It will be colder and more lights everywhere.

The women selling their products at the markets all over the country.

The men will participate in their own way, perhaps more offering the food and the wine.

The most important is that everyone is working towards the same goal, to support the family and make sure they have food on their table and heat in their body.

I like to have a plan.

I do have a plan.

I am going into the new year saving for the new car and am excited.

Next year I will travel more than this year.

I need more boost to my physical health and the plan is to continue on the road to restoring my body.

Someone said to me the other day: THE MOST IMPORTANT IS NEVER TO STOP

I agree

The road to a better life is to continue to do what is working well.

I was pissed off and sad when I got it confirmed that I was out of the community in one way, just because I am lucky to be allowed to live long. I could not get credit anywhere, if I was younger, I could get out immediately and buy a new car, paying for it monthly during one or 2 years.

Everywhere I asked I got:  NO NO NO NO NO, you are too old!

For a while I was devastated and felt humiliated.

After few days of being down I rose up with my natural optimistic attitude and accepted what I could not change.

Janyary is my month, it’s the month I will say good bye to my wonderful old car who has been my companion the last almost 15 years and served me well.

My point is that life continues and new opportunities rise.

Gratitude makes me happy.

Gratitude is the key to happiness.

My independent life is my goal.

Yesterday I went to my flower shop and bought some new plants to have at my balcony.

Colours are my best friends.

They make me feel perfect and today my blue trousers are keeping me warm.

What more can I wish for!

This morning, I listened to an interview with one of the famous singers. He is humble and his voice is deep and amazing.  Listening to people like him makes life better. It is like a food for the soul.

Music, books, art and nature are my keys to a healthy happy life.

Wishing you a perfect weekend I hope you will find a food for your soul to lift you up. There is so much to be happy about, we just have to look.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The revenge is sweet!

18th of oktober 2024

The revenge

It´s evening in my little land

The days are getting shorter and next weekend we change the clock to wintertime.

Time flies.

This year is almost over as well and a lot has happened but mostly it has been good.

I am grateful for how everything turned out, even though totally different from what I expected 2021.

I have been writing about the SHIT who destroyed my life for a while and my rising up is a miracle.

During the years, since I began to prepare for the new life with the SHIT, I have been in a role coaster.

Sometimes it has been seriously bad with crying and despair.

Other times it has been with guilt and shame.

The spectrum of feelings I have been going through is unbelievable.

But the miracle happened and I broke free and am going through the process and feeling rather good about my strength and courage.

Daring to tell the story as it was is easy for me.

I have nothing to lose but everything to gain.

The lies, the cheating, the theft, it was all devastating at the time it happened but the universe made sure I would survive and get my life back.

I am excited.

In January I plan to buy a car, mine is getting old and its time to change.

Now I am saving for the new one and patience is with me.

Sometimes I get angry and think about all the money I gave the SHIT so he could manage to come to me and we could live together until the end.

I could buy a NEW car for the money the SHIT got. HI

Looking at how he managed to get it is nothing less than a theft.

He stole the money by lying to me about the papers, about the agents and all the other things he needed to survive in Nigeria until he got the VISA to go to Portugal.

It´s kind of pathetic to look myself in the eye and admit how gullible I was and how easy target I was.

My revenge, but that is where I am now in the process of healing, is to write exactly about the communications and make the SHIT appear like the SHIT he is.

I will in the future post the writing so the whole world will see, but at the moment it is more like a draft than finished.

It is interesting to see from where people are reading my blogs.

I don´t know anyone in some of the countries but they still seem to follow every blog.

The SHIT will be showed to the world for what he really is.

The papers he showed me are all fake, I know that.

The agents he told me were taking care of the application are fake. There were never any agents.

I wonder what did he do with all the money.

I will never know, but what I know is that there are some of them working together and maybe they just split between the group.

I am in a revenge mode this day, and tomorrow I may be in another mode. I don´t know.

What I know is that my freedom is around the corner. I need to face the facts and I need to forgive myself for being such an idiot, believing the unbelievable.

There was a pattern. This time of the month the SHIT became the loving caring husband until he got the money and he went into a distant mode for a while.

I complained about this and was convinced that I was wrong.

Have you ever heard of narcissists and how they work? He fits perfectly into that box.

I was the perfect victim.

The bright side is that the victim is rising up and the strength is back.

Gratitude is the key.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The lies begin to show me what is going on, but I didn’t believe my gut feeling

17th of October 2024

It was supposed to make me feel trust when he played my feelings like music strings.

In some ways he managed but there were so many things and stories that didn’t add up, but I fell for it all eventually and it took him not a long time to convince me.

If only ……… I could say but that is no use. The fact was I was like a leave in the wind, blown back and forth.

The signs are everywhere. How he writes, how he makes the mistakes a five year old would perhaps when learning to read and write. It was all over and I just took it for granted that this was normal.

Did I ever think about how we would communicate when he was living with me? No, I didn’t until 2 years later and then it was too late, the damage on my life had already been done.

The story about the mining continues here, I want you to see how the lies stack up and become more and more unbelievable, and how they are a perfect sign that the main purpose of the relationship was to get me to feel sorry and send money!

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Mistake honey there was not a power it was dark that’s why

I’m telling you because I have non to tell

I’m trying to delete people out of my Facebook I just want to be alone no good people in this world only few like you

Do you know I have helped people all my life now I meet these people for help they give me stories even a dollar they say the don’t have and I know they have

Why are people like this I want to be wicked I have used my money to send two friend to united kingdom now they cant even show me some love it’s really sad honey

This is how he tries to make me feel sorry. He is alone, I am his saviour, everyone is mean to him, everyone except I of course. He is saint who has been helping people all his life and now they have abandoned him!

Trying to delete people from Facebook! Deleting people from Facebook is the easiest thing in the world. This was a sentence he used a lot until the end.

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Once mi strong will take a good thought of how much I will sell my land I travel to Canada inside the year

Are you going to sell your land?

Noooo honey that my huge fortune if I have enough money buy the mining machines I will become a millionaire honey my late dad left it for me I can’t sell it

That’s wonderful honey

The Chinese want to buy the land cheap but won’t sell if I can buy the mining machines honey our live will be so cool by then I can come to Portugal for visit

You go to the bank and ask for a loan

Oh you forgot I already took a loan before to buy a machine!!! They won´t give me again. I just need to treat myself first health first

Oh I didn’t know you had already got the loan from the bank. I thought it was from a friend

No from my bank

Looking at the conversation above there is so much that does not add up.

In once sentence he talks about selling the land and in the next, he says he is not going to sell it, he just needs money to buy the mining machine! And then he will become a millionaire.

Really!

And I suggested he went to the bank to borrow some money!

No that was not possible, he had already borrowed from the bank!

And the health is the other thing, during this all, he just needs money to treat his health!

Through those years we were together his health was always an issue. He used his health and even he got so sick that he told me he was going to die if he didn’t get money to go to the doctor!

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Why did you call me a scam yesterday I want to know

I thought you were asking me for money

The scams do ask for money after making you connect with them

I was terrified

I’ve heard from so many people how this works and I felt afraid

Am I doomed?

Firstly I never posed as a white man to you and never lied to you about anything!!! As a friend can’t you assist me ?? is that a s-Scam??

I can’t assist you even though I wanted to. I have been honest with you

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During this I became angry and I did call him a scam that is correct.

Just notice how he tries to convince me that he is not a scam but in the same message he asks for money! This is interesting now, because I see through it all but at the moment this was happening, I was blinded and thought there was something wrong with me.

The gut feeling told me something was wrong but my heart told me the gut feeling was wrong!

What was it that I fell in love with? That is the question I am asking myself again and again.

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Have you eaten?

I ate biscuits not enough God will not forgive those elders and police officer for making spend 1.600hgc everything I had with me

Why do you think I’m after money ??? I’m rich I just want a push to get my machines I can buy a house anywhere in the world but these times I’m passing through is tough  I too don´t have anyone to support me too honey my love for you is true

I don´t think you are after money. I’m just being honest and making sure we are truly honest with each other.

I’m honey to you not after money I don’t ask people for money never just imagine me now I have not eaten today my television broken

I love you and honest

Yes he convinced me he did love me!

He used the word I love you several hundred times during the first months, and continued during the years. Somehow he didn’t understand when I had left him and he thought the words of love would make everything ok, even though he showed nothing but disrespect.

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Is you calling me a scam

I don’t have food in the house honey

Can’t you go out and get food?

Honey I balled myself with 1.600ghc everything I had in the house

What about the friend? Can´t he help you with food?

One of the boy kicked me in my stomach is paining me the where I did appendix done year ago its swollen now

Oh honey this is horrible

All because of my property and I will neve sell it the papers are kept safe I wish they where are home they would have taken it because that’s what they came for

Be strong my love

I will thanks honey

You already told me what you have in mind about me my tv is broken spolt the boys were fighting me because I refuse to follow them

If not for the police I would not follow them

My hole body hurts me now

Its fine but honey I’m not a scam please

It’s not fine if they hurt you

Slapping me heating me

But you are home now

They even took my drilling machine refuse to give it back

I’m home I had to bake myself out if not I would have been there

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The elderly came to his house and kicked him and broke the TV and the police came and all hell broke loose, because they wanted to get his land!

This story about the land was not over and some months later he put on stage perhaps the best act he managed during the relationship. That is a story for another chapter.

The conversation I have published here is written exactly as he did with all the errors and mistakes.

I want people to see how the scammers are not too bright.

The conversations on phone were different or not as obvious as the written ones.

Maybe my experience can open someone’s eyes and save another woman. If that happens then my goal is accomplished.

2 years is a long time being manipulated by a romantic scammer. Giving money for 2 years, a lot of money, is also huge.

They are everywhere but according to study I have seen are the Nigerians worst.

There are good people in Nigeria and I know some of them after working with them in China, but the scammers thrive there according to research.

Just be careful my reader if you think you are being deserved.

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The road to recovery

16th of October 2024

Boa noite amigos

Since 12th July last year my health has been on recovery pilot

Getting ready to live at least 20 more years takes an effort both physically and mentally

The key is never to stop and never to give up.

Thanks to the health team here in my hospital and my efforts I am on the straight road

I’m grateful for all the support and couldn’t be where I am now without my friends

Life is great

The strength we have does appear when we most need it but we need to be willing to do what is needed

The universe is on our side, never forget that.

If we choose the good people to surround us we are safe 💞

Sleep well and wake up refreshed 💝

Hulda Bjornsdottir

The SHIT’s lies begin

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