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mojam   

Dear Mido,

 

I am David Kodo, son of Mr. Dol Kodo from Sudan. I am sorry; this mail will surprise you,

though we do not know, this intended to be the main information, Due to the current war between the Muslim north and the Christian south. My father was the black African Sudanese president of Commercial Farmers Association (CFA). One cool afternoon the Janjaweed militias invaded my father's farm and burn down everything in the farm. They killed my Father and took away a lot of items from his farm.

 

After the death of my father, my self, sister and my mother escaped to Chad from there we were moved to United Kingdom as political asylum. recently my mother revealed to me on a sick bed, that when my late father foresee the war coming; he gathered his money and sold most of his things and deposited the money which amounted to $4.5m with a private security firm as precious family belongings.

 

My mother and I are therefore requesting your assistance to help us claim this fund and to help us wisely invest this money in your country.

 

We have also mapped out 20% as compensation for your assistance and 5% for any expenses during the transaction. please kindly contact me immediately via email for easy communication and I will furnish you with details of the

transaction.

 

May God richly bless you for affecting ourlives.

 

Regards,

 

David Kodo.

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Originally posted by mojam:

gathered his money and sold most of his things and deposited the money which amounted to $4.5m with a private security firm as precious family belongings. [/QB]

wooow with that much money i could by happiness. :D

 

seriously though i doubt anyone could have that much money from farming in a semi desert nation

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nafta   

lool, i get letters like these on a regular basis...talk about abusing my mailbox, it should be classified as terrorism.

 

Why are they always from African people, and second of all, are there any people who actually do whatever these letters say?

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Don't give a damn . . i used to see this but it is non sense . .

 

These ppl are femous in Africa specially in Nigeria and it's neighbours . . all what they want is to get your bank account number then they know what to do . .

 

Stay away from them . . that is my advice . .

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Changed   

****** Author didnt realise the that fight in Darfur is not between Muslims and Christians its between Muslims and Muslims. He should have done better research redface.gifredface.gif

 

shoda

coda

woda

 

jacelbaro..Did it ever cross your mind that it might be done by a white person, asian,british etc?

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N.O.R.F   

Author didnt realise the that fight in Darfur is not between Muslims and Christians its between Muslims and Muslims. He should have done better research

looool

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Blessed   

:D

 

 

Politically Inclined;

I guess the Christian V Muslim way of looking at it appeals to those who adhere to the war-on-terror myth. :rolleyes:

 

Anyways, Speaking of Africans and Finance,

read this: God, I love my people's :D

 

 

One Nigerian's view of london

 

I did not come to England to take photos of Big Ben or tour London Bridge. I just wanted to get paid and get even with those colonials. With a name like Ogundele Kayode Omobrukutu, I could not even buy a bus pass let alone open a bank account. This is my story...

 

It took me 6 months to study the system, but I still could not figure out my squares and circus's. I could not travel from Leicester Circus to Oxford Square without getting lost.

 

I was a YMCA (Young Money Chasing African) when I joined the FRAUD Fine Rich Africans United in Deals). It took me 3 months to attain my ACCA

(Advanced Certificate for Criminal Africans) and I needed an MBA (Major Bank Account) to do my first HND (Heavy Nigerian Deal).

 

I arranged to meet this guy at Animal and Something, I mean Elephant and Castle. We were supposed to meet at 10.00am. I got there at

11.30am and he turned up at 1.30pm. He pulled up in a Mercedes 500SL with a private number plate - 419 ADE. He was a definite Nigerian, he had it all a leather jacket' in the summer air conditioner on full blast with his roof and windows open whilst smoking an impressive cigar. Being a fellow Nigerian I was more than impressed.

 

He introduced himself as Adepujo Adekunle Babatunde and asked me to call him Ade or Babs. He spoke with a strong Nigerian accent but he messed the whole language up by slanging. He sounded like a Canadian-born Chinese living

in Germany and studying French. I had not been in the country for long but I could tell that Omo (my man) was trying hard to be British.

 

After hanging with Ade for about 2 months I became an OBE (Opportunist Bank Employee) and specialised in BBC (Breaking Bank Codes).

 

Money was flowing and I wanted more so I did my PhD (Passport Handling Degree) and became an FBI (Fraudster Bringing Immigrants).

 

My status changed drastically... I had a BMW 328is convertible and a Porsche 911 with a private plate - 911 OMO and living in a council flat and signing on. I went to Moonlighting every Friday and drank champagne and danced to music supplied by DJ Pace and Skills.

 

I became foolish - I remember one night I spent over £1000 on just champagne at the club and had no money for petrol so I walked home.

 

My downfall... Greed and selfishness inevitably led to my downfall. I got involved with a CIA (Cash Investing Agent) and we did a couple of GMTs (Good Money Transfers) but he later turned out to be a CID (Cop in Disguise).

 

I was under surveillance and I did not even know. I left the NHS (Nigerian Housing Scheme) early that morning with about 12 different cheque books to go about my business. They followed me unto the High Road and it was then it hit me that something was wrong. I could not leave all that evidence in my car so I started chewing my cheque books.

 

I ate 8 before they pulled me over. They read me my rights and all that crap and all I could say was - OGA, water please!

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