Life is a Journey: Live it (Part 48)

The other autobiography
Cambridge is my real home. I mean….” I was cut short.

Susanne Fröhlich interrupted me and said:” I can see your love for Cambridge carries you away. Maybe you can share more stories about your time there next time we meet. As I look around I can see that before we rest in bed we like to hear more about you and your ex-wife who very much seems to be the devil in human skin.”

“Are you sure you want to hear the truth and nothing but the truth…of how low some of us go down to please their ego?” I wanted to be certain not to hear any complaints later. They all agreed for me to tell my side of the story. “Well then. Emma Heerde moved out of the apartment. She moved into the apartment of her boyfriend Jörn Biehl in Altona. One month after I left for Ghana she moved back. It seemed she used that poor chap only as a sperm donor to deliver a baby and get a permanent residence permit because of (Leon) Alexander Heerde. He was born as an autist which I saw as her punishment from God for what she had done to so many people to please her ego. Poor Alexander that he has to live through the punishment of his mother, a life so unnecessary, painful and complicated. As the saying goes, sometimes children must pay for the sins of their parents. In a way, I do this for my parents also.

Anyway one month after I left Germany she had moved back in an e-mail she wrote if I ever had the intention to return to Hamburg ....”

“You would have to find yourself a new place to stay as over the weekend her new boyfriend would stay with her,” remembered Charles Darwin Jr., my exact description.

“Very good!” I was surprised to hear he remembered my words so well. “I have no proof, only suspicion that this boyfriend was Jack Otieno. We talked about him already. It was the same person who had asked Emma Heerde to give him a photo of herself for him to put on a German dating site. He wanted her to find any stupid German, make her come to Germany for him to use her in the end. I guess just guessing he was the new partner she mentioned to my partners in Accra the Bediako Brothers that the business with them should only be in her hands as she was the majority shareholder of Black & White International Business Limited the company that owned this business. She will never admit that it was only I who bought any business into our company. Emma Heerde had never gotten any customers. This is certainly the explanation why after I left for Ghana the company went bankrupt.

One year before I left for Ghana each day I trained Emma Heerde on what needed to be done. Normally by the time to be alone in the office, she should have known everything needed. When in the afternoons during this one year Emma Heerde came to the office from where she had stayed I was very tense and prayed the four hours of office time left would pass fast. My heart always beats hard and fast during these horror moments. While I needed to closely monitor her to protect myself from potentially being physically harmed I had to ensure not to slip a wrong word about my real intentions. I pretended to still cooperate with her and would go to Ghana to sell container after container there and send the profit back to Germany. While Emma Heerde wanted to use me as a slave working for her able to enjoy life in Germany with her child and boyfriend, all I had on my mind was to use our company as strategically as possible to get away from that evil woman. The moment I turned the key of our apartment behind me I was finally set free. Not for a single moment on my way to the airport was I thinking of ever working again with that woman. Never! In Ghana, I was pretending and I think I did a very good job, as I was working on common orders.

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