Life is a journey: Live it (Part 52)

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Hans Wilder who had been quiet for a long time, came out to say:” Such an attitude can be dangerous. It might kill you instantly.”

“Do I care? I have lived a very good life already…no regrets,” was my simple answer. “If I die the next moment I am very okay with that. My life is in God’s hands.”

I saw it was two o’clock in the morning. When I mentioned it to my students all they asked for was another last story. “Last one for today. Well then. It was in Ghana. My wife Alberta and I had seen three different prophets. They all told us I should never be alone when facing Emma Heerde or Heidi Jürgensen as they saw in the spirit that both had the intention to kill me. At that time Lucy Ouma was still in Ghana living in Regimenual Grey Estate Silver Gate off Spintex Road about three kilometres away from us close to Coca-Cola Roundabout.

We stayed at that time at Sakumono Estate at Estate Junction D-Line house ten, second floor to the right last apartment. At two in the morning while it was dark outside someone knocked on our door. We did not open due to security reasons. We asked the man through our living room window why he was knocking. He said he was a Taxi Driver and as his passenger had no money on him let him go to his apartment, get money, come down and pay him. That was supposedly longer than anticipated. Our rooms had light therefore he thought this was the flat of his passenger. We always slept with the lights on against the mosquitoes. We said his passenger was not with us. The night was quiet. A fallen needle would be like Big Benn waking you up.

We listened into the night. No banging of doors, no car engine igniting, no sound of wheels turning or moving. Absolutely no sound. The Taxis in Ghana are commonly old, very used or well-used. They all make noise. Now why should these taxis be any different? We did not understand the situation before the prophecies of the two men of God and one prophetess just before the Aburi Mountains warned us of my ex-wife Emma Heerde and my sister Heidi Jürgensen. Was it possible Emma Heerde had asked her close friend Lucy Ouma to hire a hitman and end our lives? It is possible but as we have no final proof to claim this narrative it is very speculative. We might never find it out. So we keep this mysterious incident to ourselves.

What we have learnt from that situation is that even in Hamburg to be vigilant, always alert that somehow and somewhere these two ladies will ambush us and harm us. We try to live a normal life as much as possible but we know what people who hate you are capable of.

Lucy Ouma, seeing what we did in Ghana again, started to show interest in the business and I invited her to follow me. Over a short time, the contact with her and Ron Ket ended. We were chasing different dreams.

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