MAY 2021 BLOG - THE BOOK OF JEREMIAH LIFE LESSONS IN PLANS AND PURPOSES PART V

INTRODUCTION Mon peuple, we are still in Senegal. Lucky for me I walked with my computer because this time around Senegal decided that they were going to hold on to me. I got no help at the airport. I had to sit down on the floor and apply for my visas. Then here was this Muslim gentleman looking at me and making up his face. I was actually in the corner where they prayed. I ignored him. I decided to try Guinea and Sierra Leone. I really would have preferred Guinea but they had all types of picture requirements. I tell you I did not have any of these challenges in Europe. The Black man! The visa for Sierra Leone came through. I bought my ticket online. Here comes another challenge I had to print the documents. One office with two girls in the airport charged me US$12. They actually said US$18. I told them I was not going to give them a cent over $US12 for six sheets of paper. Then I had to go and get my PCR Test at the Pasteur Institute. Finally, a place where one had nice restrooms and good food. However, as usual I was the project for the cleaners. They were told not to leave me. Any restroom I went to, they were there. Then the soldiers were ordered to have one exit and one entry. Lord help my Holy Ghost! The Senegal flight was uneventful. I really just retraced my steps back through Banjul, Bissau and then Freetown. The excitement started at Bangui Airport in Freetown. We had to pay immediately even before we cleared customs for the Covid Test. That was a whopping US$50. I will not give you the conversion in Leones. When that was all finished and we had done the test we were told that we have to self isolate. That rule was introduced on October 4 a couple of days before we arrived. One major confusion! I ended up quarantining at the airport because the guest house where they took me, I had no intention of staying there. All high fences and bad roads. More like a prison than a guest house. I was cleared to leave Saturday night after a whole lot of foolish behaviourism. I took the ferry across to Freetown. That was a journey costing US$40. I wondered why the airport was not on the mainland. I am sure I will have to get in the mind of a European, so we will not go there. The scenery from the boat was quite good. At Sea Coach I was introduced to a driver who charged me L$200,000 to take me into the city. Before I went to the heart of the city I asked him to take me to a villa I had visited online. The villa was located on a road which was extremely poor. At one stage when we were driving I was wondering if we were going to slide away off the road. The driver told me the mining office was located near the road. I said is that so? When we reached the villas it was behind another set of high fences. I just told the gentleman to take me to the heart of the city because I am not into that sort of living. He took me to Howden Street with two villas. The one I chose I paid L220,000. One thing about Africa is that it needs infrastructural renewal. Got my own bathroom with my little plastic bucket. Must be the reason everywhere I go these Nazis I notice are leaving a little plastic bucket. I would like to know what they expect me to do if they have thrown me out in the cold and they are watching my anus and vagina so much that every time I go to a washroom, to private, one of them comes to the door and tells me how long I have been in the washroom. Yes, people, especially the Chinese and Caucasians actually sit and time me in the bathroom. Moving along, the next day which was Sunday as I was about to do my FB post the light went immediately and did not return. Crooked Pakistanis and Indians from what I later gathered. This is where things get interesting and I meet the real character of the people of Sierra Leone. I decided to stay by a Police Station which I found across from the Municipal Office on Wallace Johnson Street. The first night I requested use of their restroom and was introduced to a hole in the ground. I had to literally climb down to get there. Since I had no major problems coming along and the weather was so good. I thought Sierra Leone would be a breeze. I would just look around and then board my flight to leave the country. I was quite wrong, it seems the criminals had decided that I was just going to be stopped in Sierra Leone. The first night my computer was stolen. When I went to the Police the gentleman said that he had told me to sit on a bench in the station and continued watching his black and white challenged television. That was the end of that. Realising that I was not going to get anywhere in this country with the legal system. I decided the next day that I would just go to the Liberian/Sierra Leone Border. I also need to tell you about my trip to Bo. After my computer was stolen I decided I would just go to Liberia by going to the border. I eventually got the bus route. I had to take a bus to Bo. After the fact I learned that there were Public Buses which ran to the different States but you had to catch them at specific hours. I was actually there a couple of mornings when the buses were loading. The people arrive as early as 6 a.m. to join a line to purchase their tickets. Then they would load and move out by around 7 a.m. The route which I used which was more expensive was to take a yellow bus. I think it was L2,000 because it was a local bus. We sat five to six in a row. I resisted the sixth person in my row. I could not take the squeeze. It was one big scramble to get on the bus. You know Jamaica bus pushing style, downtown. All this time I was laughing at the similarities between Africa and Jamaica. I said Daddy I am home. Then I went to the back of the bus to jump up like the other people. Unfortunately, it was too high for me so I had to go to the door. Ah I thought you Jamaicans were good. In Jamaica we preach on the buses. This bus was a market. Everybody came and spoke about their products and then they sold. Everything from a pin to an anchor. I remember one fellow came with chocolate. He did not have enough hands to sell. You should hear those selling medical products. You would think they were Pharmacists. Then we reached the place where I could take the bus to Bo. Of course the government bus was full again. I had to take the private bus. To be encumbered with the inconveniences planned by the demonic criminal minds. My feet nearly killed me because they were so cramped. It was the same scenario with all the marketers. They had a nice young preacher unfortunately for him he placed Christianity and Islam on the same level. There is nothing wrong in greeting our Brothers and Sisters the Muslim when one started to preach but to make them feel that everything was kosher and that Islam is equal to Christainity while you are preaching is erroneous. I could have slapped myself because I gave the fellow a good offering. It was when I sat and was evaluating the sermon that I realised the subtlety of the matter. Just to advise if you Africans are giving the Muslims in Africa a false sense of security that they are okay. You need to stop it. They need the Lord Jesus Christ just like any of us. There is only one way to the Father and that is through the Blood of Jesus St John 14 verse 6. What can I say, entrance into the kingdom is a bloody matter. Just be glad you do not have to shed anymore. All along the bus route there were vendors. By the time I reached Bo It was too late to take the taxi to the border. Those who were there wanted to overcharge me. The fare was L200,000. When I went into the Taxi the fare automatically became L220,000 for the front seat. I just came out. I went to a little church in the community. The service was filled with young adults and children. The ratio was like eighty percent in favour of the young people and children to twenty percent in favour of the adults. It was a lively service. After the service the lady introduced me to her husband, the Pastor. He said I could stay the night because the fellows stayed the night because they were having a three day Crusade. I am wondering why the church is in the middle of a yard. I see no room for expansion. The Pastor told me the property was donated to them. We spoke about my plan to go across the border and he told me I would pay US$10 for a document which would take me across the border. At that time I still had my handbag and my clothes bag. Only the computer bag had been stolen. In fact, that was the reason I was trying to get out of Sierra Leone. In the early morning I requested use of the facilities. I did not know what happened that night. All I know is that I held a bench and went to sleep. The next morning my blouse was soiled with a blue substance. I changed it and requested use of the restroom facilities based on what the Pastor had told me the previous night. For some reason that seemed to have changed. I had to go through garbage to an elevated hole in the ground. I did not want to climb up and stoop down so I had to be creative. People, you have to use your imagination. Just be advised that I am never out of plastic bags and tissue paper. After thanking the fellows for their hospitality I went across the road to take my taxi. Here comes drama again! No one wanted to take me because they had been told what should happen at the border. One fellow who was willing to take me when the other fellows told him what was taking place he ran me out of his taxi. I ended up taking a taxi which was driven by a Liberian. The lady who took the front seat did not pay any extra and she was acting very religious. I think she said a prayer before we left. I just ignored her. My major problem is these demonic and diabolic people going before me and just slandering my name with all and sundry. We were eventually off and the driver had to stop to pick up a piece of iron. Then he had to go to the tire shop. Then the back seat was very uncomfortable because four of us were packed in the back. I noticed the three crooks in the back were eying my bag for the whole journey. I did not close my eyes and kept my bag under ‘raps’. On the way the criminals had him pick up six bags of coal. From the things I am telling you, you will realise why the growth of Africa has been stymied. The countries are being hijacked by all these criminals who are just looking to make money at the expense of the people. They are bankrupt of ideas and are not interested in the growth and well-being of the Continent. They are all parasites. We eventually reached the border where I tried to process using my Canadian passport and was told that I had to pay someone to escort me across the border. I asked how much was that? The officer said it was dependent on the individual. I said I was not interested. I left! They said I should try the Liberians. I was escorted across the border by a nurse. Why a Nurse? The wry humour of the criminals. I was not even aware of that information. It was while we were on the Liberian side of the border that she revealed to the lady that she had to leave me because she was a nurse and could not speak to the matters at hand. She left and the lady was trying to facilitate my entry into the country after I told her why I had to leave Sierra Leone. The process was really very straightforward. I am sure they must have done it thousands and thousands of times. I would be given the temporary document to facilitate my going to the relevant authorities and applying for my visa. It so happens that the taxi driver had also driven off with my bag across the border without informing me. I had to tell her my bag was in Liberia. She called and spoke to the commander and was in the process of getting me documented when a fair skin fellow driving a white SUVcame and spoke to her and then drove inside. When he drove out everybody had stopped speaking to me. The next minute I was escorted across the border. They wanted to give me a bike ride but I refused. Lucky for me at that time the Liberians decided not to keep my bag so it was returned. My troubles were just beginning people, I had the money to just get back on a taxi and return to town and look at the flying alternative which is what I told the Customs Officer. Another thing they keep bringing these highly bleached persons in my presence. I mean most of these people have been taking these chemicals so that their skin has become red. Then their hands, some parts are light and the other parts are black. That is what these people are doing to my hands in Canada. They did it already and constant rubbing with the vaseline and some other creams have restored my hands. Now they are back to the same thing. At night when I am asleep they rub this black substance on the sides of my hands and my fingers. My hands look like a Public Support Worker (PSW) or Sanitary Technician. The thing makes my hands rough and then I have to go to Walmart to use the vaseline to rub on my hands. I just had to throw away a tub of vaseline. They placed something in it which aggravated the haemorrhoids in my anus. I noticed my haemorrhoids were being inflamed frequently. It was most obvious when I was doing my bent over stretches. Then after I showered one Friday and did my usual whole body application of the petroleum jelly, Vaseline brand. My haemorrhoids started acting up so I had to just discard that bottle. The criminals say they are trying to give me Colon Cancer. Vaseline petroleum Jelly is my only beauty product, people. It is good all over from head to toe! African ladies you need to get a grip. If people are not accepting you the way you are, do you think cosmetic things will make them accept you? That is why the crooked white people who have given the Reggae Album to a white group cannot abide the fact that the Reggae is from a black country. I have no problem with people singing Reggae. However, it is a distinct sound coming out of the island of Jamaica and we refuse to let the brand be diluted. If it evolves into something else then it is not Reggae. Give that something else a new name. One of the things with Reggae is that you have to be able to sing. Look at all our greats, everyone had a distinct style. If someone wakes you up in the middle of the night you can identify all of them individually. There is no faking this thing you either have it or you don’t. Back to you African ladies heads up if you do not like the colour of your skin be born again. If you think fair skinned people are getting all the breaks, God is trying to get a message over to you that you need to create your own economy instead of destroying yourself to become a part of the other. There was a lady in Gambia. I had to do a double take, is she white or is she black? Before I could determine she rode off in a bus. As I said, my problems had just started. The taxis were given strict orders not to take me. Up to that time I had never ridden a pillion on a bike. I really did not want to because there was another alternative. I decided to start walking. The rest is history. I was robbed and compound living was offered to me. I was hungry and thirsty. It was on this back road that I saw a youngman with twenty to thirty children under a tree teaching with only a blackboard for teaching aid. I was lying on the ground resting my legs. I just said to myself there's work to be done. It was on this back road where I saw electricity poles and fenced plantations but the people on the ground had no running water and no electricity. I could hardly see their compounds at night in the dark. As for water it was the well or I saw the children fetching water from the river. It was while I was walking this back street when I realized why there was a problem with rape in the country. Then I analysed and realised that it is not the black man who was the problem. It is the White man and foreigners. As an African you all grew up close to nature half naked together so naked flesh was no mystery to you. Then the Whiteman came and he was seeing all this dark flesh and not able to contain himself. It was very easy to rape the ladies. All they wore were wrappers. A piece of cloth strung around the waist. Remember the youngman who was with Jesus when they came to arrest Jesus he ran away naked and left his loincloth in the hands of the soldiers St. Mark 14 verses 51-52. Same scenario, the problem being these ladies cannot run fast enough. Now they have the western blouse on top of it but most of them still do not wear brasserie. Hence, the reason they had to socialise the young ladies into wearing sanitary napkins and all the trappings of the White man is really to protect them. Most of the ladies still just wear the wrapper with a blouse. It was along this back road and in the town where I saw children going to school in their uniforms while other children were setting out their wares to sell along the streetside. We have mothers in Jamaica who are higglers, the children would assist in the morning to put out the goods but they were in their school uniforms and as soon as it was time the mother would give the child/children their lunch money and send them off to school. The child must come to something is the motto. I tell you people I walked and was so tired I had to just lay down and rest on my bags in the dirt. They had not stolen my two bags yet. Anyway all night they had a couple of bike men shadowing me. Anyway I will have to give you the gory details of how my bags and my panty were raided and my US Dollars stolen. I walked until I reached a coconut orchard and lay down under a coconut tree until security came. I had to rest frequently because they have been working on my knees since I came to Africa, especially here in Sierra Leone. They called some police and they eventually got me to go on the bike back. What I was avoiding happened. There were three of us on the bike with the sick police officer on my back all the way. We reached this town called Zimmie, Munno River. After many questions and stealing some of my money one of them escorted me to the Taxi stand in the town to get a car to Bo. When I reached there was no car going to Bo because they had cut a deal to keep me in the town. Anyway, a number of youngmen, the old man who had written the ticket and I sat down and we were talking. Two little boys came and I purchased two coconuts from them. When I was about to purchase the third, the young man who said he was going to University purchased it for me. We sat and continued talking about school and travels. Anyway I just sat there and was sharing with the young people after buying three coconut jelly from two little boys. To cut to the chase, it seems people had planned that I would be spending the night in that compound but by sitting and talking to the young people plans changed. I had to laugh. One of the things I said to the little boys listening to me. If I could I would give you all my Passport to go visit the USA and Canada because I know that eventually you would all return to Africa. Then the little old man who sold me the ticket to Bo placed his foot on the table. I just held it and said nothing that a little salt water cannot cure. Just soak it in salt water. Then I said my husband's toenails could not be like that. That is why I am in no hurry. These people are Muslims. I HAVE LEARNT THAT GOD HAS HIS OWN EVERYWHERE. I will not tell you what the Christians have done to me. Anyway people, I met this nice young man who is attending one of those small universities in Africa. His name is Sherif. He has a four month old son and a girlfriend who is also studying. The young man sat beside me and showed me his family and in Adeboye style after admiring the baby. I just started praying for him like we were having a conversation. It shall be well with you, the things which used to be an obstacle shall be a stepping stone.. Reach out to him for me people and see how you can help them. Let us break the cycle of poverty for his son. People, I would like you all to reach out to this village. Let us help them to be a model community in that area.I rrigation, roads, electricity and agriculture. People if you see the size of the pineapples in Africa. Twice the size of those big ones in Jamaica. Let us help Africa to break the cycle of poverty one community at a time. You know what I like about these communities? They are fresh and have not been too tainted with the hang ups of the cities. They are virgin soil! After returning I sought to purchase a plane ticket to get out of the country. After eventually finding (no one would give me any information) the section for travel Agents on Siskya Street, the travel Agent advised that it would cost me US$475 to fly to Togo. I said not a problem. I knew she was robbing me blind but it was that or stay in Sierra Leone and be abused which eventually happened. I advised her that unfortunately my Canadian Card had a CAN$500 limit. I had to make a hybrid payment debit and cash. I also saw another Travel Agent right beside them and tried to book there to see how much they would charge me but they turned me down flat. They did not want my business. I went to the bank and withdrew around three million Leones, which was like US$240. Had to make a number of withdrawals it could not be done at once. This was the money which saved my life in my crisis or the people of Sierra Leone would have starved me to death. By the time I had done all of this the Travel Agency was closed. I should have told you I went to the Brussels Airlines people just to enquire about a flight and one young lady assisted me well. It was through her I found out about the Travel Agency. I went back just to ask another question one gentleman just told the Security Guard to help me. The lady who I spoke to previously was now dumb. Of course there was no help forthcoming so I just left the building. I decided I was going to protect my bag with my life and was able to do so up to about 4 a.m. but I made one fatal error. I sat down. I was by the Police Station but they had boarded up and battened down tight not even a mosquito could breach their defence. I sat down and nodded off to sleep and just left when the little young man was dragging my bag from under my legs. It was a little fellow about twelve or thirteen years old. He did not even run. He went in the same direction as the fellow who stole my computer bag. There went all my documents again in addition to my thirteenth Bible. I mean from I was in Canada the Nazis and Mafias were pecking away at my Bible I had to be using cellotape to keep the pages together. I was waiting until I reached somewhere nice and comfortable like when I was in Senegal to type my Blog. Those pages had gone. My bank card, passport, my papers and all my documents were gone again. This is the third time. Twice in the USA and the first time in Africa. I saw some Foreign Affairs Ministry so I went and camped there. I was informed that I had to go to the police to make a report. On my way a Police Officer came to me and told me I should avoid the area because they could not protect me. I should tell you all this time that the Police and soldiers were the ones who were co-ordinating the crime against me in the night just like in North America. Any time I see a Police vehicle these days all I say to myself I wonder what criminality they are up to now. That is all! They were always busy coming and going. I reached out to the Police station where the incident took place. They advised me to go to another one further down the street. Then after questioning me, the lady who was doing the questioning was obviously trying to get on my nerves with the foolish questions she was asking. I was too angry at that stage to be pulled in by these ignorant people, foolishness. Then another officer in the room, seeing that I was not smiling, told me I had to go to the Office at Pademba Road for the matter to be dealt with properly. He followed me outside and of course there was something wrong with his legs. It would have been surprising if the criminals had not tried to send me some message. I walked up the incline to Pademba Road, the office of all the major crooks in the system. The officer who took the report advised that it would cost L300,000 for each item I listed in the report or I could just group everything together. Obviously the criminals did not want to record all the things that were stolen in my bag. I opted just to group everything and paid the L300,000 because there were quite a few items in my bag and I had no cosmetics. I had to get my photograph taken. The officers in the Guard Room told me it would cost L20,000 by the time I reached over to the criminal Cooley who ran the business and his black agent in criminality. I was told the pictures cost L50,000 and I could not get a soft copy. When I returned with the pictures I was told it should have been cropped a certain way. I am sure I stood my ground and said I was not going back. I had also asked for an official list of the fees charged for the services. All I was shown was something on the Officers telephone. I did not even look. Finding the Canadian Embassy was another exercise. I do not even remember how I got the address. At the Travel Agency they told me it was on Booth or Howden Streets. I found both streets and did not find any Canadian Consulate. I think it must have been the Police who eventually told me. One thing I know and no one has to tell me is that I am dealing with some very sick individuals. In order to illustrate I am going to write about what is taking place with a lady right here in Toronto. I have to ask myself if I am the only one who sees what is happening. If no one can intervene on her behalf. The situation is pathetic. I know the purpose of the whole exercise is that they are trying to get a message over to me what they wish for me but Jesus Christ is my Lord. I am off limits to the devil. I eventually reached the Canadian Embassy as I have already told you the crooked and criminal Canadians had to observe me under camera and I realised I had to tell them that I had no intention of sleeping before the Consular General came out of hiding. I am discovering day by day that Canadians are not very nice people, not very nice people at all. That is one of the major reasons why I did not want to travel on a Canadian Passport any longer because as happened in the USA I knew they would leave me on a limb to dry. The Consular General Mr. Kofie McCauley told me that I had to reapply for Citizenship and one long story. I said I am not doing any such thing. When I was getting the Citizenship in the first place I had no problems. When my Citizenship card was stolen all I did was apply for a Naturalisation Certificate filling out a simple form. All I need is a document to travel. I also advised that I would pay my own plane fare. I gave him my brother’s email address and asked him to contact him since I was not able to access my funds. He then told me about this document which would take a couple of weeks by November 19. I could not even use the internet at the Consular Office as I started to use it. It would go down. I had to laugh. I mean people, those were two of the worst weeks of my life. Mr. McCauley gave me an address to get the picture for the document.After I eventually located it I was charged L200,000 for the pictures. The first batch I took was stolen the same day I took them. While I was sleeping. I had to go back on a number of occasion that is how I encountered this gentleman the Saturday who almost rape me in daylight and took away my package with my knife and toiletries. I was determined that they were not going to get my picture again. The same thing is playing out in Canada with the government stealing my Birth Certificates because they do not want me to get my papers to leave Sodom and Gomorrah, Canada. Let me backup a little to relate some more specific incidents. After going to the embassy I tried to get myself booked into a hotel again. I returned to the one I had stayed at Howden Street. The price was the same but the size of the room had been reduced drastically. I did not like the location and what I saw so I opted not to take it for my L220,000. I went across the road by the time the lady was taking me upstairs to show me the available rooms one gentleman ran in like a mad ant to say all the rooms were full. I did not fuss, I just left. I went to this brothel being run by a lady since on a previous occasion she had offered to rent me a room. She was very pleasant and invited me to sit in her Lounge. Of course sizing me up for the attack. Having made the mistake like everyone else that I was easy prey she eventually told me that I should return at 10 p.m that is the slow period. I left and said I would be in touch. Of course I did not return. Treacherous and cheap black people. We behave like Cannibals the manner in which we gobble up each other at the bidding of the White man. Unfortunately, my bag with my clothes was stolen in the early hours of the morning while I was relieving myself by fertilising some grass. I had quite a few nice pieces in that bag which I was looking forward to unfolding in Ghana and Nigeria as I attended church. Talking about the Church, all major denominations are in Sierra Leone. Sad to say I did not see the salt of the earth, light of the world nature of our Christainity. The Churches I saw looked the same way like Freetown in need of some serious infrastructural overhaul. Of course while the scriptures were not on the heart of the people it certainly was on their vehicles. You had no problem knowing who were Muslims and who were Christians example God is Great (Christian) Allah is great (Muslim). In the area of transportation over-charges and sometimes the owners of labour lock down their system on me and I had to pay premium rates to get where I am going. The first time I went to the Canadian Consulate the so-called Christian robbed me blind. The other major challenge was in the area of the internet because person's agendae was to shut me down completely and shut down my Social Media presence. I had great challenges in this area. The first internet cafe I used the gentleman fiddled with my FB account and gave FaceBook the opportunity to illegally close me down for a number of months. The Spirit has been ministering to me about what is taking place in this area. Even though the criminals have all my legal documents at their disposal and I mean all. My name is the big obstacle. There is only one RAPHLETA ROSEMARIE TAYLOR. If anyone presents my documents without my presence they have to be able to answer some serious questions. No institution can tell me that they did not know. I am all over Social Media. All they have to do is ‘Google it’. That is why people harassed me and I had to change the name of my Canada Revenue Agency My Account. For the same reason they want to shut down my Yahoo and my FaceBook Accounts, because my name is unique. Normally any account I open I just use my first name. The only reason why they were able to steal my money from PayPal is because of internal help at TD Bank and Paypal. My account was supposed to have been closed. Canada is a dangerous place with all levels of criminality. This is saying especially to you people in the Caribbean these little common English names which you all are using, you need to go to God for names of your children. Cut out all these foolishness like the name of the year is ‘Charlotte’ for example. Did the Holy Spirit tell you that your child is a Charlotte? That internet shop was on Siaka Stevens Street, I then used one on Howden Street. This institution needs to be cleaned up. Then I used an expensive one in Aberdeen on the road to Sea Coach. This one was expensive so they allowed me to do my work, then the criminals taught them their tricks. They actually blocked me while I was using my OneDrive. I had to circumvent them. Then they are calling their Pastor. One showed me his Bible school certificate. Lord help my Holy Ghost. The other major challenge was the restrooms. I had to purchase my own tissue paper because people were told not to make any available when I'm using the restroom. Not only that they would sometimes shut off the water on me. I had to be creative. One of the things in Jamaica is even if the area does not have water running in individual pipes you can always find a stand pipe as we call it, in the community. Where everyone can come and get water and socialise. I did not find much of that in Africa. They were going to the river. Then all the Pakistanis and Indians and Arabs shut down their facilities on me. I had to start doing things strategically. At one time I reached Sea Coach I was only able to use their restroom twice. Then I was ejected again. Then I tried the bus stop but there were holes in the ground again. The next major challenge was food. The Pakistanis, Indians and Arabs banned me from their stores again. I would not go to the market because that is open poisoning. The people were after poisoning me. I remember while I was in the Police Station they had this gentleman overlooking me. My chair was placed in a specific position. The corrupt Police left him so he could look me over. All I did was wonder what happened to all these fools I was meeting. The last thing I want to leave you with is how I escaped Sierra Leone. These people were cooperating fully with the kingdom of darkness. Then one Sunday I was walking along Lumley Beach and met a Christ Embassy Church. I was so glad I could get a Bible. When I went over there the lady gave me two of their devotionals. I was so upset I just returned them and moved along. When I went to the Bible Store the prices for Bibles were out of this world. NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE I wanted to give you an example of my ordeal in Sierra Leone. I will give the last part because all the gory details are enough to fill a book. The Consular General told me to complete my document. I needed to get a picture. I went and got the picture that night while I was sleeping. It was stolen. The picture cost SLL200,000. I decided I was going back to the photographer to find out what I should do. During this time I was having serious difficulties settling at nights because it was constant harassment. I was having a problem with toilets. I used to use the Catholic Church in the mornings even though it did not have proper facilities. The pipe in the restroom was disconnected. One Sunday morning the Priest was waiting for me in his robe to tell me that I could not use his toilet. His goon was there to ensure that I did not. I just went around the front and did a number one. Here it is, I was going to be writing to you Roman Catholics in North America and Europe and tell you all that the reason you were falling into sin is that you are too pampered in comparison to your brothers in Africa. Here it is when I am in America and Europe there are prayer books and hymnals to spare. In fact the first thing I did was get my books when I entered any Roman Catholic Church. They had them to spare and very new. I tell you people there was none in this Catholic Church. All I saw them put out were some tattered song books and the prayer books looked quite ancient. In fact, the book is updated every year because it has all the sermons and prayers which will be preached for the year. Not like you unruly Evangelicals. Their things are done decently and in order. That is what I was going to be writing about and that you people need to correct this anomaly immediately. Is it not one church? Anyway cockroach nuh business inna fowl fight, dem run mi out a dem bruk dung toilet. Like Jesus and the Pharisees, unuh neva si dat mi foot dutty but she is washing my feet with her tears and drying it with her hair. Unuh guh wey fram mi unuh Far-you-sees and Sad-you-sees. Wid unuh bad heart. St Luke 7 verses 36 -50. TRANSLATION Anyway, cockroaches have no business getting involved in a fowl fight (fowl eat cockroaches), they ran me out of their broken down toilet. Similar to Jesus and the Pharisees, you did not see that my feet were dirty but she is washing my feet with her tears and drying it with her hair, get away from me you Pharisees and Sadducees. You have bad hearts! I used to buy from another Pakistani and use his restroom. He told his security that I was no longer welcome. I bought a pine from a lady when I was by the beach peeling the pine. I found the pine was very battered on the inside. I found it suspicious so I threw away half of it. The pine is very sweet and juicy. However, this is why I buy in the supermarkets because I do not trust the natives. It used to be that they would shut the supermarket door when they saw me coming. I went by the beach. I would be bothered, one morning I got up there was a fellow in my bag. He said his name was Moses. Another night I was lying by the beachfront one fellow came off his bike and came to me to tell me that he wanted to F^&* me. I said ‘Oh yeah and went for my knife and said come F”^& me. Oh people, I forgot to tell you about the Police Station across from the Mayor’s office there in Freetown. After the officer told me that the police would not be able to protect me on Wallace Jackson Street every night when the police saw me coming they locked their door. The night my bag was stolen not only did they close the door but they also batten down with some ply board. See no evil hear no evil. Then someone tried to tell me that they were not police. I said what? You drive the vehicle and wear the clothes and you are not police? Since I was by the beach in Aberdeen which was near Lumley. I decided that in order to get my pictures I would stay by a Supermarket the night before which had 24 hours security near the top of Wilkinson Road by the Crossroads in Lumley. The people who took the pictures were located off Wilkinson Road on a street called Lower Border line. When I reached I rested on a bench beside the supermarket one fellow came and told me I could not stay there. I said no problem and went to sit by some water bottles on the supermarket side where the Security Guards were sitting. He came and said I could not stay there either. I told him he had no authority over that side and he was to go about his business. I was not doing any harm and the Security Guards were there. The next thing I know is the crook took out a whip and gave me two slaps. By the time I went after him he gave me two more. I was focused on getting my hand on him because I had no weapon. All I felt was when a second criminal hit me in my back with a chair. I went for one of the water bottles but they were full and too heavy. Then a third criminal hit me and I toppled over. I was looking for a weapon and fell over the water bottles from a lick that the first criminal gave me. I was on my back and looking up at the first criminal who had a piece of stick shaped like a post in his hand. All I remember saying was Daddy is this it? Because I am ready to go to the ultimate with these criminals. Then the Security Guards seemed to realise that things were going to get out of hand and they got the criminals off me and gave me my things. I had two cuts from the ordeal, one on my leg and one on my hand. I have the scars from this war. Because this is all out war!! Then I went across the street because I was determined that no crooks were going to get me out of my place. There were some residences and the people had a shed. I sat there and the crooks came again. This time one who was not involved in the first skirmish decided that he wanted a piece of the action. He came after me with a whip again. I just lifted up the bench I was sitting on and went after him. He scattered! Then another little foolish one came and he went for a dog. The dog did not even open its mouth once, a big German Shepherd. In order to stop the harassment because I realised there was a youngman who was driving the strife. One of those who wear their pants under their bottom who looked like a homosexual. I went and sat across the road near some business place for the rest of the morning until the supermarket opened. In the opening hours of the supermarket. The owners came and were very busy with some soldiers. I thought all the drama had ended from the night before and they were just securing the place. When I went to the supermarket door when it was opened one soldier was trying to stop me from entering. I just shook him off. I went in and used the restroom with a lot of harassment. When I was ready to shop the soldiers literally pushed me out of the store and lifted me up and carried me across the street. Literally pushed me out of the store for I was putting up a resistance. I needed juice and water and a knife. Anyway since it was still early I decided to go to Kroos Town to Chaitraim. This was the relative to the one on Rowdon Street who had told me I was persona non-grata. I told you the Indians and Pakistanis own the place. I was not seeing the Chinese but as soon as I started seeing them in the supermarkets and on the streets things got decidedly worse. I saw a one-eyed Chinese person. I saw a mad one and a number of others in the supermarket. When I reached this supermarket they wanted to stop me at the door but I just brushed them off again and went in and got a little knife, water and some juice. These people will poison your system. I was suspecting their water. Then I went back to the Photo Studio. One of the things which happened is that the owners of the transportation shut down the system on me. All the vehicles pass me by. Then some so-called Christian comes to your rescue but they are just as dishonest because they overcharge you. Now looking in hindsight it would seem that they do not own the vehicle. They only drive them. When I reached the studio no one wanted to deal with me. I just sat outside and slept until one of the Ethiopians came and gave me the pictures. I had been there on two previous occasions and were turned away and had no intention of leaving again. The pictures were actually taken by an Ethiopian. I walked from Lower Border Line out to Wilkinson Road. I sat by the store out front. To my surprise as I was just sitting and relaxing, one disgusting blackman attacked me. In our struggles he took away my plastic bag I had with the knife and some things. I tried to bite him to get him off me but he actually started to put his mouth on me.The man was full of pure demons telling me he wanted me to go home with him. In order to shake him I had to be running in the streets. This did not shake him at all because when I turned my back he started to feel up my bottom. What was amazing to me is that these crooked Indians, Pakistanis and Chinese have these black people so bound up that no one came to my rescue. People stood there looking and no one came to my rescue. I finally got rid of that demon and decided to start walking because no one would pick me up. If I stopped beside any vendors and they started moving. Then I move with them because it simply means people are preparing to attack me. It went like this until I reached the top of the road. Then I had a taxi man stop for me. You guessed people this time he said he was a Pastor. However, he took all of my money. I just hired him to take me to the other set of criminals, the Canadian Consulate. You guessed people he did not know where the Consulate was. I had to give him directions. When I reached the Consulate I was frazzled. I told the security I was not leaving until I saw the Consular. I gave the youngman who worked there the picture which everyone was after. After a while Mr. Koffie Macauley came on explaining the situation to him; the safest place he seemed to be able to offer was the hospital. I went to the hospital. They did not keep me for more than a couple of days because they said nothing was wrong with me. However, the Doctor said is that all you want to tell us, Miss Taylor? So that if the police asked. I think that was why they wanted to get rid of me so fast the circumstances under which I was there. Then they have this bad habit of waking me up while I was sleeping and asking questions. I don't even know which part of the hospital I was in. All I know is one day I got up and a fellow was there in the room sleeping. At certain stages God just locks down your brain so you are not able to process certain things. I did not look at the criminal. I was moved to a Guest House. I am still analysing my experience because I know I had some nocturnal visitations. Then I was given some Indian and Pakistani old bruk which I am still trying to get rid of.Glad to say at this stage I have gotten rid of everything. The coat was the last. The Pakistani and Indians did their usual art work with dirt. I had to get rid of it. The sneakers the Chinese did their business with. The swelling of my feet. They literally destroyed and tore up everything which belongs to me. I do not even like to see these people, the Chinese and Caucasians. The criminals let us drive overland to the airport which took all day. The sea trip only took 20 minutes and SLL 400, 000. Would you believe at the airport they tried to get the flight to leave me? I ordered some food, and they gave me what they pleased. I wanted the black chicken. They gave me the white one. It is more than tongue can talk. Before we go on the last day before I left one white fellow came and visited me. I mean in person. He would have known everything about me so I asked him his name. He told me John. The next time we speak. I will tell you how the crooks in Canada stole my handbag with all my documents as I landed. I will also discuss my bout with Malaria. I am still wondering how that one happened. I never had to say ‘shoo’ to any mosquito while I was in Africa. We will also advise the crooks in charge of this operation that they are going to have to kill me but I do not want to know them. I want nothing to do with any of them. REFLECTION Just stood in the immigration line in the Paris Airport, the wing built by the Chinese and wrote a blog. I first got the word ‘Well Blockers” out of Genesis 26 verses 12-15 even when you have reached Rehoboth there is still Beersheba, the place of constant flow and peace and rest. Then I wrote the Blog. CRITICAL DEFINITIONS Book - a major division of a treatise or literary work the books of the Bible Jeremiah From the Hebrew name וּהָמי ְרִ ְי) Yirmiyahu) meaning "YAHWEH will exalt", from the roots וםּר) rum) meaning "to exalt" and הָי) yah) referring to the Hebrew God. This is the name of one of the major prophets of the Old Testament, the author of the Book of Jeremiah and the Book of Lamentations (supposedly). He lived to see the Babylonian destruction of Jerusalem in the 6th century BC. Life Tha animate existence or period of animate existence of an individual. (how long you live for) Lessons An amount of teaching given at one time, a period of learning or teaching Plans An intention or decision about what one is going to do Purposes The reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE BOOK OF JEREMIAH VI. Declarations of Judah 52 Chapter 52 Judgement on Judah This is the culmination Chapter focusing on Jewry. The culmination of Jeremiah’s prophecies. Verse 1 Zedekiah’s Grandfather name is Jeremiah Just thought I would mention that! Verse 2 Zedekiah the Idolater Verse 3 Rebellion of Zedekiah against Nebuchadnezzar Verse 4 Jerusalem Under Siege Verse 5 City Under Siege for the 11 years of Zedekiah’s Reign Verse 6 Famine on the Land Verse 7 City went Nuts/Army Flee Verses 8 - 11 Judgement on King Zedekiah and his Sons 8 But the army of the Chaldeans pursued after the king, and overtook Zedekiah in the plains of Jericho; and all his army was scattered from him. 9 Then they took the king, and carried him up unto the king of Babylon to Riblah in the land of Hamath; where he gave judgment upon him. 10 And the king of Babylon slew the sons of Zedekiah before his eyes: he slew also all the princes of Judah in Riblah. 11 Then he put out the eyes of Zedekiah; and the king of Babylon bound him in chains, and carried him to Babylon, and put him in prison till the day of his death. Verses 12 - 14 Jerusalem Burned 12 Now in the fifth month, in the tenth day of the month, which was the nineteenth year of Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon, came Nebuzaradan, captain of the guard, which served the king of Babylon, into Jerusalem, 13 And burned the house of the Lord, and the king's house; and all the houses of Jerusalem, and all the houses of the great men, burned he with fire: 14 And all the army of the Chaldeans, that were with the captain of the guard, brake down all the walls of Jerusalem round about. Verse 15 Jews Carted off to Baylon Verse 16 Poor People Left to Keep the Land Verses 17 - 23 The Temple Destroyed The Europeans in Africa acted like the looting Chaldeans. They took everything of value including the people. 17 Also the pillars of brass that were in the house of the Lord, and the bases, and the brasen sea that was in the house of the Lord, the Chaldeans brake, and carried all the brass of them to Babylon. 18 The caldrons also, and the shovels, and the snuffers, and the bowls, and the spoons, and all the vessels of brass wherewith they ministered, took they away. 19 And the basons, and the firepans, and the bowls, and the caldrons, and the candlesticks, and the spoons, and the cups; that which was of gold in gold, and that which was of silver in silver, took the captain of the guard away. 20 The two pillars, one sea, and twelve brasen bulls that were under the bases, which king Solomon had made in the house of the Lord: the brass of all these vessels was without weight. 21 And concerning the pillars, the height of one pillar was eighteen cubits; and a fillet of twelve cubits did compass it; and the thickness thereof was four fingers: it was hollow. 22 And a chapiter of brass was upon it; and the height of one chapiter was five cubits, with network and pomegranates upon the chapiters round about, all of brass. The second pillar also and the pomegranates were like unto these. 23 And there were ninety and six pomegranates on a side; and all the pomegranates upon the network were an hundred round about. Verse 24 The Priests Taken into Captivity Verse 25 Additional People Taken by The Captain of the Army to Babylon Verses 26 -27 Nebuchadnezzar Killed the People They found Hiding These are the people who acted contrary to Jeremiah’s warning. 26 So Nebuzaradan the captain of the guard took them, and brought them to the king of Babylon to Riblah. 27 And the king of Babylon smote them, and put them to death in Riblah in the land of Hamath. Thus Judah was carried away captive out of his own land. CONCLUSION We made it we survive, When the Enemy tried to take our lives No weapon formed against us shall prosper We survive! I survive the Europeans I survive the Canadians I survive the Chinese I survive the Pakistanis I survive the Indians I survive the South Americans I made it I survive I survive My future is very bright.. I am an overcomer!! Let us give the person who wrote the song the credit. Here is We Made It by Hezekiah Walker and Love Fellowship Choir. Having made it through much bucking and nodding of the head we have come to the climax of the series The Book Of Jeremiah - Life Lessons in Plans and Purposes. Let us review some of the things we have learned. The number one thing is to remember that you are not an accident Jeremiah 1 verse 5. God has a plan and a purpose for your life. The end of your life has already been recorded Jeremiah 29 verse 11. Sorry you are not leaving Earth until you have accomplished that end Jeremiah 1 verse 5, Jeremiah 29 verse 11. Bad things happen to good people based on this book. He was cast into prison, the dungeon Jeremiah 20 verse 2, 38 verse 6. He was fed with bread and water . His scrolls were burnt Jeremiah 36 verse 23. He went into captivity. I am reminded of the calling of the Apostle Paul. It went like this: For I will show him the ‘great things he must suffer for my name's sake’. Acts 9 verses 15 - 17. Did Paul suffer? II Corinthians 11 verses 21 - 33. I was reading a Psychologist in the Jamaica Gleaner on Sunday April 3. I suppose she would say that Paul has a lot of trauma he needs to deal with. This modern Christianity does not reconcile with what is in the Bible. The book of Jeremiah is full of a number of noteworthy gems. I have one more project to do. That of collating all the warfare scriptures in the book. Overall it was a fantastic experience. I would not have given it up for the world. I am more blessed for having gone through the experience. My next project you will know about when I start writing. I do not want anyone preempting me. Until we communicate again: This is Raphleta, Lillene’s baby girl coming to you from Toronto, Canada. The city of the CN Tower! À bientôt REFERENCES The Book of Jeremiah - King James Version of the Bible