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Her name is Mirabel
I was married to Aisha for 18yrs and we lived happily without children, we don't have any medical problem so we just couldn't explain why children were not forth coming but that didn't affect our lovely relationship then somehow God smiled down on us and gave us a son Rajid. I was 50 and Aisha 44 when she conceived.
Anyway, just after the birth of Rajid, she became sick. It was one morning as we were getting ready for work, she complained of pains on her chest and by evening my lovely wife was lying weak on a hospital bed, the next day, she began to deteriorate, her diagnosis showed that she had fluid that appeared to be a kind of virus and cancerous around her heart, that fluid was removed after a six hours surgery but she never woke up. She died.
I was left alone with a one month old baby but how i did it,i cannot explain then four years later,after sobering myself in grief,i found love again. Although i knew deep down me that i will never love her as crazy as i loved Aisha. We met online in one dating site, my friend Nahu had told me about people finding love over the internet. You see, i am an Indian, a Hindu and she is from South Africa and a christian but religion and race could not stop us.
Her name is Mirabel. We both exchanged series of E-cards, Mails and i made sure that we spoke everyday. You see, things happened so fast and by the seventh month,we were talking marriage, we planned to have a quiet weeding in India but two weeks for her to fly to Delhi,her brother, my supposed brother in-law called and told me that she was involved in a car accident returning from the India high commission. I blamed myself for her ordeal.
The next day, the same brother called me and asked me for a loan of six hundred dollars for her treatment, that i sent immediately knowing very well that i was doing it for my love so i told him that it was not a loan,we began to talk while she remained in coma then he told me about the gold mine and how Mirabel planned to use it to help the less privileged in their community in Soweto. He got me into the deal and as she recovered her consciousness and was able to speak,we began talks about the mine, the marriage was suspended for now.
She was an Angel, i mean, thinking about the poor even on her hospital bed blinded me and within the next couple of months, i sent over Five hundred thousand dollars to them for the exploration of the mine, i later traveled down to South Africa and that was where the whole thing came to light. I was kidnapped right from the airport and my kidnappers demanded One million dollars ransom.
I suffered four days ordeal in their hand before the money was finally transferred to an account which was later traced to Lebanon. Anyway, i don't know how it happened but i was rescued by the Police and after relating with the Scorpions as they are called, it became obvious that i was dealing with a crook. A Fraudster. I never saw Mirabel nor her brother,all the addresses i had with me does not exist in South Africa, the gold mine they told me about is situated in a property owned by Anglo Diamond and there was no record of her in any hospital in South Africa.
I lost my life savings to Mirabel and her accomplices, i lost everything i had as a man,all i labored with Aisha vanished because of a love i met online, i lost my moral sense and i lost all my friends because believe me, if you ever run out of money,you run out of friends. Now my only friend is my miserable five years old son whose life and future i personally destroyed. I wander with him day and night knowing very well that our time will soon come.
Be careful of who you talk to online
Mind what you revel to people about yourself
I made the same mistake and that was how they got me
The internet is very good
But believe me it hurts also
There are more lies online than in the real world
They target every age,race,class,sex,religion