Life As Immigrant At The Notorious Pantanella In Via Casilina Rome

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma Novembre 1990 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan, Bangladesh, Africani tra cui (Joel Savage) Panoramica della Pantanella. Rome

As a child growing up in a strongly religious family, I was thought that everything which is opposite to the teachings of the Holy Bible, including laziness is a sin. I tried my best to live a clean life. We were thought to believe that Israel, Jerusalem, and other Biblical countries were all in heaven, without a slight knowledge those countries were on the same earth we are living today.

When I left my family looking for a job, I tried to be sincere and prevented doing anything wrong which could land me in jail. I read that jail changes people’s attitude to be good or worse. But I wasn’t interested to know the positive or negative influences of jail on people. My only interest is never to be there because it’s not the right place for me.

In the year 1990, from Lagos, Nigeria, I made a transit in Rome, on my way to German. In Rome, I was detained at the Fiumicino airport. The Italian immigration regularly does that to many foreigners, especially Africans. Like a tourist, I walked around the airport lounge without a room to sleep and food for three days. On the third, I was really starving, so I approached one of the immigration officials and said to him that I am hungry. He looked at my face and asked me “Am I your father?” Then he walked away.

Without knowing what the officials have in store for me, I handed over an application for asylum as a journalist and it worked, because I have some few publications over my profession on me. On the fourth day, from nowhere came one of the immigration officers, he said to me: “Your application has been accepted, today the police will come to take you to Rome.” I was shocked beyond expression.

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.

 The good Samaritan didn’t only deliver the unexpected message, but he pulled out from his pocket a number of notes and said to me: “I don’t want my colleagues to see me giving you money, buy some food to eat at the airport.” I didn’t take the money. I told him: “This important information you have given to me has taken all the hunger away, thank you.” He walked away with his money.

On the fourth day, the police came, just as the officer told me and took me in a police car to the city, Rome, and left me there to fight for my survival. Without anywhere to sleep, I passed all my nights at the Central Train Station. Among other Africans, we watched a big television screen during the day to forget our misery, then in the night, I go to sleep at my hiding place. The police and the workers at the train station never discovered the place I slept.

After some time, I discovered places where I could eat every day without paying for food. I could take my bath and take some clothes. One of such places was at ‘Via Dandolo.’ Daniela, the head of the Caritas (Charity) at Via Dandolo, was a very good woman, but one of her female workers was a very bad woman. A thief. Since we had no address, our letters passed through the Caritas at Via Dandola and this woman took the opportunity to steal money from our letters.

I caught her twice, so I wasn’t surprised when I lost the 10 pounds a friend sent me from England, but I didn’t tell Daniela about it. Through the Caritas, I had my initial lessons and attended classes to learn the Italian. I was one of the best immigrants who could write and speak the language fluently, yet my life was miserable because I was still sleeping at the train station.

In Rome, I was robbed, admitted and operated at a hospital, but the nurse refused to touch me, because of my color, thus; every morning when on duty, she calls someone to attend to me, but she had time for every Italian patient at the hospital. I was once sitting in the hospital’s garden after the operation, when an Italian old man, one of the patients came close to me, looked at my face and said to me: “Marocchino motaccizoa.” – an insult, after mistakenly taken me as a Moroccan. I didn’t say a word.

Then all of a sudden, as if it was announced on the radio, all the immigrants in Rome, without accommodation, discovered an abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ Pantanella is notoriously known for all criminal activities, including drug peddling and crime, similar to drug cartel zones of Mexico. One needs strength, courage, heart and braveness to survive at that place. Italians think they are brave, but many of them dare to pass Via Casilina, the street Pantanella is located in the night.

That was the place I lived and worked as a toilet cleaner for thousands of immigrants, using six containers as toilets, to raise money to feed. I was employed by the Muslim head at the place. It’s terrible and frightening to live at Pantenella. It wasn’t a prison, but the place, I think was tough like Alcatraz, because of the criminal activities many illegal immigrants engaged in feeding.

 

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Scoppia un incendio durante lo sgombero Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.A fire during the evacuation

The abandoned factory accommodated both soft and hardened criminals from various countries, including Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Africa etc. I lived in Pantanella for four months, and the Italian government tired of the crimes going on in that abandoned Pasta factory ejected all the foreigners.

But the Italian government did something great for the African immigrants. Something we weren’t expecting. The government paid for two weeks stay in a hotel for all the Africans, with the ultimatum that before the two weeks expired, we should find a place on our own to live.

Through a very good sympathetic woman called Nana, (she died in Rome a few years ago) I got a job as a houseboy to serve one journalist called Claudio Lavazza, working at television station TG2, belonging to the former Italian Prime Minister, Sylvio Berlusconi. He provided me accommodation and paid me well. Besides, he gave me the new version of Fiat Cinque Cento (500) to drive. It may be likely that I was the first black man in the entire Italy to drive the new Fiat Cinque Cento when it freshly came out. I met other journalist friends of Claudio, including Michele Cucuzza.

After three years, I said goodbye to Rome and returned to Africa. I married and returned to Europe once again but this time choosing Amsterdam. ‘Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience’ is a book once started you’ll find it hard to put away, because of the shocking intriguing stories in the book. Find out more of what happened to me in Rome and later in Holland, which led me to detention in Amsterdam.

 

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Is Ghana’s Obinim Among The Many False Prophets That Will Arise and Deceive People?

Obinim 4The founder of International God’s Way Church, Daniel Obinim, claims has powers to heal.

“Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after many days and bring one-tenth of your income into the storehouse, so that there may be food in my house. Test me in this way,” says the Lord of Armies. “See if I won’t open the windows of heaven for you and flood you with blessings.”

These are some of the Biblical quotations that have inspired and generated a chain of fake pastors, churches, prophets and bishops, deceiving the people continually around the world.

Has God’s house becomes a den of thieves, criminals, cheats, adulterers, fornicators and lairs in Ghana? Ghana is known to be one of the most peaceful and God loving countries in West Africa, with a number of mosques and churches. But the sudden rapid increase of mushroom churches through out the nation, demands if the church truly cares about the poor, the afflicted and those with diverse problems or an institution of profit oriented business.

In my recent visit to Ghana, there is no place I freely passed, without seeing an advert or post boards of pastors, bishops and prophets, which reminded me of one of the prophesies of Jesus Christ: “Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many.” Matthew 24:4-5, King James Version.

Among a multitude of pastors in Ghana, is one called ‘Bishop’ Daniel Obinim, who claims has powers to heal and heads a church known as ‘International God’s Way Church. Ghanaians are very intelligent people, yet I couldn’t find the reason many people have lost their intelligence to follow someone called Daniel Obinim, even when he kowtowed so low to sleep with one of his associate pastor’s wives, one that claims of healing an impotent man by holding his penis and stomping a pregnant’s woman’s belly, during church service, talks of her wife’s vagina and involving in other deceitful acts.

What has happened to Ghana, this great nation? On the television, I couldn’t believe my ears, Obinim tells the congregation that he has powers to visit people in their dreams, when the great redeemer or messiah, Jesus Christ, who the storm obeys his voice, didn’t even visit any of his followers, whether dead or alive in their dreams.

It’s a fact that some people are using God’s name to steal, confuse, cheat and sleep with members of the church. Is Obinim one of them? Is Bishop and Prophet now titles everyone that claims serving God can confer on himself? The need to ask this question is necessary, because the prophets and bishops in Ghana are now too numerous to count, when the Bible gives reference to few people as major and minor prophets.

Jesus Christ suffered all kinds of persecution but never insulted or cursed anyone. He was oppressed and afflicted and like a lamb, he was led to the slaughter, without opening his mouth, yet Obinim who claims his powers were given to him by Jesus, on national television, insults and uses profane words on anyone that challenges his claims, including former head of state, John Jerry Rawlings. How can Ghanaians take such a person serious to generate such multitudes of followers? Something is wrong in Ghana.

Opinion

In the time of the apostles, there was a Pharisee named Gamaliel, a teacher of the law, who was honored by all the people. When the apostles were being mistreated, he stood up in the Sanhedrin and ordered that the men be put outside for a little while.

He said to them, “Men of Israel, take care what you propose to do with these men. For some time ago Theudas rose up, claiming to be somebody, and a group of about four hundred men joined up with him. But he was killed, and all who followed him were dispersed and came to nothing. After this man, Judas of Galilee rose up in the days of the census and drew away some people after him; he too perished, and all those who followed him were scattered.”

“Now there was a man named Simon, who formerly was practicing magic in the city and astonishing the people of Samaria, claiming to be someone great; and they all, from smallest to greatest, were giving attention to him, saying, “This man is what is called the Great Power of God.” Unfortunately, he also perished.

Standing on Gamaliel’s words, if Daniel Obinim claims that his powers were from God or Jesus, then he will surely survive, but if they are demonic, magic, occultism or voodoo, then Ghanaians will live to see the painful and disgraceful end of all fake pastors, for misusing God’s name to exploit their ignorant followers.

The Fight Against Terrorism Is The Responsibility Of Everyone, Not The Police Alone

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France police ready for action against terrorism

Do you know the reason some people like to bully other people? Because they see fear in the eyes of their victims. Terrorists are cruel, pitiless, savage and people without conscience, because their aim is to destroy, cause panic and fear in public and to kill. When they are successfully with such atrocities, they feel happy and say it loud “Allahu Akbar-God is great.

As a matter of fact, I don’t know the kind of God terrorists worship. If they claim ‘God is great,’ then they shouldn’t kill for a great God. It’s because the God they worship is a ‘WEAK GOD’ the reason they kill for him. There is no normal person on earth, who would put explosives on his body, enter where defenseless people, including children are and detonate to kill them.

I don’t have friends and the little friends near me are all scared to die, because of the nature of articles I write. Those I’ve lost contact with, because of a missing phone, wouldn’t like to give me back their numbers. The fear that when I’m in trouble, they may probably be implicated, because I have their numbers, is haunting them.

I feel very sorry for them, because the coward dies million times before their real death. In fact the only courageous man ever to live in this world that has been my best friend, is Holland’s Scientist and Micro-surgeon, Professor Johan Van Dongen. He is brave enough to tell the world that: Aids and Ebola were medical crimes against Africa.

Fear, is a psychological disease many people including Africans have. It is this fear that Islamic terrorists have observed among nations. Depending on the fears of people, terrorists use it as advantage to strike. The Charlie Hebdo deadly attack  and the recent  events in France; leaving dozens dead in shootings and explosions, are some of the terrible things terrorists can do.

The significant question is: If everyone wants to go heaven but nobody is prepared to die, because of fear, who is going to help the police to thwart terrorists actions? The harvest is plentiful but the labourers are few. Terrorism is a universal crime planned against humanity, the police therefore needs help from the general public to make investigations easier.

How can we make it easier for the police to fight against terrorism? Since terrorism poses a grave threat to national security and the lives of individual, the public has invaluable role to play in the fight against terrorists, violent extremists and other criminals. The public shouldn’t keep any information about terrorism. The police are there to help every time and in this crucial time. This is the time everyone should play the role as an investigator and informant.

The Hunter Who Couldn’t Find The Leaf Of Life

Certain stories make your ears tingle and captures your attention

Two snakes fighting

Certain stories make your ears tingle, capture your attention and make you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Since childhood, I have heard certain stories from my original native country, Ghana. Many of these stories are real, like that of Okomfo Anokye, who danced and chanted down the golden stool from heaven. 

Since the golden stool is still available in the Ashanti Kingdom and the sword he planted and said no one can pull it out, still stands at the place, there is no room to say that the stories are untrue.

I still think about this story, because I don’t know if it’s true or false. A hunter went hunting for a deer to feed his family. It was very sunny, as usual in tropical Africa. Tired and thirsty, he leaned his back against a tree, as he sits in the shade of a very big tree. Adjacent him, he witnessed something he had never experienced in his entire life as a professional hunter.

The hunter was treated to a dramatic fight between two deadly snakes. The fight which lasted over thirty minutes resulted in the death of one of the snakes. The hunter wasn’t sure if the snake was actually dead or was in coma because the creature was lifeless and every effort of the other snake to revive the dead reptile or bring it back to life was futile.

The live snake abandoned its lifeless opponent and went into the bush. Less than a minute the reptile emerged from the bush with a leaf in its mouth and inserted into the mouth of the dead snake, then suddenly the creature woke up and the two retreated into the bush. The amazed hunter tried to find the leaf the snake brought to wake the dead, but his search yielded to fruitless result.

He was totally disappointed and frustrated, as the wise snake didn’t leave behind a piece of the leaf for him to identify what that magic leaf was.  Could that leaf wake up a dead body? That was the question spinning in his mind. This is more than a mystery. God will never reveal everything to man because of greed. The rich would have bought everything to live forever and the poor man would never get the chance to enjoy a second life.

AFTERLIFE

TIM

We are all curious about afterlife, we all wonder what would happen to us after death, where we would go and what would heaven or hell be like. It is the story of one such mind that would take readers into not only weird, eerie and scary places but also a sad, compelling and a beautiful journey that is mostly otherworldly.

Read the book to find out about those mysterious places that would definitely make you wonder whether they were for real. I write for my charity ISSLCARE, the fund I get from my books is use to run it which in turn help finance impoverished families in Nepal so they can send their children to school.

The Author

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I was born in Dhampus, Kaski, Gandaki, Nepal, in 1963. I studied at the local school, and just like my fathers and uncles, I joined the British army at the age of 17, and came to Hong Kong in 1980 as a Gurkha soldier. After serving in the army for 13 years, I voluntarily retired in 1993 and went back to Nepal for a brief time before I got a job offer from a local company.

I returned to Hong Kong and never left. My job required me to visit China on a regular basis. China was just opening up, and I had the rare opportunity to see it firsthand from the very beginning. My wife and children joined me in Hong Kong two years after my return. We were lucky enough to be able to setup our small home here, and we have been here almost twenty years.

While I was busy raising my family and earning a livelihood, I had no time to think about other things in life. Since I started working at 17, I had no chance of going to the university, and I have learned everything from living my life. I worked really hard, earned enough to provide a comfortable life for my family and was lucky enough to be able to make choices in life.

I had always wanted to do something different after I turned fifty, something more important and meaningful that came directly from my heart, and would eventually make me happy. I never wanted to work for money after I reached a certain age in life. I wanted to spend the last half of my life following my heart, and that is precisely what I am doing now.

Writing has always been in me; the joy and satisfaction I get from writing are not possible from anything else. I genuinely feel at home only when I am writing; it is an excellent gift the Almighty bestowed upon me and I cannot waste it. I needed to use it for good and I have no intention whatsoever to write for fame or fortune.

I write for good, for society and for the people. Writers should write for global readers, not limiting or restricting themselves within certain boundaries or societies. They should write about global problems. I, for one, am going to try my best to do just that, God willing, and I sincerely hope I can make progress toward change.

As planned, I have already established a charity foundation on my family’s behalf, ISSLCARE FOUNDATION LTD. The money I get from selling my books will be used to run my charity, and henceforth, I will spend the rest of my life helping the weak, the poor and the needy. This promise was not done in a fit of emotions, nor is it some sort of gimmick to sell more books, but a commitment of a lifetime, which I will fulfill at any cost.

Please keep visiting us on a regular basis and see the progress being made. You won’t be disappointed. I couldn’t do it without the help, love and support of my dearest wife, my two children and my other closest families and friends. You are always on my mind; you keep me going. Please always remember that I am nothing without you guys; without you, nothing is possible. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I genuinely love and care for you all and will cherish you for the rest of my life. God bless you all!

All of my books are edited by VICTORIA GIRAUD, and I wish her a heartfelt thank you, as always.

Yours truly,
TIM I GURUNG

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The 7 Most Powerful Prayers That Will Change Your Life Forever

“Being raised in a Christian family, it’s very had for any atheist or non-believer to convince me that there is no God, because from childhood, I’ve experienced and felt the healing, comfort and protection hand of God. I don’t need to see to believe, because it’s written ‘God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.” John 4: 24. I haven’t shared my experience with God yet in any book, but that wouldn’t prevent me to feature this great book on my blog today.” – Joel Savage.

The 7 Most Powerful Prayers That Will Change Your Life Forever.

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In so many ways, God is always reaching for us: through circumstances in life, through hardships, and through joys. God is an intimate and loving Person Who is always looking for a way to draw nearer to us. But if we don’t reach back, we will never experience the depths of a fulfilling relationship with Him. Nothing in Heaven or on Earth can change our lives for the better, more than a personal relationship with the Lord.

In this book you will discover the seven greatest prayers that will create a life changing, heartfelt relationship with God. Being both a study and a prayer devotional The 7 Most Powerful Prayers That Will Change Your Life Forever will teach you the seven most important keys for growing nearer to Him.

The Author

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Adam Houge is a preacher, teacher and #1 international best-selling author of over 80 books on the Christian faith. He is a devoted husband and father of 3 boys. Through his travels he’s seen the need for a new awakening and a new revival: A revival of the heart. Come join Adam on this journey of redemption and experience God like never before!

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