You Know Where To Find Me If You Want To Kill Me

Luther 8

Martin Luther King Jr.

Bad association spoils useful habits. The reason many like to keep away from lies, hypocrisy, crime, violence, prostitution etc. But in today’s world, everything has changed. If you are not a bad influence you can’t get friends. Looking for a true friend now, is like a search for a precious stone on a large acre of plot.

Nevertheless, those that want to live in truth, will continue to search, in spite of the pain, agony, humiliation, threat etc, that follow them. I was raised in a family that believed everything opposite to the principles in the Bible, including laziness, is a sin. Therefore I find it extremely hard to smile, when it’s time to frown or praise when time to criticize.

The decay and corruption of the society have rapidly affected every sector, including our judiciary system. Truth will not set you free, instead it may give you a lot of discomfort and sometimes may lead to your death, as it happened to Dr. Jeff Bradstreet, for opposing autism vaccine he considered dangerous for the health and former New York Times journalist, Sarah Kershaw,  exposing  the CIA’s mind control program of illegal program of experiments on human subjects.

Reading such articles in this dangerous world don’t scare me, instead they encourage me. The reason I teamed up with Holland’s Micro-Surgeon/Scientist Johan Van Dongen, to write every necessary article, to let the world know that a medical crime is being covered up by European and American leaders.

Just as I said, the truth will not always set you free, some may give you a lot of worries. Following his forty-years of research, fully and satisfied that Aids and Ebola were medical crimes used as bio-weapons against Africa, Professor Dongen published his findings, but little did he know that his native country, The Netherlands (Holland) will punish him for publishing the truth. He was betrayed by some of his scientist friends and eventually it cost him his job as a lecturer at the university.

The same hatred is generated towards me by some of the Belgian journalists, due to my uncensored raw articles. It’s like I’m exposing them. It’s like I have them to be recognized as liars, rather than self-dedicated honest journalists. If you are an European or American journalist and you find it hard to write openly that Aids, Ebola, Lassa fever etc; are medical crimes against Africa, I ‘m an African, I will do that and please don’t hate me for this. Hate yourselves for being liars and hypocrites.

About the fear of dying, that’s not in my agenda. Truth is always bitter than the bile. If you want that bitterness to taste sweet in your mouth, try to cultivate the habit of speaking the truth, because it’s our responsibility to restore out nation’s dignity, not to ruin it.

Should in case I die today, I will be very happy to go down my grave, but I want the truth to be published. The Belgian media shouldn’t write I committed suicide or drug related incidence, because Joel Savage doesn’t know what suicide is, above all I haven’t seen hashish before let alone cocaine.

Africa Beware! God Can’t Find Any Sincere European Or American Leader

Obama 10Barack Obama: Smiling behind mischievous heart and hypocrisy

By Joel Savage and Johan Van Dongen

The common citizens of every country, depend on the government to provide them education, good drinking water and sanitation facilities, proper medical and health-care system etc, but the drastic effect of corruption, diseases, frustration and laziness in Africa, are some of the problems, which have affected the poor and helpless African leaders, to shift their attention on Europe and America for help, which often comes but at a very deadly cost.

There is no continent in history, which has suffered aggression, slavery, colonization, Apartheid, looting, depopulation, medical crimes etc, than the African continent. The question many ask, while others don’t bother to know is: Why Africa?

This reminds me of a story in the Bible about two men in one city; one was rich, and the other poor. The rich man had great flocks of sheep and herds of cattle;  but the poor man had only one little lamb that he had bought. It grew up in his home with his children, and drank out of his cup, and lay upon his lap, and was like a little daughter to him.

One day a visitor came to the rich man’s house to dinner. He did not take one of his own sheep to kill for his guest. He robbed the poor man of his lamb, and killed it, and cooked it for a meal with his friend. This is exactly the same situation Africa stand. They look upon Europe and Europe as their redeemer, saviour or faithful masters, without knowing that their only interest is to destroy the continent.

Most of the ethnic conflicts, tribal wars, political unrest and medical crimes, including Aids, Ebola, Lassa fever, Zika virus were caused by Europe and America. Anyone who doubts what I am talking about, should read the book, “The Shadow Of The Sun” by the Polish writer, author and journalist, Ryszard Kapuściński.

Africans, like African-Americans were very happy indeed, following the inauguration of Barack Obama as 44th United States President. The African-American or the Black man needs to be happy, because the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. has become a reality. But what African-Americans failed to realize is, Obama as a Black president hasn’t any magic wand to make life better for them.

Like every American president, Barack Obama swore the oath: I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

This oath confirms that Obama is not going to tell Africa, African-Americans or Africans in the Diaspora that Aids, Ebola, Lassa Fever, Zika virus etc, were medical crimes tried on the Black man as bio-warfare product or bio-weapons. Obama is not going to tell Black Americans that they were used unwilling and unwitting for experimental at the hands of the America’s medical establishment.

Again do African-Americans expect Obama to tell them that the American government collaborated with scientists and stole Henrietta Lacks’ cells without her knowledge in 1951, and became one of the most important tools in medicine, vital for developing the polio vaccine, cloning, gene mapping?

There is no American president in the past or present who are sincere, faithful and truthful. Like ex-president Bill Clinton denying of sleeping with Monica Lewinsky, then confessed later that he did, all American leaders are liars and those coming after Obama will put on the same perfume of lies.

Obama came to office as a real handsome man, because of hypocrisy, shady deals, cover up of crimes, including the killing of Dr. Jeffrey Bradstreet, for opposing vaccine against autism, he now looks fragile and gaunt like one of Africa’s Aids patients.

Whatever evil a man sows, same he shall reap, but sometimes I feel very sorry for the normal and common American citizens, who have to pass through difficulties, because the government’s bad policies and the evil seed the past and present leaders have sown.

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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