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Diaspora: Kenyan Dies in the United States

We are saddened to announce the death of Robinson Awuor Onyango of All Nations SDA Church &The Arlington TX Kenyan Community. The Late Robinson Awuor lost his long battle with cancer and passed away on July 1st 2009. He expressed his will to have his body laid to rest at Nyawita, Gongo Location in Rangwe constituency (Homa-Bay District) – Kenya. His body is at D & D Johnson Funeral Home, Fort-Worth TX.             

FUNERAL FUNDRAISER FOR THE LATE ROBINSON AWUOR ONYANGO

Saturday, July 18th 2009, 8.00pm

The Funeral organizing committee, All Nations SDA Church & his family invite relatives, friends, church members & well wishers to a funeral fund raiser to cater for the funeral related expenses and to enable his burial in Gongo, Kenya. The Fundraiser will be held this saturday:

DATE: Sat, July 18th, 2009, from 8.00pm.

VENUE: All Nations SDA Church, 3618 Roosevelt Dr , Arlington TX 76016

We also invite you to his memorial service which will be held on Sunday, July 19th,2009 @ 4.00pm at the same location: All Nations SDA Church. We look forward to your moral & financial support.

Please remember his family in your prayers during this time of grief.

For further information, please contact:

Rev. N Opado  214-632-9970  
Eld. Sam Omullo  214-243-8908   
Eld. George Osano  817-690-6749
Elly Nyaidho 972-223-0623     
Eld. Steve Aseno   214-883-7716   
Dr. Jane K’Onditoi 682-553-4728
Jane Ondiegi 682-365-9798    
Dr. Paul Amimo817-691-3237       
Eld.Edward Nyansimera817-233-1451
Wycliff Ikobe 817-903-5970   
Sam K’Onditi   817-344-0047        
Phill Ogada 972-971-4182
Dr. C. Thuita 903-561-2449    
Benson Amaya 682-472-3042        
Robert maisori  817-495-5103 7600
Risper Abrams 469-360-0009 
Peter Isoe 817-343-8675                
Sam Ogaga  214-927-4969
Joshua Okallo   214-296-7603 
Eunice Ogana  817-692-5408        
Jared Oyoo 972-815-9535

Directions to Fundraiser & Funeral Service: From Hwy 360S to I-20 west going towards Fort-worth. Exit Bowen, turn right. Proceed about ½ mile, make a right on Roosevelt, about 2nd turn to the left arrive at All Nations SDA Church. From Fort Worth, take I-20 East, exit Bowen. Turn left and proceed as above.

July 16, 2009 Posted by makozewe | News & Analysis | 2 Comments

Ex-Girlfriend: “Masumbuko Played with my Emotions”

Translated from Swedish and edited by Okoth Osewe:

I still don’t believe that the person you call John Masumbuko (because that is not his real name) could do this to me. After fooling around with me for about one year, he has messed my life and then gone public with information about myself and what he did to me without considering how heartbroken I am. Since he is trying to communicate through this blog, I will do the same to tell my side of the story and to expose him.

Ex Swedish GF says Masumbuko is a player who manipulated her romantic emotions, destroyed her life and went to celebrate in public after leaving her pregnant

Masumbuko is a bad person who should not be given any attention whatsoever. He is a constant liar and I am very unhappy with myself for having been fooled for too long and having been too naive. However, I don’t regret anything because I fell in love with someone I thought was responsible and truthful. I am carrying his baby but now, I don’t care what happens to him because he is not even fit to be a father.

At 28, he told me that he has never fallen in “real love” before (even though he said he had met two girls) and that I was the first girl who had melted his heart with “true love”. Obviously, I didn’t believe him but he started doing some things which slowly brought me along. I have met boys and I know all these games about “babie I love you”, “you are so beautiful” and so on therefore I wasn’t going to fall for this cheap crap. There is something however that was different with Masumbuko.

He was black and I was curious because I have never been with a black guy before. This curiosity is common among white girls and my friends were really jealous when I fixed him. He is a very handsome guy and any girl can fall for him at first sight. He is stylish and well polished, something I liked so much about him. I was always comfortable with him anywhere we went. Most importantly, he is very good in bed. I had never gone through that kind of experience before and this too, hooked me up.

He brought to me another level of sexual experience that has never been known to me. Although I now hate him, I am not ashamed of giving him credit where necessary because this was the situation. These combinations came with promises that he would never leave me and that he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life. I had fallen in love before but I can say that he treated me differently.

Everything he did told me that he was “Mr. Right”. I got him a cleaning job through my uncle who runs a cleaning company and this made it possible for him to open a bank account. To thank me, he gave me his Visa card, saying that he trusted me 100% with his money. We would sit down and budget his pay and mine together and all seemed very fine. He gave the impression of a very open person. That was after he insisted that we could never play sex until we went for an HIV test because he wanted to be sure that he was not getting involved with an infected person. We both tested negative and that day, we had sex the whole night. He later told me that he hoped I wasn’t interested in him because of sex and I felt guilty because of my curiosity.

Soon after we started dating on a regular basis, he surprised me when one day, he went down on his knees in my flat and prayed to God for having blessed him by giving him such a beautiful and wonderful woman like me. He said that it was God who had arranged his trip to Sweden because God had a plan for both of us. He moved in soon after to live with me.

He said that he has been longing to have a girl exactly like me and urged God not to allow anybody to bring any barrier between us. I don’t believe in religion but I liked the prayers because it was me who was being prayed for under intimate circumstances. He is not religious either and sometimes I failed to understand why he would suddenly start praying for very small things.

He would, for example, pray for God for having kept us alive and safe during the day so that we would be together after he came from work. When I expressed surprise, he would tell me about the millions of people who had died that day, giving examples of Iraq, Palestine, Afghanistan etc. He would say that even in Sweden, people were dying and point out to everyday murders reported in the media to prove that anybody could die and that it is God who had kept us safe. There was no reason to argue with him because these prayers were harmless.

He was doing this when he knew he was married and when he knew he had a child he had abandoned in Kenya. I was very foolish to have believed him although I now think that I became “easy going” because while he knew what he wanted, I was completely unaware about his intentions.

As a human being, he has been very good. He is a very quiet person and talks very slowly. At home, he has been helping me with almost everything. He does the dishes, works the laundry, goes shopping, vacuum cleans the house every week, cooks food while he is very good in fixing the computer when it breaks down. I didn’t have to call friends to help me anymore. He has been very kind to me and he brought me up in the relationship to a level where I believed almost everything he said. What I didn’t know is that it was all games being played out with my emotions. This is what makes me very bitter.

I rarely told him that I needed something in the night because he would go out and fetch it if it was possible. One night at 11 O’clock, I told him that I was feeling like a Coca Cola and he took the night train and came back with a can of Cola an hour later because he loved me so much. This was Masumbuko, the player and it has taken a break-up for me to understand that he was playing with me.

Masumbuko’s “Second Prayer Answered”
He cheated me that he was a student at Stockholm University when he was actually a refugee. When I discovered his refugee card issued by Swedish Immigration authorities and confronted him, we talked about it and sorted the matter out. I forgave him and he promised to be truthful. I believed him when he produced some papers to show that he was a member of a human rights organization whose members were being killed by Kenyan secret police. He said that he cheated me that he was a student because he wanted to be sure that I don’t work for Swedish secret police who may have been trying to spy on him in order to dismiss his application. For him, it was just a matter of time before he told me about his refugee problems and that my discovery was slightly ahead of time.

After he convinced me that he was a student and I believed him, he worked his way and knew some university students. He took me to student parties and behaved as though he was part of the student community. That was before he moved in. When I recently asked some of his student friends what he studies, they said Masumbuko told them that he studies Economics although they did not bother to ask for any proof because what they wanted was his company.

On many occasions when I requested him that we meet other Kenyans so that I could get to know his Kenyan friends, he told me that he doesn’t know many Kenyans in Stockholm. One day in a pub, a guy came in who happened to know him and they spoke a language which I didn’t understand. The guy had a cup with a Kenyan flag on it so I could see that he was from Kenya. It’s him who taught me how the Kenyan flag looks like because I didn’t know. But when I later asked him who the guy was, he said that the guy is a thief who could duplicate my house keys without my knowledge, track me down and steal my things when I am at work. He warned me not to talk to the guy if I met him because he was a very good sweet talker. I believed him.

I was again surprised when we met another Kenyan at a reggae club (Mama Africa) and when I asked him about the guy, he said that the guy is a criminal who has been dealing in drugs and that he has been in prison four times. I never used to attend reggae clubs but he introduced me to it and it was good because the sight of other inter-racial couples at the club made me feel at ease.

Masumbuko warned me that the police follow the Kenyan guy everyday and that they note all his contacts so I should avoid him. He said that the guy was at the club to sell drugs and that he had been taught the habit by other drug peddlers. He gave me the impression that Kenyans are not good people otherwise how comes the only ones we met were bad boys? Now, I am questioning everything he ever told me.

Then, he told me about his brother he was educating in Kenya because his father had died in a road accident. He has been sending money to Kenya constantly and I have been very supportive. Recently, I discovered that the money he sends is to maintain his wife and child in Kenya, not for some school fees he talked about. I was devastated and felt used and stepped on like a door mat.

When I read the article at KSB, I got my shock. That his father is not dead and that all the good emails where his relatives talk good about me were written by him and sent through fake emails. He is not ashamed to tell the world how he fooled me. This is very cruel and I don’t understand how someone can do such a thing and then be happy to tell people about it. I don’t want to say that Africans are bad people because Swedish people also do bad things. But this is a very bad example of Kenyan people.

Then he told me that some times, he gets very worried that I would leave him. He drove me to tears by promising that he would commit suicide if I ever quit the relationship. We locked up our small fingers together and he gave me what he called a “forever kiss”. I couldn’t stand the thought of him killing himself and the thinking that he could kill himself because of me made me sick and worried some times. He kept on trying to persuade me to give him a guarantee that I would never break up the relationship. I did not know what to say so I asked him what he wanted. He delayed with the answer for almost a week and when I asked him why, he said that he was afraid he would shock me.

That was after we came from the immigration for questioning about our marriage. Eventually, he said that he wanted me to give him a baby as evidence that we were forever bound. I didn’t think much about it because I was myself “head over heels” in love and we had just become married so I accepted. I stopped using pills and shortly, I became pregnant. I joked with him that in Sweden, when a woman is pregnant, the man is supposed to wash her feet and he did it every day although the pregnancy was just a few weeks old. It was fun.

The day I broke the news that I was pregnant, he played it so well that we both cried with joy. He introduced a new Swahili word to the pregnancy (umebamba) which he used almost on a daily basis. On the prayer front, “God had answered his second major prayer” in the relationship. We went and borrowed a big bible from the Library at Sveavägen and put our hands on it as he prayed for 30 minutes for God to give us a happy future together. The only thing that kept convincing me that he was not a religious fanatic is his habit of drinking whisky. I now feel very stupid, foolish and simple minded. He took control of my emotions to play with them. It hurts to say the least.

I am very saddened that the baby thing was just another game. My parents are not racists. They don’t agree with the policy of open immigration and it is not true that when we visited my parents, my mother refused to shake Masumbuko’s hands. He is looking for sympathy and support. Masumbuko has destroyed my life and I am very sad that someone could do this and then tell the world about it.

Lotta Karlsson

July 16, 2009 Posted by makozewe | News & Analysis | 12 Comments