Dear Sir/Madam,

I am Alfred Mutisi Tongai, the first son of late Sir. Nyamadzi “Mene VIII” Mutisi Tongai, who was the Paramount ruler and Chairman of the Mining co-operative Union in the eastern Marange diamond fields, Zimbabwe. I found your contact details while I was conducting a private research in your country companies’ directory for a reliable and capable foreign partner who will assist my family and me to transfer the sum of US$8.6 Million (Eight Million, Six Hundred United States Dollars) to any personal or company account for investment.

My father was among the miners and villagers who were brutally murdered in cold blood by the President Robert Mugabe coalition government troops during the raid of the Marange diamond fields that just happened in my country Zimbabwe last year. This money was mapped out by my late father for the development of a new farm in Namibia and also to buy some agricultural machine (Farming tractors) for a new farming season from Spain before his sudden death. As the first son of the family I am faced with the responsibility to manage my father’s estates.



We manage to flee our country to Spain, where my mother is receiving medical attention, after carefully consideration with my mother and my younger sister Mbeli and brother Thomas, we resolved to contact you for your most needed assistance. We duly apologize for infringing into your privacy as I make this proposal to you as a young man of integrity and God fearing.

This fund is deposited in a secret Security vault of a private Equity Trust Company here in Spain during one of fathers numerous business and medical visits. I am prepared to split 30% for you provided that 70% will be intact at the end, for my family investment in your country, as I am planning to relocate with my family to your country at the end. Note that this business is 100% risk free as my mother has planned out all the necessary modality for a free and smooth transaction.

I met a guy who is so much like me its scary.

Hes a musician , hes looking for a special someone , and it just might be me.

So hey everyone...

wish me luck!!!!

as we sat on the tailgate of his truck looking at the stars..we were moist with sweat, our eyes locked simultaneously and __________________?

they dont want me to help him with anything, though i want to, i also dont want to make my time in the marine corp. as bad as it already is, worse

yeah,but who knows how much more he can take,they constantly come in the room and make him do stupid things,hes hardly gotten any sleep and he couldnt go home cause he had to write the entire rank structure 150 times,he had plane tickets and everything.i feel pretty sorry for him.