After 56 years I finally know the truth. My parents have been lying to me about my heritage.
I am from the west coast of Africa, Ghana to be specific.
By looking at me you might have doubts.
Forget that I have been told that my paternal grandfather’s family came from Ireland. Forget that they say my uncle traveled there to meet the Irish kin folk. I’ve no tangible proof of this.
Forget that my paternal grandmother’s family spoke Swedish in her home when she was a child and that her maiden name was Hansen.
Forget that I am a blonde with hazel colored eyes; that two of my sisters are blondes and have blue eyes; that the other sister is a red head.
Forget that many of us have freckles.
Forget that we were born in the mid-west. (Shut up. That’s a secret.)
I have irrefutable proof from my relatives in Ghana.
Three or four times a day I receive an e-mail from the official Emissary of some relative who died in a tragic manner and left all of their money to me. Said relative died without any heirs so the official Emissary tracked me down and needs to send the money to my bank account here in the States.
It is of urgent importance. He told me this in the e-mail. The money must be moved out of the country before it and he are discovered.
Apparently Uncle Abdouhl el_Kamal Hinney was not liked by all people. During the coup against his regime, in some previously unknown territory, my uncle was beheaded. His fortune survived while he did not.
Now it’s mine, all mine.
Well, all of it except the fee for the great risk the official Emissary is taking; and the transfer fees; and the monetary conversion fee; and the fee for the official document stamps; and the fees spent in locating me, the only living relative; and the fees needed to spirit the money out of Ghana.
But I am told it is still a great sum of money, approximately $50,000,000. That’s million people.
I’m not sure if that is before or after the fees. I’m also not told what the fees are. But hey, my uncle went through all this trouble, after he was dead, to make sure the money made it in to my hands.
Apparently the news of my relatives in West Africa has spread. People there have great faith in me, or so I am told via e-mail.
I am such a wonderful person that I have also been contacted by Mrs. Mary Youva Bin Takin about the unfortunate demise of her husband at the hands of rebels. It’s such a tragic story. Not only was he killed but she is now dying of cancer. They have no children, but they have managed to locate me, the only kind soul left on this earth to whom they can entrust his fortunes to use for the good of mankind. He made her swear, before his death, that she would get the money out of their country and in to the hands of a person who would do something good with it.
Once again I do not know exactly how the fortune was amassed. Mrs. Mary Youva Bin Takin does not say that she needs any of the money for the treatment of her cancer. She does not speak of an official Emissary. She does however ask for my personal information only to verify I am who I say I am.
I have a problem with this last request.
For all these years I thought I was of European ancestry. Now I find out via e-mail that my relatives are in West Africa. How can I be sure of anything?
I’m awaiting a confirming e-mail to clarify all of this for me. I’m quite sure it will arrive today complete with photos, a family tree, and verifiably forged documents. I may need to send them my personal information first.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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