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January 2, 2014
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More Coke Found Off Mossel Bay

Four amounts of what appear to be cocaine, with an estimated street value of about R68m, have been found off Mossel Bay’s beaches since Christmas, Western Cape police said on Thursday.

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In the latest haul, a drum containing a black bag with 25 bricks of what appeared to be raw, unprocessed cocaine washed ashore near Mossel Bay between Hartenbos and Klein Brak River on Wednesday afternoon, Captain Malcolm Pojie said.

“A holidaymaker spotted the blue drum with the floating bag and alerted the police.”

On Tuesday, a man standing on his balcony saw a similar blue drum with a bag attached to it floating in the water off the beach in Rheebok, near Mossel Bay.

“The man, who was standing on his balcony, immediately rushed to the beach and retrieved the bag and floating drum,” said Pojie.

“He immediately informed the police, who on arrival discovered 25 bricks of what seemed to be clean cocaine which weighed approximately 1kg each.”

If it was cocaine, in its refined form the estimated street value of each brick within the two drums was around R1m, or R25m in total.

The powder would be sent to the police’s forensic laboratory for tests.

Captain Bernadine Steyn said the third amount was found after a swimmer contacted Mossel Bay police on Saturday around 09:00 informing them that a blue object was floating in the sea near Pinnacle Point.

“On arrival we found a blue drum and a black bag attached to each other with a rope. In the black bag 25 packets of what seems to be cocaine were found,” she said.

Each packet weighed just over a kilogram, and the 25 packets had an estimated street value of R8.75m.

A fourth haul was found floating in the water off Hartenbos Beach on Christmas Day. It also consisted of 25 packets of cocaine, also worth an estimated R8.75m on the street.

Pojie said the values of the hauls differed because some of the cocaine appeared to have already been “cut”, or processed, while the rest was still in its pure, or raw form.

Article by News24.com

December 31, 2013
by criebo
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Dear Mommy

Dear Mommy today mark 14 years, that you have past on, and not a day goes past that i do not morn your passing, i reminisce on all the moments we shared all through our childhood whether they were good, bad, happy or sad, for all of these memories is now all that i have.

There are days that i miss you so much and no-one seems to understand why i keep them at hand.

Every year i isolate myself from the friends and family just so that i can light a candle for you on this day,

I would like to tell you about life since you have been gone and i’m pretty sure that you know all these things as you watch over us.

First of all you have a beautiful grandson named Aimar and looks so very much just like you, the more i look at him; the more i see you smiling back at me.

Dad misses you just as much, but you know him and He’ll never admit to it tho but deep down i know he wishes you were at his side, my brother on the other hand has turned into a fine man and you’d be so proud of him, he has a beautiful lady in his life which is also the mother to your grandson. Her name is Hu-Ann

I in turn have a shop of my own which takes most of my time but i love every second of it.

Life has not been easy since your passing… i am writing this as it is the only way i know how to put what i feel inside out there and giving it a voice and knowing that i find relief.

Every day feels like you have just gone away on a business trip or like a holiday and all i want is for you to return as you have been gone for far to long, just the other night i even dream’t that you were alive and then reality kicked in when i arose from my dream, i tried to go back just to spend more time with you…

I LOVE YOU so very much and MISS YOU with all my heart, for i have lost my everything, i miss the sound of your laughter and your voice, life sometimes gets unbearable and all i want to do is to run to you knowing everything will be just fine.

Love you always and forever mommy, may God grant your soul peace as you accompany him in heaven, someday we will meet again, but for now in my heart and memory you’ll remain

All my Love
Your Son Phillip

January 2, 2013
by criebo
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RAPE

Raped Girl

Raped Girl

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She was a student, She was 23
Her fault some people say because she boarded the wrong bus And oh yeah SHE WAS A GIRL. Six men raped her one by one and then used an iron rod to tear her vagina-
Small intestine and large intestine came out They left her to die on the road Naked!
Wounded! Exposed! Devastated
What’s more is that no one even turned to look at her
No one even bothered to throw a shawl on the ill-clad ill-fated girl She can never live a normal married life again She Went into coma five times since 16th December She was unconscious Critical and hasn’t been able to stop crying But don’t worry She wasn’t your sister She wasn’t your daughter But she could be. The brutality has to stop right here guys These people deserve capital punishment for their cruel, Perverted act She died Saturday 29th
December 2012 Rest in Peace? and WE pray that her killers get the WORST punishment possible This doesn’t only happen in India.. But in every country around the world..
Is this how we treat our women?
It Makes one ashamed to even live on this planet today

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January 1, 2013
by criebo
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Emotions – Body – mind – Spirit

Alone with Emotions

Alone with Emotions


I feel myself slipping so fast again Father God
My emotions seem to take over this body and mind
And I want to run to the darkness from which you have freed me
Temptations knock on my door vigorously and I’m so tempted to give-in open the door and be consumed by all that is not of you, so I pray that you will hold me close to your heart today for I do not want to go astray
In your light I wish to stay
so please make this darkness go always
as it is not welcome to stay.

I feel short of breath almost as if I inhale death
Father I do not want to disobey your righteous way
Therefore I pray that you may take my life today before my light fades away,

Mighty breathe of God please blow over me and rekindle this heart filled with love and let my light shine bright! renew my thoughts and strengthen me against the wicked ways so that I will stand firm in your love to annihilate the darkness with the all consuming fire and the sword of the Holy spirit which is the word of GOD, for o Weapon formed against me shall proper for you are with me therefore nothing and no-one can be against me. All Glory be to you Father God

December 29, 2012
by criebo
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Lotto Milionaire

December 28, 2012
by criebo
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letter in the lost wallet

The Letter in the Lost Wallet!!!

The Letter in the Lost Wallet!!!

A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET!!

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John”
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you
the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak
with you.”

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”

“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.

“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us. ”

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
“Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television.”

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael.”

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, “I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”

“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael…”

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to
help you?”

I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I
think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet.”

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute!
That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times.”

“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.

“He’s one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.”

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”

“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”

“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”

He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.

“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her. ”

“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.

“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. “Do you know this man?”

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you
remember me?”

She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!”
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.

“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will
be.”

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
“Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.

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Cuddles in Bed

October 20, 2012
by criebo
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Love

Love was not meant to be protected, nor guarded, it was not created to be reserved for only the worthy one’s, it cannot be lost or forgotten, love itself is a gift, one which we all possess, the type of present that will never run out no matter how much we splurge, it was meant to given and received from everyone, I share my love in every possible way I can, I like to think of it as a blessing, whether its a kind word, a hug, a smile, my intentions in everything I do is always loving, everywhere I go I am love and every heart I cross has my genuine imprint; so on that note, have I mentioned just how much I love you all? Know that you are loved. ~Story Naiad

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August 15, 2012
by criebo
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H8

H8 is such a strong word yet we use it so easily when in anger. Often we don’t realise how much pain we cause by using this simple. Four letter word that seems so harmless but does so much damage and yet it is so hard to take back these spoken words which then follows with regret as seeking forgivess is merely an unbearable task as forgiveness is not always granted due to agony inflicted by our actions … For. “SORRY” seems to be the hardest words to say!

May 15, 2012
by criebo
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Hello world

Hello world

Recently i have been so busy in all aspects of my life, life has just been hectic, but mostly to my own doing, but through it all one needs to stay strong and as karma has it every thing happen the way it should no way around over or under it, life at the present moment is deliriously insane, intense but with all the crazy things life is blessed and time we have here is only borrowed and yet we still waist precious moment with cluttering out lives with duties and mostly expectations to life up s much that we forget to stop and smell the roses or enjoy the moment in which you are in so my request to you is, stop with what ever your busy with or doing and embrace the moment your in even stop reading this post, and experience the moment and what it has to offer you as this moment that you have right here and right now will never be again, so be gratefully that your still around and being able to use all your senses that you were blessed with. Don’t let this opportunity pass by and while your at it please be grateful for what you have even if it is how little, even better yet, list the top ten things that you are grateful for and to get you started here is my list of ten things i am grateful :

1. that i was created divinely unique by my Heavenly King and Father God.
2. talents that i was born or gifted with
3. the people in my life (good and bad)
4. lessons learnt from mistakes made
5. being alive and healthy
6. everything that define’s me
7. my past … it has made me the person i am today
8. all the mothers & fathers i gained other then my Biological parents
9. pain and tears shed in my life time… is taught me that liFe can me tough but most of all the taught to me humble and be caring and have compassion
10. I’M GRATEFUL TO YOU THAT ARE READING THIS POST, SO SHINE FORTH AND LET THE WORLD SEE YOU LIGHT AS YOU LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND INSPIRED.