I would stress that EVERYONE who wants their 30% of the $47.5 million dollars this young man has contact him immediately 
Hello,
Good day and compliment of the seasons to you. My Name
is Williams Aku, the eldest son of Late Ishaya Mark
Aku the former Minister of youths and sports in
Nigeria
I am a 27-Year-Old-Nigerian in possession of my Late
dad’s properties.I lost him in a plane crash During
his trip from a meeting he attended with some other
ministers in Abuja.Since his death, I have been in
charge of his business and properties and I have got
no problem with that since I have been doing that even
before his death. I received a letter from one of his
bank in Nigeria recently notifying me of a paymment
worth 47.5Million dollars made into his account by a
computer firm Named “I.F Computer GmbH Cecinastr”
37D-82205 Gilching, Germany.
The money as I read is the Balance payment from a
computer business he engaged in with the Federal
Government of Nigeria during the NIGHA 2002(NIGERI
A/GHANA NATION’S CUP CO-HOST). As a result of this
notification I have written a letter through my Lawyer
to the bank to deposit the Money into a Vault House ,
in which I have successfully carried out in the last
two month. Since I am his next of kin ,it was so easy
for me in doing this without the knowledge of my
extended family members cos I am from a polygamous
family .I want to try as much as possible to transfer
this money out of this Vault House before my family
members got to know about this. I know that this issue
is a very sensitive one and it should not be discuss
on the net. Why dont you send me your phone #and your
Fax #.so that, I will get in touch with you .This deal
is a risk
free one and your gain shall be 30% of this money
provided you co-operate with me .Remember not to tell
anybody about this because my daddy happens to be very
popular person even after his death.
I will be very grateful if you can help me.
you can get back at me on my Private email : williamsaku2@echina.com
Williams Aku
Well I finally broke down and asked my dad and step-mom for a loan. They said yes!!! So if things go right in my world for a little while longer then I will be driving my new (to me) car by the end of the week.
Looking for a 94-98 VW Jetta, will be taking a 94 to my mechanic this week to check it out. If that comes back with issues or something then I have located a 96 Jetta GLX that I have already test drove and would like to make an offer on.
Either one is fine in my book. Just anything to get me out of the daily driving of the Jeep. Gas prices on the rise + kinda long commute = Way too much money flying out of my pocket.
I am spending well over $300 a month in gas just to drive the Jeep back and forth to work…the payment on the Jeep is only $320. Kinda sucks ya know.
The new ride will definitely help in this area, Jeep gets maybe 13mpg, Jetta gets around 30-32mpg. It will be heaven.
Check back soon for pics of my new ride!!!
17 wins last season, 43 wins this season and a spot in the playoffs!!!!!
Way to win it out in the end guys!!!!
GO NUGGETS!!!!
Carmelo played through a migraine and I can attest to how difficult it is to do ANYTHING in the throws of a migraine. That kid has HEART!!!!
I watched the FX original movie Redemption last night. Brilliant performance by Jamie Foxx. Having spent so much time in LA during those hardcore gang years I was amazed by this story of Stan “Tookie” Williams and how he co-founded the Crips street gang and later set out on a path to try to broker peace.
When I was in LA, in 1984, I had to deal daily with the gangs and what it meant to live in South Central LA. It meant never leaving the house wearing too much blue or red. It meant making sure you didn’t get caught in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time. It meant being cognizant of your surroundings at all times.
I never really had fear in the hood, I had friends who ran with the Crips, I had friends who ran with the Bloods…but because I was set on doing my thing and not bothering anybody…well no one really bothered me. I was the “smart girl”, the “bookworm”…I was the one that people came to when silly block arguments needed to be solved.
I would sit out on my front porch, reading or listening to music….craning my neck every time that police helicopter would fly over the house wondering if they were searching from someone from the block.
The only time I had a streak of fear rn through me was when me and Nikki were on our way home from the movies one night. Her uncle had picked us up from the theater and we were over near Crenshaw and King Blvd. Well he has to run by a friends house for a minute and makes a turn. It didn’t take long before Nikki and I both realized we were headed for The Jungle, a housing project that during the daylight you didn’t want to be in and you damn sure wouldn’t be stupid enough to go into at night…unless you had some hardcore business to do and had the artillery to make sure you came out the way you went in. Remember the movie Training Day? When Denzel gets his ass whipped by the skinny white boy? That’s The Jungle….one way in, one way out.
Anyway, we see the gates up ahead and both of us slowly slide to the floor of the car. I looked at her, she looked at me and all I remember after that was her whispering, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I closed my eyes as the tears started to flow and became one with the floorboards of this car.
I have no clue how long we were there or what transpired…but I felt the car start moving again and after a while realized that the street lights were shining on the car. I got back up onto the seat and looked at Nikki….she was a white as a ghost…and that is pretty damn hard to do for a black person. She told me I was pretty pale myself…no reason not to believe her, I was scared shitless.
I have never been back to The Jungle…not sure if it is due to fear or due to the fact that I have never had a reason to venture up in there again. Maybe one day.
Then again, maybe one day Stanley “Tookie” Williams’ wish of peace will come true and none of us will have deal with fear on that level.