.................What the hell happened to my homeland? That's the only question I can think of that accurately describes my brief albeit miserable stay in my homeland. Everything had changed, with none to my liking, in particular the loss of the family mansion in Jamaica. To those of you who don't know me well, I shall say that I have no money. However, my grandfather and all of his maternal kin were rather wealthy and managed to build several houses, and one mansion for later members of the family to enjoy. Then, after the last owner of the mansion, my great-uncle, perished, it was passed down to my uncle (Favorite Nephew) and my great-aunt (The owner's daughter & heir). My great aunt became owner of the house as my uncle wasn't of age, and then it was passed into the custody of her husband, who had my great-aunt essentially p***s-whipped. She couldn't say no to him in any matter, which allowed the b*****d to liquidate the millions spent to pay off for the mansion in order to treat all of his various mistresses and to create his own printing company. This occured five years unbeknownst to most of my family, whihc leaves me to ask why a millionaire would bet his money against the rise of the FedEx-Kinko's Union in terms of printing! At any rate, he borrowed around twice as much money as he took from the house, and that mansion from my childhood was taken by the bank last year. The additional houses were also lost to this same madman as he FORGED the last wills and signatures of several key relatives to take away even more millions out of the family to waste it all again. So once I returned to Jamaica, unsuspecting of that disaster, I quickly learned the truth of the financial ruin that had been visited onto my family and how the man responsible was aiming for America; In short, how he was coming for me and the other relatives who had left previously.
 Lord Zerix · Mon Jun 23, 2008 @ 11:21pm · 0 Comments |
