FAKE Documents

An interesting read below these comments. The issue here is the spirit that prompts people to do whatever it takes to get them what they want or to get where they want to go. Who am I to cast the first stone at Marius? What makes his act an abomination? It is sad and very sad that individuals have to reduce themselves to this level in the name of money.

Many have not faked their deaths, but have faked certificates, qualifications and ages to get what they want. What about those that have faked relationships, marriages, and stories of torture to get what they want? Is it OK to steal from your own family? Is it OK to fake your own death and cause your family such pain? I will not hesitate to say NO. There is no justification for such an action. It is cheap, selfish and shameful.

What about our country. Is it OK to fake and benefit on behave of the country? Is it OK to embezzle tax payers money and not account for? People fake, construction contracts with the intent of stealing from the system. What about those who are abroad and are still on government pay roll? They connive with their bosses to fake their presence in the country. But the truth is that they are not there and are being paid for work they have not done. Some justify by saying the amount that is being paid is nothing compared to the millions and billions others have stolen. Others say the money is being used to buy medication for sick relatives. Faking works for the immediate, but is counterproductive in the long run. I am glad the law finally caught up with Marius.

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Cameroon: Man detained for announcing own death
[Cameroon Cops]


The schemer was arrested by the police, in collaboration with his disgruntled family.
A 36-year old folk, Motakuri Marius, who announced his own death over a private radio station in Douala, was last Friday picked up by the police in a local night club, where he served as bouncer,
at the Grand Hanger neighbourhood in Bonaberi. In connivance with a certain Manfred Okei, who posed as prison warden, Marius informed friends and relatives, three weeks ago, that he died, after a protracted illness, in an intensive prison barrack in the Littoral, and that his corpse was transported to a private mortuary in Douala. Excerpt: “Mr. Manfred Okei, a senior chief warder in charge of prisoners’ welfare in the Littoral, announces, with deepest regret, the death of an inmate, Motakuri Marius, who died in an intensive prison barrack last week.

Marius died after a protracted illness. The corpse which is currently lying at a private morgue in Douala should be collected by family members as soon as they get this announcement, else it will be handed to competent municipal authorities. The concerned should contact Chief Warder Manfred on telephone number xxx.”
The story shook Marius’ rural community in the South West Region. It was too hot for the deceased’s parents. Experts were brought in to break the news. Marius’ kith grieved and wailed. Marius abandoned his family, after he stole a neighbour’s cock, six years ago. A burial agenda was hastily scribbled. Three men were dispatched to trace the corpse. Others dug the grave. The three men, who saw a cosmopolitan settlement for the first time, reached Douala before sunrise. But, “Warder” Manfred’s telephone network was inconsistent.
The callers called unrelentingly. Then, a hunky voice echoed at the other end. It was the “warder”, a sumptuously looking bald man, not much better than pigmies in height. The “warder” painstakingly greeted the men, and struggled to recount the death of Marius. But tears sealed his lips. “Warder” Manfred sank on his knees, and sobbed abundantly. Marius’ uncles begged and pampered him. But the “warder” wept on, whisking lumps of mucus from both nostrils. “Marius was too humble to die; he was a model to other prisoners” the “warder” murmured.
From his pouch, Manfred pulled three stamped sheets; one was the late Marius’ death certificate, the second was the hospital bill, which summed up to FCFA 150,000 and the third the mortuary bill of FCFA 180,000. The “warder” also proposed a coffin worth FCFA 70,000 at the barrack. The sum of FCFA 400,000 was fumbled into his palms. In a flash, “Warder” Manfred jumped on the rear of a nearby bike, and never returned. Manfred and Marius reportedly lavished the booty at Bonaberi.
Cameroon Tribune