I was the victim of fraud by Macharia Waruingi, and all over the internet he is broadcasting the same ideas he happily sketched on a napkin in a diner in Jun 2008, while we waited for the mechanic to fix my car.

And wrote as part of long business plans for our company Ustawi when we were in a hotel room in Boston a few weeks earlier, in coffee shops in Atlantic City before we walked along the beach and through the hotels, in coffee shops in DC and Manhattan and Philadelphia, and in his office in my house from May to Nov 2008. And talked about each night, when we slept in each others' arms.

Fabulous ideas. Wonderful ideas. But when they come from a man whose life is based on fraud, I weep.

I met Macharia Warunigi in Feb 2008.

I was director of a master of science program at a Philadelphia university, and an employee of the World Health Organization had been invited to talk about - world health. I had just come back from Nigeria, and had been involved in making a movie on malaria, and the first issue of MJoTA had been devoted to malaria. So I badgered the guest to link me with someone who is an expert on malaria.

When she came to the university to talk to students and faculty on Valentine's Day in 2008, the WHO doctor had just returned from Boston, where she had been introduced to Macharia, who had just finished a thesis on malaria for a doctorate in health administration at the University of Phoenix. She introduced us by e-mail, and then he called me and painted a picture of a past and a present that was not true.

Macharia spoke about his need to eradicate malaria from Kenya! He was graduated from the Nairobi School of Medicine in 1994 and was working as a physician in Boston, in a Harvard Hospital, and he was a personal friend and mentee of Peter Senge, who made everything happen everywhere.

He told me he was the world expert on malaria because he understood knowledge conversion. He was not ready to go back to Kenya, but when he was ready, he was going to be the physician to the president of Kenya, whom he knew personally, and probably was related to.

He did know the president, that was true. And he knew well, and introduced me to, the physician to the president, more on him on the Kenya page.

But months after he had visited Philadelphia, had moved into my house, got me fired from my academic position, sent me to Kenya to sew up the $100 million dollar funding for a hospital favored by Michael Jordan's mother, used my cash and my credit card (which I gave him for emergencies when I was in Kenya) to send money to and pay expenses of his girlfriends Jean Njoroge at Texas A&M and Betty Macharia in Minnesota, buy airline tickets to see them, buy lunches for colleagues at the South Jersey Chamber of Commerce.... long after that, his lies started emerging.

Macharia had told me that Betty Macharia was his sister, turned out she was his wife. He was never a physician in Harvard; he was a lab technician, and he was accused in a lawsuit for sexually molesting a patient. He had not passed his boards to become a licensed physician in the United States, and had been convicted of domestic violence around 2002, when he hit his former wife, now a respected cardiologist in the United States.

I asked him to leave on Oct 3, after finding receipts and credit card statements that pointed away from a professional and personal partnership that he claimed to have with me. I started throwing his things out of his room downstairs, and he hit me across the nose, knocking me down. His reaction was to take me into the bedroom, tell me he loved me and wanted to marry me. Gosh.

But once I saw a lie, I started not believing anything, and started looking. And he kept hitting me, and I kept asking him to leave.

Meanwhile, the world was changing in incredible ways. We went to a rally for the presidential candidate who was a son of Kenya. And then this son of Kenya was elected president.

A few days before the election Macharia, who drank a bottle of beer at least every day (more than once, my daughter put him to bed drunk),  increased his input to 3 bottles, and started smoking cigarettes.

On the night before the election he had been drinking heavily, and wanted to drive to get cigarettes. I told him I would drive him, and as I was waiting in the parking lot, the Runnymede police converged on me and started accusing me of being the getaway car for a thief, who they claimed was Macharia. Macharia was not a petty thief, but the little girl in the convenience store alone at 2am freaked out when she saw a son of Africa, agitated and intoxicated, come in to buy cigarettes.

The police called for reinforcements, shone lights in our eyes, told me I had a record an arm long, and so did Macharia. Profiled and harassed. I have been there, and it was horrible and lasted more than an hour.

By the time the police let us go, Macharia had been spooked, and decided to get religion, and the following Sunday he told me he was going to become a member of the local Presbyterian church, as is the mayor of my town, and he was not going to share my bed any more. Because it was not right. Since he was not my legal husband.

Three days later, he told me he wanted to buy a $2 million building in Camden, but he needed me to put my house up as collateral for that, and for a conference he was going to run in Philadelphia.

Three months after Macharia left, in Feb 2009, I met a Nigerian man in Philadelphia City Hall who claimed to publish every Friday 50,000 copies of his newspaper, New York Echo, and who had been invited to expand his newspaper to Philadelphia.

I went to New York the following weekend as his guest at the Ghanaian celebrations of the 52nd anniversary of independence, and was his frequent guest all over New York for 3 months, when I left because I realized he was publishing only 2,500 copies occasionally, and his mode of operation was to bring some copies to parties, stack a few copies in an East New York African store, give 100 copies to advertisers like Mayor Michael Bloomberg and local politicians, and stack the rest under his kitchen table in the projects.

Leaving him caused problems, and put me into contact with Janet Ogundipe Fashakin, Lady Evangelist of Christ Apostolic Church.

Now I know, then I did not, that Janet Ogundipe Fashakin had been the publisher’s friend before me, and he was cheating on her with me.

So she was out for blood.

First she fabricated emails from me and mass emailed them. Then she sued me for $20million in Federal court. Then she hooked up with Macharia and together they mass emailed a letter to my friends, saying I was a sexual predator. Me! Gosh!

In Dec 2009, Macharia went to Minnesota Supreme Court to get a restraining order against me so that I could not go to any African events in New York City. When I was not barred from New York City, the Lady Evangelist went to her local police in Old Westbury, and told them that I was parking my car outside her house and following her around and stalking her.

I went to see the police, explaining this was the first time I had been to Long Island since 1995, when I had participated in a 3-week Cold Spring Harbor course on Arabidopsis. Explained that all the evidence she was producing was fake, fraudulent. After 2 hours, they believed me and told me to stay away from her. I told them I really wanted to, but she could not get enough of me, hauling me into Federal Court on charges of defamation.

The Minnesota court told me if I wanted to defend it, I had to pay $300 and fly to Minnesota. The timing was wrong, I was preparing to go to Haiti with the Bed Stuy Vollies after the catastrophic earthquake on Jan 12, 2010. I did, however, prepare a document in my defense, and the restraining order expired uneventfully in Dec 2011.

Early in 2010, Macharia went to Minnesota Supreme Court. This was after the Lady Evangelist made a complaint to Brooklyn police in Nov 2009 that the publisher had tried to rape her. After Nov 2009, I rejoined the side of the publisher, and the court case in Minnesota named him as well as me.

Minnesota may be a lot of things, but the judges are not fools. They threw out the case, refusing to even hear it because Macharia asked for the court fee to be waived because he was too poor to pay it.

I did not know I was being sued  until several months after it had been thrown out. I found out about it in court filings by the Lady Evangelist; she was using the fact that I had been sued in Minnesota as evidence that I defamed her.

The Federal Judge in Brooklyn later  threw the Lady Evangelist’s case out of court, which I learned about in Sierra Leone in Aug 2010.

After all the law cases had been thrown out, I left the publisher again in a dramatic way in Sep 2010.

Malicious, vicious and fraudulent. Macharia Waruingi. Janet Ogundipe Fashakin. Lookman Sulaimon Arounfale.

I love the sons and daughters of Kenya. I love Kenya, anyone reading these pages knows that. I love the sons and daughters of Nigeria. I love Nigeria. The citizens of Kenya and Nigeria deserve better representation in the United States of America.

And now I follow rules. I always did, but the rules are different in African communities. Not better, not worse, but very different, and now I understand them.

I had great fun hanging out with Macharia, and with Lookman; but the consequences and fuss were so horrible, it was nearly not worth it. And yet it was. Macharia introduced me to Kenya; Lookman introduced me to New York. I live and work in African communities, but everyone now I deal with is good and honest, or I am out of there.

Sometimes I am out of there when I am dealing with honest people, but that is because I have told their story and have moved on to tell another one.  Read the stories.