Scam, kidnap by South African police

Scam, kidnap by South African police

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Scam, kidnap by South African police

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MJoTA is an acronym for Medical Journal of Therapeutics Africa, website is www.mjota.org.

Since I started publishing MJOTA in 2006, with students and faculty of the University of the Sciences in Philadelphia, 3 things have remained constant, my love for my 4 children, my belief that God enables us to do anything we can imagine if our hearts are pure, and my absolute conviction that every African child has the right to grow up healthy and educated.

Welcome to the personal pages of the publisher of MJoTA. SJ Dodgson. MJoTA 2011 v5n2 p1217

Above a picture of me, Dr Susanna J Dodgson, looking out at 100 acres of land belonging to Kenyatta University in Nairobi, Kenya. 

Love Nigeria, love Kenya, where I was named Wanjiru, love Sierra Leone, love Haiti, love Grenada, love Puerto Rico, love Antigua & Barbuda, love Australia.

This is my personal website. Anything to do with me, my dreams, my goals, my interests, and my family: drsusanna.org is where you will find it.

I originally used as URL for this site http://mjota-under-attack.us; because of the malicious attacks against me and my work since I first started working on Medical Journal of Therapeutics Africa in 2006. 

The mission of MJoTA is to celebrate African professionals who work hard and do good, so on mjota.org I don't publish articles about lunatics whose main goal is to destroy.

 

However, comments about psychopaths:

-like the multi-degreed Nigerian woman who hit me on the face with my camera and sued me for USD20million (Lady Evangelist Dr Mrs Barrister Janet Oluwasolape Ogundipe Fashakin RN). Hey, after lying to Federal Court about me, what else was there to do but get divorced, get an online PhD in criminal justice from Walden University and get ordained? Nothing else I can think of!

 

-like the Nigerian journalist-prostitute who got me arrested for sending out a Mother's Day greeting to members of AAUW NYC (Lookman Sulaimon Bashiru Olaoshebikan Kasha Masha Dadda Arounfale Fale L&K MS), I know at least 2 Nigerian women who have paid him $25K to marry them and bring them to the US. Although he has started a trend of marrying them, taking their money, and not bringing them to the US. Abimbola Taiwo, bad luck. Lookman is far too busy in the United States to have a wife around, first, with the multi-degreed Nigerian woman (see above), and now with the Nigerian-Sierra Leonean embezzler (see below).

 

-like the Kenyan who sued me for US1billion after living with me and making unauthorized charges on my credit card (Richard Macharia Waruingi MB BCh, DHA). I see this crook was a featured speaker in the Kenyan Embassy investment forum on Oct 8, 2011. 


-like the Nigerian-Sierra Leonean who pushed and shoved me and call the police on me when I didn't move quick enough after a 3.5 hour drive, and who drove out the governing board of a 125-year institution and appropriated tens of thousands of dollars of funds for her own parties and payment to her constant companion (Madonna Nkechi Agwu MS, PhD). Yes, she disappeared $100K. And she used nonprofit funds to endorse the presidential campaign of a male in Nigeria. Not a huge surprise when you learn that her constant companion is Lookman Sulaimon Bashiru Olaoshebikan Kasha Masha Dadda Arounfale Fale L&K MS). And what is she doing now? You guessed it! She is on the board of directors of a credit union. Wow!

These stories belong here.

These psychopaths and their twins in Africa and African communities are holding African countries hostage with their bad behavior and thefts and beliefs that they are above all earthly and spiritual laws.

Most African professionals, the ones we celebrate in MJoTA, are decent, and hard-working, and appalled by such nonsense.

I have stories to tell, and God bless America and my First Amendments Rights: you will read them here.

DrSusanna.org, MJoTAtalks.org: 18 months later, SJ Dodgson. MJoTA 2013 v7n1 p0617

I wrote the essay to the left 18 months ago today. I had just celebrated my 60th birthday, and then spent 3 weeks in Antigua, trying to raise the world's consciousness of Antigua's ZoomRadioFM.

Since then:

- in Mar 2012, I traveled to Nigeria, by way of Istanbul, to get the story of the Igbo pilot who flew 500 flights during the Biafran War

-I spent summer 2012 on 5th Avenue 3 blocks from the Empire State Building with a Haitian printing broker

- in Nov 2012, I traveled back home to Australia, by way of Honolulu on the Presidential Election Day, to record the letters my parents wrote to each other when my father was a British Army officer in India, Burma and Ghana

- in May 2013, I traveled to South Africa to understand why South African undercover police decided to scam and kidnap the Congolese 20, and feed fake stories about them to the BBC and other reputable news sources.

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My life is not, has never been boring.

That is good. I cope well with being alone, being in horrible weather, being in physical danger. I cannot bear being bored. Where did that come from?

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I know where my brothers and I came from. Our parents met in the heart of the British Empire when bombs were falling. They were young, they were gorgeous, they were brilliant and they were both trained as physicians.

Mum was Irish; she had trained at Queen's College Belfast and hopped the channel to help with the war effort.

Many doctors, many, many, traveled with the troops, which Dad did too 10 days after my parents married in Jan 1945.

Dad trained at St Thomas's Hospital, which was largely built with funds spontaneously showered on Florence Nightingale after she had stopped so many wounded dying in the Crimean War by giving them clean food and clean bedding and clean clothes and washing them.

This resulted in my adoring Florence Nightingale. Which sent me to Africa.

I am a trained scientist, and I have been analyzed by professionals who find the way I live my life alarming. I have been told that I am grounded in reality.

I was in London in 2005, and London that week had been commemorating the 60th anniversary of VE Day: Victory in Europe. When Nazi Germany and its allies stopped fighting.

I had visited the Florence Nightingale Museum. I had traveled to London specifially to visit the museum after finding out about it the previous year.

I was walking back over the Thames, walking through Westminster, walking past the statue of Florence Nightingale and all around me I could smell blood oozing out of the walls of the buildings. Black African blood.

The British Empire was built with the blood of Black Africans. Britain and America and China are still building wealth on the blood of Black Africa.

Will anything I write change that? I don't know. But I cannot stop writing. Telling stories is what I do best. And now you know why I live and breathe Black Africa every minute of every day.