DISCLAIMER

DISCLAIMER. I would like to thank the newspapers that have covered the Walter Masocha story as they have helped raise awareness of abuse happening in some churches which has been going unreported. However, I have not given any national newspapers the right to waiver my anonymity as a victim of Walter Masocha. This is a personal blog and its within my legal rights to express myself here. According to the law my identity is protected in the media. At this stage, I do not wish to be named in any Scottish or English National Papers. Any newspapers that will name me/ or have already done so have done this without my permission or consent. Any newspapers which have published my picture have done so without my consent. I do not wish to have my pictures published in any Scottish or English newspapers. I ask the media , which I greatly respect for their support in this case in covering the story to respect my right to anonymity as a victim and not name me in any newspapers unless I sign a consent form and agree to do so. I am not ready to be named and I want to use the protection I am granted by law at this time. Thank you.

Tuesday 27 October 2015

From A Stammerer To A Spoken Word Artist...And Thanks To Walter Masocha

When I was a child I developed a stammer that was so bad I struggled to say a single sentence. I could not speak openly well into my adulthood, and I remember as a mental health nurse struggling to make and take phone calls at work because I was scared I would make a total fool of myself on the phone. Poetry and writing was always my outlet of expressing myself, but never once did I think I was ever capable of speaking to an audience never mind performing spoken word. 


One thing I know is all things work together for good to those who love God because as twisted and sick as it sounds the very first poem I ever performed to an audience was about Walter Masocha. After the performance, Walter Masocha operating under his "prophetic" jacket as he called it said, "Jean this is only the beginning, you are going to soar higher than an eagle". He also "prophesied" and said that the whole world was going to know Agape because of Jean, and they will be coming from the four corners of the earth to watch me perform". I can accurately confirm that these are the only 2 accurate "prophecies" of the sex offender to date. Everything else he ever said or prophesied turned out to be the exact opposite. Not long ago I wrote that Agape Cult was using my name on an alter as a sacrifice, the bible does say God makes our enemies bless us, and every curse turns out into a blessing.

I never thought I would say this, but just as Jamelia penned the song Thank You to the man who abused her and used her, because it turned her into the strong woman she is. Today on my blog, where I get real and be myself, I would like to take this opportunity and say Thank You Walter Masocha. Thank you for all the time I spent working for you tirelessly in Agape, Thank you for all the poems and dramas you made me write for you. Thank you for the fire you made walk through. Here I stand today, having come out of the fire purified as gold. Yes you were right Walter, I am soaring higher than an eagle. I now go around the country performing poetry, not only at concerts or events, but at universities too. My God has made everything beautiful in its time...

Its Black History Month and I had a wonderful time performing at Bournemouth University last week at their Black History Month Event. l met wonderful young people who are so ready to impact the world. 

In Other News 

This weekend I will be performing in London, my Black History Month Poem, The Lost Black Queen. I am also very excited for Nino who is receiving an award for Best International Artist at the Praise Tex Gospel Music Awards. I am ever so proud of him.


In Other Other News 

I have had some people express concern on my Facebook wall that I should not call Walter Masocha a pedophile or sex offender because apparently its calling him "names". I believe calling someone names is calling someone something they are not. Titles were always very important to Walter Masocha, so much he used to train people on how to address him according to his numerous self given tittles. God also took titles very seriously hence David the Shepherd, Joseph the Carpenter, Rahab the Harlot, Mary the Mother of Jesus. Titles described a person, their role and their purpose. I'm sorry to say Walter Masocha's official title as it stands is SEX OFFENDER. I have been very kind to this monster because the media including BBC describe him as pervert and sex pest. As long as he lives, these are now the titles associated with Walter Masocha, no longer the Apostle, the Archbishop, Man Of God, Prophet, Most Reverend bla bla bla. No, the official titles for Walter Masocha as it stands are pedophile, sex offender, pervert and sex pest. I have no control on what the world calls him, and as a public person and journalist I have no choice but to address him by his official titles, sorry to those offended but is indeed Walter Masocha the sex offender.  

Watch my performance here at Nino's Concert


Watch my performance at Bournemouth University






Thursday 15 October 2015

The Sound Of AN Untouched Drum


Ok so my journey with Nino began exactly last year around this time. I had just given birth to Fadzai. I was grieving my ex husband, and praying that one day he would come back to me and his children and leave the Sex Offender Walter Masocha Cult. I even wrote him an email, which he gave to his Dad Walter Masocha to use as his evidence during the trial, I know, pathetic and almost unbelievable, but hey thats the power of a cult I suppose. Anyway, I was at home one afternoon, my dear friend Linda next to me nursing new born Fadzai, and my inbox flashed, It was a message from Pauline Long, "Do you want to come to the BEFFTA's. It would be good for you to network, let me know". 

I read the message out loud to my friend, ummm I had just literally given birth, my baby was just a few days old,  I was still feeling rather fat and ugly, didn't feel like dressing up and attending an award show, but something inside me gushed with excitement. I wanted to go. 

"But what about Fadzi?" My friend asked...

"Ummm I will go with her...she goes everywhere with me...she's my baby"

The very next day my health visitor confirmed it by encouraging me to go to the BEFFTA's. She was a beautiful spirited woman from Ghana, who had been reading my blog and could not believe I was under her care. "Go to the BEFFTAS", she said, "You are a beautiful young talented woman, forget your ex husband, hes under a spell of his pastor. He doesn't deserve, you, you will meet one person at the BEFFTAs who will change your life"...my health visitor told me, very confident at her word,  she is one of the most powerful women in my life I have ever met, thanks to Fadzi. Well when she prophesied and said I would meet someone at BEFFTA who would change my life, I thought she meant a business person, maybe I would network with some business people and an opportunity would arise I thought. Love was most definitely the last thing on my mind...For networking and for just letting my hair down, I decided to attend the BEFFTAs.

So the day arrived, got my hair done, got my nails done, I chose not to wear any make up at all, I just chose to look just the way I am, plain. I took my baby Fadzi with me, and my friend Linda came with me helping me nurse the baby. We got there like an hour late, but as we walked in, there was a man standing on stage, about to perform and open the show. We were looking for seats when suddenly he began to sing. I just froze at the sound of his voice. It was without a doubt one of the most captivating sounds I had ever heard, his voice demanded my attention. I mean my uttermost attention. I stopped. It was as though time had paused. It was something I had never heard, like the sound of an untouched drum...I had never heard a black man sing opera before. In fact I had always found opera music rather English and irrelevant to the black man. But that was the moment my mind changed about opera music. No piece of music had ever touched my soul like that before. Not even gospel or Christian music. My eyes welled up, I had goosebumps, I felt so emotional and was taken to another realm...even though he wasn't singing English, it was a language I didn't understand, but I felt like I could understand every word. I felt like he was singing to me, just for me to heal my broken heart...It was the sound of an untouched drum. My heart melted...

The day I met Nino

He finished singing, the audience was equally blown away, actually not equally as me, but they were mesmerized by his powerful voice. I realized I had been standing the entire performance. I wiped my tears and found somewhere to sit, my life was definately never going to be the same again. The rest of the night at BEFFTAs was just awesome, as I met amazing people and Fadzi stole the show with her captivating new born beauty and aura, strangers came upto her and prophesied that she would change the world one day... but nothing was as awesome as hearing Nino sing, because he had touched my very soul.  To cut the long story short, the next few days after BEFFTAs Nino sent me his version of Conte Patiro Time To Say Goodbye. I played the song everyday in my house for 7 days even the children were singing the words. The song healed me, it delivered me from my ex husband. The man who had sang so powerfully to my heart so powerfully on stage was the man who had healed my broken heart, taught me to say goodbye to my ex husband, goodbye to my old life, and he introduced me to a new life of love and laughter
One life lesson Nino has taught me is to laugh.

Nino is quiet and very soft spoken when he is in public, but behind closed doors hes the funniest person you can hang out with. I used to hear women say I want a man who makes me laugh, and I used to find that statement so rather ridiculous, because I never used to laugh, and didn't know the value of laughter in life. Today I consider laughter a gift from God, and Nino taught me to just laugh. He makes me laugh. I laugh so hard my ribs hurt. God knows I needed that after a hell of a life I had with the Musuka family, I didn't even know how to laugh anymore. 
 There is a touching griping story behind Nino's stick...

This weekend Nino, who can sing in 7 different languages, will be launching his first concert, An Untouched Drum. I am so honored to be part of it. It is the sound of an Untouched Drum...

Conte Patiro, Time To Say Goodbye (Untouched Drum Promo)

In Other News 

Sex Odfender Walter Masocha was mentioned on BBC live radio in relation to his horrendous crimes/ sex abuse convictions and the link of Agape For All Nations Church to the death of Scott Chiriseri. I was encouraged that the BBC acknowledged that there is a loophole in the law regarding black Pentecostal churches and approached the Government on the rising epidermic. As a woman who was accused of bewitching the Agape Church I feel encouraged on this journey I am on to bring religious abuse to the Parliament of the UK. I was encouraged Walter Masocha was mentioned as a pedophile on one of the most listened to radio stations in the United Kingdom BBC Radio 5 Live Investigates...Not as a man of God, but what he is a pedophile...