Today is a Sabbath, and on Sabbath I normally testify. Forgive me my readers, I know the UK is mourning the death of the Duke, but I also know that the Duke had a wicked sense of humour, so he would have definitely not minded me jumping with such great joy on this day. I am a black British woman who has been greatly vindicated.
I want to testify that today, like David, I have lived to see my desire on my enemies in the land of the living. 7 years ago, as a young mother of three young children, whilst pregnant, I was made homeless and put away by my ex-husband at the instruction of Walter Masocha, a self styled Prophet who lived in Scotland. The members of Masocha’s church, all the elders and Pastors stood with Masocha, all my friends forsook me, and I was left completely alone, suicide was my only option, but because of the love I have for my children, I had to go on.
Today this morning, as I was penning my tribute to Prince Philip, I was so emotional, and I said to my husband, “His death is a new dawn for me, because he has so inspired me, I feel it. The Duke, as powerful as he was, was just like us, he too was homeless, he too came here to UK for a breakthrough, and served his country. I don’t know why but I feel like something big is about to happen for us.”
Well as soon as I had published my tribute, I started preparing for Sabbath, and was dancing before the Lord, then lo and behold, I received a call from Scotland.
“Jean, do you know what God has done for you. Look how God has fought for you.” A sister from Scotland called me with news from the Holy Land.
My dear readers, it is with great joy and jubilation that I update you about what became of Walter Masocha, a pedophile whose guilty convictions were squashed by the High Court after he was represented by Barrister John Scullion QC, who has a history of helping the most notorious criminals, rapists and murderers walk free from the Scottish Justice System. Many victims of heinous crimes have cried tears of blood because of this man John Scullion QC, who appeared for Alexander Pacteau when he was jailed for life for the murder of Irish student Karen Buckley. This was the man who represented Walter Masocha during my high profile case in Scotland and made his convictions to be squashed even when a jury had found him guilty and the evidence against him was compelling.
When the convictions were squashed, I went into shock. But I got up, dusted myself, and refused to live in Walter Masocha’s shadows so I started this blog, because I wanted to be a writer in my own right. I prayed and waited on the Lord, believing that one day he would avenge me. Even a few months before Masocha fell hard, my husband and I met his ally Fancis Aturia in the streets of Milton Keynes and challenged him and told him that Masocha was about to fall.
People ask me, “Jean, what became of Walter Masocha, where is he today?”
Well, my readers, today I can confirm that Walter Masocha has fallen. He is now living in Stirling in a small council house with the handmaid who used to work for his wife Judith, RUTH, the woman he cheated with. Walter, who is jobless and on benefits, is always seen walking in the streets of Stirling, and before lockdown he spent much of his time eating chicken in KFC. He was recently spotted in Poundland buying a pair of socks. This is a man who claimed to be a man of God and only ate a certain God given strict luxury diet and only wore tailor made clothes. This is a man who moved with an entourage of security, cooks, personal assistants and drivers in the UK. This is a man who lived like a King once, a man we all feared like he was God, and he made us all, small and great to bow before him. Today, he now lives with a mistress, who used to serve his wife, in a tiny house in Scotland. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Because of his past scandals and sexual convictions, he can no longer work as a University professor, his job before he turned himself into a prophet.
Oh how the mighty have fallen! The God of Mary-Tamar.
Some ask me, “So what became of the prophet’s sons?”
Well his biological son is now an alcoholic in Scotland, and lives with his other brother and his partner. These sons of Masocha once lived like royalty, driving expensive cars and living in luxury.
Some ask me, “Jean what became of Masocha’s step daughters, the one who lived like royalty, feeding off the backsides of the church peasants.”
Oh well, the step-daughters and the rest of the church members, all of them, now do pyramids schemes. They just can’t work like everyone else and make an honest living. I always have people calling me asking me to expose his daughters, because they now allegedly make a living by conning people. Oh how the mighty have fallen!
And some ask me, “Jean, what became of your ex-husband?”
He is now married to a woman who used to follow me everywhere, a woman who imitated everything I did and even copied my dressing. My ex-husband now also spends his time stalking me on social media posing as a woman on Facebook called Ruvimbo Sanhu. He now dedicates his time running a Facebook Group Page called Exposing Jean Gasho, where he introduces himself saying, “I am not Jean’s ex-husband.” How sad.
Oh, and some ask me, “Jean, what became of Judith Masocha, Walter’s wife?”
Oh well, I think her story is the most tragic of them all. I almost feel sorry for Judith, but I can’t, because she knew that her husband was a monster, and like Serena in The Handmaid’s Tale, she took women, weak vulnerable women and girls, and brought them before her pervert husband, and caused them to strip before Walter Masocha whilst they massaged his naked body, whilst she sat there and watched. When I told my story of how her husband abused me, she went to court and falsely testified that I was lying. So no, I can not feel sorry for her downfall, as tragic as it is, she deserves it.
Judith Masocha is now homeless, living in the rural areas of Karoi, Zimbabwe in poverty. How did she come to such a place you may ask? Well, it all started on Christmas Day 2018 when Judith somehow ended up reading explosive sex texts and more on “the prophet’s phone” sent by many married women in the church. She then flipped and exposed the fallen prophet to the church.
She kicked Masocha out of the mansion, and he went and moved into the council house of Ruth, one of Judith’s assistants he was having an affair with. Their state of the art Stirling luxury 8 bedroom mansion was put on sale, and sold for less than 200k, and God knows what happened, but somehow Judith ended up homeless in the UK, living in the matrimonial house of one of her adopted daughters. She then got depressed and ill, and the adopted daughter could not house her anymore, for she has a husband and children. Judith’s own biological daughters could not help her because of a family moral issue which includes the ‘prophet’. So after being homeless in the UK for a year after she split up with her pervert husband, Judith had no choice but to go back to Zimbabwe, where she had no house of her own, so she lived with relatives here and there, and was finally forced to go to the village, where she is currently wallowing in self pity and poverty, and is currently seeking employment from neighbouring South Africa so she can escape poverty in Zimbabwe.
This is a woman who used to wear expensive clothes and had women kneeling before her, calling her “Prophetess”.
Oh my readers, I need to put this pen down and go into Sabbath, my husband, my 7 children, and my puppy North wait for me.
But I leave you with one question, who then is the true God, is it the God of Mary-Tamar, or the God of Agape…
I will let my readers be the judge of that…
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