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==The Thesis and Research from students and Professors of New World Mission Dunamis International University 1985 to 2006.== 

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Introduction

This research contains only a part of the real research being done by NWMD as it might be problematic in the sense of revealing or publishing the whole truth and facts gathered from many sources around the world. Some of our findings might or will provoke acts of prosecution from governments, traditional leaders and even religious leaders.

With this thesis we will try to keep focus on the main facts, sometimes without detail to protect the innocent but also to try and prevent more abuse by those “who carry the sword” Romans 13:1-7. With this truth in mind, remember the trail before Jesus was crucified, innocent He Died a barbaric death, allowed and approved by the leaders of the day, not taking His good deeds and miracles into consideration at all but pleasing the people.

Read John Chapters;- 18,19 and then Chapter 17 and you might find your own name or the same shoe on your own foot, a perfect fit or match to your own views and lifestyle for this day..

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Awaiting Trial Prisoners in South Africa.

Not Guilty

No easy task to produce a realistic document for the year 2006 about the life and effects of the sword above the head of people, not prisoners, (Some use the same word, prisoner for a person who have not been found guilty of any crime yet and there are thousands of innocent people awaiting trail in South Africa.) Go and sit in any court at the end of at least 100 cases and listen to the outcome and findings from each case to receive the facts for yourself. We will reveal more facts as we continue.

Guilty

We know many people are guilty as charged and deserve some kind of punishment or form of rehabilitation. But not every background and circumstances of individuals, if taken into consideration deserve (always) to be sentenced to spend 1 to 25 years, even 30 years and more, unproductive in a prison system.

Even many people who are found “guilty” are guilty because of some kind of involvement or being near the scene of the crime. Some had no professional lawyers or no lawyer at all. Many State lawyers are great friends of the public (state) prosecutors in some of these cases. Many “deals” are made if a suspect pleads guilty to some of the charges against him/ her.

In some  possession cases, drugs were planted on suspects 

by officers of the law, who really believed the suspect to be a drug dealer or drug user.

With innocence, but punished- in mind, what is the chemical reaction in a persons brain after such an ordeal and do we have the insight to understand why a family man becomes a serial killer or rapist as a product of a system outdated and not effective for this day, age, time and a new South Africa.

You will get the picture if you read the facts from our research over many years. Bear with us and become part of the solution, not part of the problem. 

With our focus on the “Awaiting” = to wait for developments. To wait and to wonder what will the outcome be at the end of the trail. This waiting begins on the day of arrest of a suspect. Some are arrested for drunken driving, others for trespassing, petty theft, skipping maintenance or for not paying a fine. Then they are shocked to find themselves together in a stinking cell with; robbers, car hijackers, farm murderers, rapists, schizophrenics and psychopaths.

The focus in the trail shifts to survival and not loosing your possessions, life or being raped when you fall asleep.. 

If your case are published in a News-paper then you are a perfect target for these real criminals and they prepare your punishment before the end of your trail.

Testimony of one awaiting trail prisoner when he was released after a rape charge on Children and found not guilty after almost 2 years.

Before I was arrested by the child protection unit in South Africa I used to be married, loved my wife and son, we had our own house, new car, good income and ministry. I used to be productive and involved with community uplifting in a big city. As a respected leader many doors of opportunity was wide open ahead of me and I have been working very hard for 20 years to stand before a breakthrough of success for my family, community and disabled people in and around this city.

My only unfulfilled dream and wish, to have a child of my own. My wife could not bear any more children after her first divorce and I raised her son from a previous marriage as my own. Although I loved my son more and better than any “Stepfather” ( we never used this word in our house and my son called me father and I called him my son), there remained a longing for my own child, my own blood, my own name.

People prayed for us and she got pregnant but had 2 miscarriages, one after the other. I took her for counselling as she became depressed and frustrated. The counsellor told her that a women's body may reject a fetus if there is something, serious wrong with the baby.

For years I tried to hide this longing, trying not to hurt the feelings of my wife and son. My son grew up and my dream for another child became almost like a obsession. My wife agreed that we should try “In vitro” (laboratory impregnation) to deliver a child from my own sperm and blood.

The first try failed and my wife almost died when the fetus formed in her ventricular tube and not in her uterus. The doctor was sorry to tell me that she only had this one,”working” tube and he had to remove the healthy tube completely to save her life because she started bleeding.(The other tube was flat, twisted and beyond repair.)

Another doctor told us to think about adoption as the tube could never be repaired and she wont fall pregnant ever again.

One of my friends prayed for us again and within 3 weeks after his prayer, she was pregnant again. We prepared a baby room again for the 3rd time, Painting walls, hanging new colourful curtains, buying clothes and a baby cot and everything went well until the 3 rd Month of her pregnancy.

She was admitted to hospital and the doctor blamed our faith in God for not informing him that she was pregnant to prevent complications. She was left alone in a hospital room with a drip inserted into her arm.

I came to visit her and noticed the drip was running very fast. I asked her if this was normal as she was a nurse herself. She told me she don't think so but this is the way it was adjusted on the doctors orders. Another nursing sister adjusted it immediately when I asked her about the fast flow of the drip. She was shocked and I knew this was another mistake from the hospital.

The Matron phoned me 3 hours later and asked me if I could try to calm my wife as she is about to have another miscarriage.

When I came there my wife was calm, on hospital drugs, smiling and told me she was so happy to see the baby when he came from her womb. She could see there was nothing wrong with him.

My wife showed me the baby right after the miscarriage. He was in a hospital steel bin. She turned him about showing me, the boy I have been waiting for, perfectly formed. She showed me, he had my long feet and I was shocked beyond believe because I saw the desire of my heart -but he was DEAD.

My wife drifted into a deep depression and I took her to a psychiatrist for counselling. The Psychiatrist referred us to another Specialist who subscribed anti- depressants. The anti- depressants did not work on her and he subscribed another type.

She was making no progress towards recovery and her mood swings increased every day. I tried to stand with her and encouraged her every day with no effect. I realised that she used more medication than prescribed but hoped it might have a positive effect.

When I saw she was addicted to other medication as well I tried to control her intake according to the doctor's prescription but to no avail. She knew many Doctors and got hold of more prescriptions and more drugs. Her personality changed completely and I was living in hell.

Myself were depressed but never received any treatment, only prayer and support from a few friends with whom I shared my dilemma.

One day, after I have found my wife in a state of unconsciousness, with Valium on the bed, burning food on the stove, doors open and dirty washing and dishes everywhere, I walked into a forest crying out to God that I need help. “ I am alone in my house, Lord!”

Then a little angel came to my rescue. She was only 9 years old and longed for the love of a real dad. I gave self defence classes as part of a community development project and she never missed a class, even when sick. Spontaneously she called me “daddy”. She never realised the effect her words had on my longing heart.

Her mother, stepfather, stepsister and stepbrother were also in our church where I delivered sermons and Bible studies weekly. We got to know the family very well and they were aware of the problems I had with my wife.

They agreed that I become her guardian. We were very happy about this but I soon knew that she wanted me to adopt her and this also became my wish. We discussed this with my wife and her parents. My wife did not really care at that time and her stepfather n eider. He told me he is planning to send her to a boarding school anyway.

Her mother told me that she is her only child that she have, of her own and I understood. I helped her with her school work sometimes and there was a great improvement in her exams. She received the highest points in the school for an assignment on HIV AIDS and her parents invited me along on the day of her award at school. She, lets call her “Lenie” (not her real name..) was so proud and I was very proud about her achievement and happy about her shining eyes and very big smile that day.

She asked her mother again if she could stay with me and my wife and we decided together that she will stay with us every second weekend. We prepared a room for her in our house and she tried to help me with some of my work. Sometimes she lead the Blind people to fund raising events with great care and compassion.

The Blind people that worked with us loved her as well as she was always full of joy, laughter and neat little sayings that touched everybody. She tried to reach into the darkness around my wife, inviting her to drive with us to weddings that I had to perform and to relax with us at a fitness club where we were members. My wife came along a few times until another spirit of jealousy became evident and my wife went out of her way to be a spoil sport. Attacking the child with crude words and open rejection.

“Lenie” became scared to be alone with my wife and she had to travel with me wherever I had to go with my ministry, even funerals and development projects. She had great faith, prayed together with me and even for babies that was sick in hospitals , she prayed with boldness and compassion to great effect. God answered many of her prayers and I started teaching her from the Word of God. In my heart I hoped that she would become like the late Kathryn Khulman, the lady of faith.

“Lenie” had a obsession with boys at the age of 10 already and I discussed this with my wife, seeking advice. My wife started teaching her to create tapestry to keep her mind occupied with better things and I appreciated this both for my wife and the child's sake. Again the power of the drugs took over and my wife lost interest in teaching the child.

My wife needed more drugs and saw more doctors. Some refused to prescribe more drugs and told her she ought to have pills for more than a Month, according to pharmacy computer records.

To get more pills she fabricated a story to doctors that I am hitting her, abusing her and she had to use more drugs to cope with my outbursts and assault at home. Some doctors believed her and one doctor phoned me about this lie. Another doctor did not believe her and investigated her accusations properly and on closer examination told her he could not find any prove of assault on her whole body.

So she came with a better story to get more drugs. She told a doctor near my home, a doctor who knew me, my beloved wife said- that I am molesting a child that stays in our home every second weekend. She can't take it and need more drugs.

The doctor phoned me and asked me to come and see him immediately as he has already phoned the child protection unit. I said I am on my way but asked him why did he phone the police? He said he is bound by law to phone them if any molesting of children is reported to him.

I went to his office but the child protection unit never showed up. I explained the situation to the doctor and he gave me sound advice, including to think about divorce.

The friend who prayed for us gave me the same advice but I loved my wife and hoped that she will be healed and delivered from addiction soon. She seemed calm and satisfied. Some months later at the fitness club I was alone with “Lenie. She said; ”Daddy, there is the same man who I saw in the Supermarket before we came here.” a man played in the swimming pool with other children near us and payed no attention to us. When we made ready to leave about 15 minutes later I noticed this man was also preparing to leave. Outside the club we sat in my car for a few minutes but the man did not leave before us. When I drove off, I noticed a car driving from a parking space far behind me and keeping a distance, even when I was slowing down. When I stopped completely, he passed me and I saw it was the same man from the swimming pool.

I never saw him again and thought nothing more about it until about 3 Months later when my wife received a call from the Child Protection unit and I heard about every word, as I was sitting in our bedroom with my wife. Our room was sound-proof at the back of the house and it was very quiet. A man told my wife that they have been following her husband for almost 6 Months now and find no evidence of any molestation, whatsoever against him. He told her everything seems normal and that “Lenie “ loved me as a dad and I love her as my child. He told her he is going away for a week and she should phone him if anything happens but if he returns and there is no evidence he will close his investigation. She answered and said:'But I know there are things happening..” About a week later he phoned again and asked if she has any evidence of molestation. She said: “no, but I know it is happening..” He said he is sorry but without evidence there is no case. And closed his investigation.

My wife told me she had a dream about , how she taught “Lenie” How to have sex with me” and if I want to she will teach her.. I thought that she had gone mad and told her that “Lenie” is only 12 years old and asked her if the drugs have made her mad. My wife said no, there are prostitutes in Van Der Hoff road only 12 years old. I got scared to leave Lenie alone with my wife.

Only a few days later I got another shock of my life. Lenie was playing a Computer game and I was sitting on another chair close to the computer to show my interest in the game.. It was late, my wife went to bed and I was very tired, almost asleep on the chair. I closed my eyes, stretched my legs in front of me and started drifting into the windmills of my mind. Suddenly Lenie got onto my lap. I thought she wanted to kiss me goodnight but was shocked to find she was rubbing herself against my private parts. I was dumbfounded and did not know what to do. First I pretended to be asleep but realised she knew exactly what she was doing, rubbing at the right spot with intense movement. I opened my eyes and asked her what she was doing. She said; “nothing happened” She made it to appear that nothing have happened . I was not satisfied with her answer and demanded that she tell me where she learned to do this as she knew how and what to do. Myself have never experienced or seen anything like that in my whole life. She told me, she saw her stepsister doing this with her boyfriend one night when they were alone in their home. I did not tell my wife about this incident until after the court case because I was scared to loose my daughter and who could I trust to get her back on the right track. Suddenly every look at boys and grown men scared me. I asked her what her mother would do if I tell her about this incident. She said her mother would properly send her away for rehabilitation. I loved the child and tried to prevent this. I told “Lenie” that this is a great sin and she said, she don't think so, it is not a sin like drinking or smoking for these kind of sins everybody may see, everywhere, but what she have done, only we and God knew about this. So, we prayed together and she asked God's forgiveness. I thought this was the end of the story but satan had more plans in store. My wife told me it would be a good idea to take more children in our home and this way I may share my attention with more than one child. I also thought this was a good idea but knew something was wrong when satan brought 2 children into my home, children from a prostitute, working from her home. This same prostitute phoned me a few months ago about advice with her 13 year old daughter, who had a sexual relationship with a grown man who distributes pamphlets and also with her own boyfriend. When I visited her, a inspector from the child protection unit was at her home and wanted to take her daughter to the district surgeon for investigation. The daughter and her brother came to our house to stay with us for the school holiday. This was strange to me as my wife never liked anyone from this family. My wife made sure that Lenie would be far away during the holiday and that I would be alone with the prostitute's children. We watched video's together and suddenly my wife was tired, asked the girl to sit next to me and went to bed. Nothing serious happened, I was on guard for anything and also made ready to go to bed. Then the girl gave me a goodnight kiss, but with a big open mouth. Then I already knew satan was busy with a plan against me. The next evening, the girl asked me for more blankets. When I came back to the room, she was sitting totally naked on the bed. I stopped in my tracks, made excuse and turned around. I never went to her room again after that. She insisted to travel with me, like Lenie did. In Kempton Park, she asked me if I would marry her if me and may wife were to divorce. I made a joke and said:” yes, sure..”

A few days later, back in Pretoria, Lenie phoned me from Pietersburg, crying. She said: “daddy , now I am here in Pietersburg and the “other” girl is staying in my room..” I said: “..but Lenie, you know I love you the most..” I heard the “other” girl moving into the house. She had been listening to my telephone conversation. When I walked into the living room, she and my wife were in a serious conversation but they stopped speaking as soon as I entered the living room. This happened a few times and I knew they were up to something bad. The girls brother told me his sister has caused a lot of trouble through lies in the past. When I returned to my house someone, also living in our yard informed me to phone the Flying Squad (Police) as they are searching for me. I asked the man if this was about my wife, and he confirmed that she is making trouble and he and his wife are about to move. They don't want to stay close to my wife any more.

I decided not to call the police and to try and find out what the story might be. I had blind people and my mother doing fund raising and could not leave themselves without transport, so I decided to replace my number plates to first take care about them and to sell my one car to pay for a lawyer. When I went to pick up one of the blind men, the police were waiting for me as his wife had already informed the police that I will pick up her husband at this place and time.

A very rude Inspector from the Child Protection unit, cuffed me in public, shouting to passing by motorists: “ I got him, this is the man in the newspapers who raped children!!” Some motorist, replied: “Pill him! (meaning shoot him) I asked the inspector if this was necessary ? He searched everywhere for my gun, but could not find it so I told him it is in my shirt's front pocket, a small 6.35 pistol. He pushed me with force into his car and made me sit on my hands while cuffed to my back. The cuffs were on tight and I had to travel with him like that to Pretoria. I was worried about my mother and another blind man who were without transport and they did not know what was happening to me at all. Another “nameless” policeman picked up my mother without any explanation and took her home. My mother was worried and tried to phone me, my wife, the police and everyone to find out what was happening. No one could answer her. Late that night my wife phoned her and told her I am locked up in Pretoria North police cells.

The police searched through my car, but found nothing illegal or evidence for their “so- called case”. Only a traffic violation because of the wrong number plates. They took photos of me and the number plates, I saw they were really silly and completely unprofessional, asking me a thousand questions, accusing me of anything they could think of without any cause or evidence. They took film spools and all my tapes from the car, as well as my camera and I never saw it again.

The Inspector, I call him;” Inspector Blok” (not his real name to protect the guilty..) told me that I will find no lawyer who will be interested to defend me in South Africa. I told him I trust in God. He said: “ well, I also trust in God, but I tell you, you won't get bail, you won't have a lawyer and you will stand on your knees and beg for bail from me..”

While he was speaking his phone rang and a lawyer was on the other side, telling him that he is interested to defend me.. I only smiled as I saw the look on his face.. He wanted to know if I knew this lawyer and how did he get his number. I could only say: maybe God told him.. It seems this meant nothing to him and I went back to the cell. On my docket he wrote : NO BAIL Accused threaten to kill his wife.. The next day, he told my mother in public that all her children are murderers. My mother filed a complaint against him, together with other people who were also insulted by mr. Blok.

To my surprise I was taken to court by mr. Blok, alone, without being handcuffed and my door of his car not locked at all. It seemed he wanted me to try and escape. He knew I were a martial artist Instructor, and he was a short fat man. I could overcome him with ease. When I asked him about this, he said he wanted to shoot me.. I told him: “ at least then I know I'll be going to heaven, but where will you go..?” He said:”paedophiles don't go to heaven ..and he will do society a favour by shooting me” I had to remain calm but was really annoyed by this mr. blok.. I felt like disarming him only to make a point, but rather prayed for peace in my angry, frustrated state of mind.

At court I had no opportunity to apply for bail, after waiting the whole day in the small court cell, together with 15 other awaiting trail prisoners. They were smoking in this cell, with no ventilation and I used to be a none smoker for 20 years. Some of them cried and wanted to kill themselves, appearing at court for the 10 th time without bail. My case was postponed for 2 Months within a few seconds without any word or opportunity to say one word. At “New Lock” (Pretoria Local Prison) we waited at reception, hungry, tired, stressed gathered like cattle in a kraal to be taken to the cells. One man was crying and wanted to cut himself with broken glass. I told him about the presence of God even in these circumstances. He was worried about his family. I told him he will see them again and will get out of this place. They dumped us in a cell with about 100 awaiting trail people without enough beds. Most were sleeping on the floor on hard pieces of a carpet. Lice were everywhere. Nobody bathed as there are no facilities to bath. A broken geyser with open electrical wires, a broken toilet for 100 people, some sick. One yo ugh man have gone crazy and should have been in a mental hospital, laid on the cold floor, making noises all the time. The next morning we were divided into groups and taken to different cells. We had to buy a bed, sheets .. We asked our advocate to apply to send me to Weskoppies Hospital for Observation after 2 Months because I went into deep depression, heard how my wife sold my car, furniture, other men were sleeping with her and I could do nothing about it. I even heard mr. Blok visited her and who knows what went on while I am “saFe” behind bars..?

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