Instead of Saying “We Want Your Money”, they say “You Are a Bad Student”


His Excellency Donald Trump
The President of the United States

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The whole of the Belgian system is an accomplice to the sex-slavery . including UCL Saint-Luc, the university hospital which some are using as a platform for human traffic

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The education system in Belgium, for instance is only used to exclude certain groups from the labour market, as the KVH (Katholieke Vlaamse Hogeschool in Antwerp) and the VUB (Vrije Universiteit Brussel) did with me.  That was between 1984 and 1989. The purpose of the exclusion from the labour market is eventually the sex-slavery.

At the KVH (Katholieke Vlaamse Hogeschool – part of the Katholieke Universiteit Leuven (KUL)), a university for translators and interpreters, they tried to make me triple the first year for half a point.  

I was targeted in particular by Professor Robert Sinjan, an interpreter at the Belgian Parliament.  We knew about it because he was boasting about it and using it as a bait for attracting students whose dream was to do an internship at the Belgian Parliament, and to have them as a reference in view of working for the European Union.

At the proclamation I expressed my disappointment and I asked the management why I was able to get good grades during the year at the point that the other students asked for my help, and not at the final exams.  They told me that they themselves were very sorry they had to make such a decision.  They told me that the decision did not come from them, but from Morocco.

At the time it was very difficult for me to believe that Morocco would intervene in the decisions of the schools in Belgium, to decide my failure, and that the Belgians would listen to instructions coming from Morocco, unless it was someone in Morocco who is a Belgian.   I was puzzled and angry because the message was :

You can’t have a future in our country

That is what they were saying with the grades which which they exclude you from the labor market, while you are at school.  At the KVH or KUL they had at least the decency to provide some indications about where the problem was coming from.


I dropped out of this school with very good foreign language skills which they were unable to remove, like they probably did with my grades.

I have purposely chosen to learn the foreign languages to never depend on Belgium again for my future employment.  As it turned out, my first employment was with Mazda Motor Europe, a Japanese company and not with the Belgian companies as they were contributing to the massive unemployment of the Moroccans and the Turkish people, and also to human trafficking, which is closely linked to employment in Belgium, particularly in the cleaning sector.

This link between the employment and the human traffic  is highlighted in “Who is Selling the Sun to Whom” an analysis on tourism in Morocco, by the case study of Dims a Maghrebi bakery in Zaventem, and Beauté et Bien-être, a hairdresser in Woluwe Saint Lambert.  I understood that the stability of some Belgian employers depends on the income from the human trafficking directly (like some hairdressers) or indirectly (through the banks or the financial institutions like Leemans Kredieten).

The case of Dims reveals incessant harassment with registered letters, visits from the bailiffs and very expensive legal proceedings for a small delay by the accountant in submitting a tax return form to the Ministry of Finance.

baking-1417494_1920Compared to this bakery, they leave the Belgian bakers alone. who hire undocumented migrants, while the Maghrebi bakers are afraid to hire anyone illegally, including students.  Black labour and the employment of undocumented migrants are forms of human trafficking, and many Belgian employers do it.

However, the stock of migrants for undeclared labor and slavery is obviously prepared well in advance through the education in Belgium.


I thought that changing schools and changing cities would also change something about my development in this country.  Forget it !   The problem followed me to the next school, and it is still following me today : 

At the VUB, I was treated unfairly during an exam by Professor Roland Willemyns (Dutch Linguistics), who in his first session told me that my exam was over a few moments after asking him to repeat the exam question.  

In the second session, he asked me for the meaning of two words (overt and covert) which was in a footnote in the big book that we had to study by heart.  I didn’t know how to answer.   

I escalated the problem by letter to the Dean of Faculty whose name – if I remember well  – was Mr Corluy.  I complained that the exam was reduced to just one question related to a footnote.   They did not take any action, but they advised me to study something else as the whole of the council of professors in the Linguistics Department was ganging up against me, to make any further exams with them even harder.  That is how they avenge my complaint against Professor Willemyns, just because I wrote that the interrogation was not evenly spread to cover the full course.   

I took Press and Communication Sciences,  I was exempted from subjects like Economics and Statistics in which I scored above the average.   I was financially bankrupt because you don’t get any student grant after failing so many times, and I combined working and studying.   

Curiously enough, I had tbe best paid student job which the university employment service could attract.  I was working with Coca-Cola and Lee Coopers. These companies were reputed as “difficult to get in”.   Why was it possible for me to get in there and impossible to make it to the second year of the Belgian university ?   His Excellency Jean-Claude Bonnet the French-Algerian CEO of Lee Coopers assured a good income for me and a steady employment during two full summers, while at the university facing the Enemy.

I knew since then that I was dealing with the Enemy,
unless they show to me that they are normal humans


I was not the only student with this problem.  There were Greeks, Turkish and Congolese who also suffered a lot.  They were laughed at because they are immigrants seeking improvement, because they are struggling and because their countries were very poor at that time.  They became the objects of mockery at the VUB.   

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Amabilis is from Congo did between 10 or 12 years at least over a program of four years at the university.  At every exam they found a reason to have her re-do the exam or the entire year. I remained in contact with her during those years.  I recommended to her to start developing work experience which is more important than a diploma from a Belgian university. She insisted “I must get the damned university degree”  

The more she insisted on achieving this goal, the further they took her from all her goals, as they did with me and my projects that they found at the copyright house, because I kept everything secret, I didn’t start anything in Belgium and I kept everyone in Belgium away.    

She was over 40 year old when we finally gave her the degree which one  receives when one is 22 years old. Even with the university degree the harassment didn’t stop, and that was what I predicted when I recommended going to work normally.   The higher you rise, the easier life should normally be in a normal country. In Belgium, the higher you rise, the more they slow you down in more powerful ways than before.   

They’ve made her homeless more than once, too. She couldn’t find housing easily and buying an apartment was out of the question, because to get a mortgage, unless she got help from gangsters like Leemans Kredieten, she needed an open-ended employment contract, which she couldn’t get easily. Most of the jobs she held were temporary assignments, by temporary employment agencies.  

She held a few positions as a school teacher.  “what ? After everything they did to you, you are accepting to teach in their schools ???” I asked her with the big surprise.  “Yes, and it is in a school with many migrants, where no or few Belgian teachers want to work”, she explained. “And you want to fill up the gaps they made in their society?” I questioned with the intention to prompt her to become ruthless with them.  “But these kids have the right to schooling… More than half of the class is from your country, Naima. Are you indifferent towards them too ?” she argued. “Not if this were a private school, but in a school funded by the government, yes”. “Well you go and find the money for private schools.  I wish you good luck” she said with a tone that i will never find the money.

That is exactly the reason why I dropped out of the university sooner and I started work in the private enterprises. It is to learn more about investment, something which they don’t teach you at the Belgian universities.


The VUB just started in that period a partnership with the Boston University and this university was attracting Asians, Arabs and Africans…  I was puzzled.  Why are they more friendly with them and so nasty with the migrant children ?   Because of the partnership with the VUB (where they were so convinced that I was a bad student), I did not try the Boston University, all the more that they had professors from the university which hated me.   That is why I was puzzled about the fact that the same professors had totally different attitude towards the international students.

In that period the VUB introduced MBA  programs in English for attracting the foreign students, and this while they didn’t appreciate the students of migrant origin already living  on their soil.  I met black students from Suriname who were studying hospital management.  They were not slaughtering them like they do to the Moroccans, the Greeks, the Turkish and the Congolese.


Professor Willemyns posed a problem to all these foreigner except a Surinames language teacher named Jenny who came to prepare her doctorate degree in Belgium.  She already had a university degree, so he didn’t argue with her…  Or perhaps he was looking to get introduced in Suriname through her, in order to roll all their universities.

She was a very elegant black woman.  If she was able to succeed her exams with him, you can’t call him a racist, can you ?   He only attacks those who are at the beginning of the path and those who he can muzzle.   I studied English and French so that they can’t muzzle me.

The junior and senior students came warning me about Professor Willemyns.  They said that once you get him against you like this, he will make sure you get nowhere with your life.   They mentioned that he was some big and important guy in a powerful organization, but I was not impressed by Professor Willemyns.  Just from the blatant dishonesty and from the physique he has, I had my questions on whether he was a person with a disability. Who does he think he is?

The shape of his body was strikingly disproportionate that if you are born with the right proportions, he will definitely hate this about you.   His chest is really enormously large and sticking out too far from the rest of the body between his neck and his waist. His hips are really very large towards towards the waist and much smaller towards the buttocks.   I was also very amazed at his legs and feet every time when he walked in front of the students to unlock the classroom door. He is short, but the upper part of his legs are much longer than the part under the knee. It is like his legs below the knee stopped growing at some point, while the rest of his body, including his feet, continued to grow  He has an enormous shoulder and enormous arms that were really very muscled and not in accordance with an intellectual job, but more adapted for a construction worker.

I imagined that in his mind could actually be more in accordance with the body (relying on physical strength and much less on the brains).    He was so scary, his head was big and sticking between his shoulders, like he does not have a neck. He has enormous jaws, he was hiding much of his face behind his hair, his heavy beard and behind thick spectacles.   It was like he was doing everything not to be seen, and in my eyes this is the attitude of a hypocrite, of someone who is hiding from us a  lot about himself.

I don’t remember attending many classes with him. His class was empty. The students just don’t turn up and the reason was that he was smoking heavy tobacco, or perhaps shit, including during the class. I remember getting a headache and I never returned.   


I lifted my shoulder when the junior and senior students warned me.  “I am not impressed by this man, it is the reputation of the university which will be damaged if they don’t remove him, and if he tries anything with me.

In some ways he reminds me of Daniel Renson physically. Mentally he is closer to Lucien Leuwenkroon.  The shape of his body takes a lot after the one of Francis Vermeiren, on the latter is very tall.   He could be part of their mafia and their DNA group.  As I said earlier, the problem which I had in Antwerp followed me to Brussels.   Perhaps Professor Willemyns knew about me before I ever thought of going to the VUB.


At the VUB there is Professor Willemyns and Doctor Els Witte (the history of Belgian politics) who massacre the students, as in a slaughterhouse, with fascist grades. It looks like an ethnic cleansing at the university which was reserved for the white Belgians only, at that time (between 1980 and 1990).   I don’t know about today.   Frankly in 1988, I decided to never put a foot on the VUB campus again for the rest of my life. 

In my second year at the VUB, Doctor Els Witte posed the biggest threat to my advancement.   Even when the history is not your main subject or your major, everyone was obliged to attend her classes and her exams.   If for your majors you already had tons of handbooks to study, the history of Belgian politics was simply standing in the way of all the rest.

Doctor Els Witte was giving lectures to audiences of over 300 hundred people.  Her exams were all oral, if I remember well and she did hundreds of students.  She imposed the learning by heart of her entire book which is 600 pages printed in fine letters.   They reduced the number of pages in the most recent edition of September 2016.

We were supposed to remember the dates of when the Belgian government took important decisions, when major events occurred, and the names of the politicians, the people and the organizations which played a role in those events, the context of the events, and what happened before and after the event.

When your subject is languages, like English and French which are not easy languages, and you need to master technically the grammar, learn thick lists of vocabulary by heart, and you must fulfil literary research to understand the art and style of a book, in which you have the remember the content of the book, the life of the author and the context in which the book was published.  When you learn a foreign language, you also learn the history of the country from where the language originates.  I had all this on my plate.  The History of Belgian Politics prevents you from learning the foreign language.

Why do they expect of the students to learn by heart in less than one year the history of their country, which took many years for Doctor Els Witte to learn herself ?


If the politicians themselves are unable to remember every line and every decision in the Belgian Official Journal of last year alone, I don’t know why I was expected to remember all the decisions since 1830.   When in addition to this, you don’t find it interesting, it just doesn’t stick in your brains.

They make the education in Belgium so difficult that
you end up learning nothing.  It does not prepare you for any job,

and even less The History of Belgian Politics 

This course was designed to discourage study.


Though,  The History of Belgian Politics is a very interesting reference book which I will use for studying the mental illness in this country.  I congratulate Doctor Else Witte for all the hard work, because now we have a list of all the absurd decisions which the Belgian government has been taking since 1830.

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They wanted me to learn all the absurdity by heart

I understood nothing about the history of Belgium and why this country was so divided.  There is no line or logic which you can trace from the beginning until the end in the history of this country or in the book of Else Witte, apart from the history of the Belgian Monarchie. There, you have a line.  It is the only line which is forcing a logic on all the rest, in this country.

A normal history book projects an unfolding of events, a growth in something, like the growth of an empire, or the growth of an international power and influence, or the rise of an industry or a culture which typifies the tradition of the country, and which is tranmitted from generation to generation.  That is what history is about.  It tells how things have started, how they evolve and how they end.   Growth makes the story easy to remember for everyone, locals and foreigners alike.   It also makes it easy for film makers to produce movies about the history of a country.

Do you find it normal, Your Excellency President Donald Trump, that almost all students score so bad marks for the history of their country ?

I didn’t find a logic and that is the reason why I failed.  I didn’t see the link between one event and another, and studying a list of dates and the names becomes meaningless.  With all the respect for Dr Els Witte, she was not giving any meaning to all the events in Belgium.   I had professors at the Royal Atheneum of Antwerp who were more helpful than her in giving meaning to the historic events, such as the School Conflict which seemingly continues.

A normal history book also places all the political events against the macro-economic and the financial realities that have influenced a certain period.  In The History of Belgian Politics by Dr Els Witte, at least in the edition that I bought in 1984, you will find not one word about the National Bank of Belgium, no explanations on the ups and downs of the Belgian francs; the debts and the deficits.  Only in 2016, they seem to have added a business register.

There was a lot which was left out and an investigation is needed of all the editions of since 1974, when the first edition was published, because there have been far too many re-editions.  It is like Belgium has has had many lives and many different histories.


When Dr Witte asked me at the exam why I doubled my first year (in which Professor Willemyns sinked me) and why I changed course, I replied that it was because of racism.  She probably was expecting that I would discuss with her about her colleague Willemyns.

Upon hearing me say the word “racism”, she boasted out of laughter in front of me.  “Racism ?!  Do you think there is any racism in Belgium ?” she asked   She assured me that there was no racism in Belgium, like the one in the Congo, and even less at the VUB.

If she admits that there is racism in her country, then she will have to change the history in her famous book The History of Belgian Politics.   This is why  an investigation is needed for all the editions of since 1974 and perhaps if payments were offered for changing anything in the truth.   By stating this, I am not throwing any stones on Doctor Els Witte.  Her work is excellent and she was much better than Professor Willemyns


A very large number of foreign students had suffered this form of discrimination, from these two professors, and in the Belgian education system in general and in all age categories ;

I know a Moroccan woman from Taroudant (South Morocco) who in high school manages to get between 95 and 98 out of 100 for mathematics and who completely dropped out when she was asked to double her year, because she had an accident.  She was hit by a bus on her way to school by bicycle.

She broke a leg and remained in the hospital for many weeks. She was one of the best students and very beautiful as well. The school took advantage of the accident to fail all her studies, because you need to complete the secondary education for getting anywhere.   They probably knew that she would choose to drop out rather than to re-do all the lessons and make herself ridiculous with those idiots in the Belgium school system.  


I think, however, that this problem of discouraging students of foreign origin, especially Moroccans, is linked to public budgets for the education, which some want to put in their pockets. To achieve this, they admit a large number of students to allow for a larger budget for the following year.  Once the budget is voted on, they fail a very large number of students to exclude them from the scholarship, the next year. The scholarships come from the tax contributions which the parents paid.

The budget for the students who they failed on purpose is being embezzled and whitewashed, perhaps through the sales of weapons in the conflict zones like Northern Ireland, Lebanon, Congo, Columbia, Bosnia, etc.  


I wonder if the current numerus clausus in the schools of medicine in Belgium is a policy that also aims to eventually embezzle the education budgets.   Instead of simply saying to the students “we just want your money“, they say “you are bad students“. It is the Satanic spirit that has no place in an open and modern society.

However, if that is the way universities and higher education institutions in Belgium operate, which is by crushing the immigrants to the advantage of the Belgians, then this is probably also the way in which the psychopaths succeed their studies, to later become mayors, ministers, CEOs of companies and of big banks, to direct crimes and to go unnoticed.  

This is also how you find a dentist who intentionally destroyed my teeth and my smile, and a doctor who prescribed antibiotics probably to cause the diabetes disease for me.  I have the honour to enclose the file concerning the medical terrorism in Belgium. I eventually survived this type of terror without any medical assistance.

My brother had the same problem like me in the education system, as did many young Moroccans and other immigrants in the Belgian schools.  The education is normally used to build the economy, to distinguish the healthy from the sick minds, and the competent from the incompetent people. The studies serve to prepare the new generation to lift the country up.  

Belgium does not prepare anything with teachers like Roland Willemyns and with courses like the one of Doctor Els Witte, and I already suspected it when I was a student.

Madame Chief ProsecutorThe result is visible today, with mayors like Francis Vermeiren who prepares radicalized people in his municipality and companies with white-collar criminals who artificially try to maintain their grades and qualification which a university like the VUB has made these people believe.   

f9cf74_44f341e38d3347efbf48eed5ad2c435c-mv2_d_1280_1280_s_2This is why they resort to stealing business concepts from the immigrants and from the developing nations to cover up their inability to be creative, and they resort to highly ranked international audit companies to help the cheat, by pasting their letters in the annual balance sheets, with the intention to have the investors focus on the auditor and not the figures in the balance sheet.  One example is Lavazza and another example is NH Belgium CVBA


My father travelled 3000 kilometers to assert a better education for his children in a foreign country.  My father was believing in this country and he stopped believing in his children. That the professors would be cheating in all the schools and universities which we have been to, is something which he refused to believe.   He stopped investing in us.

The Moroccan Strawberry GateMy brother and I stopped believing in Belgium and we started believing in our own efforts to come out of a mess which was imposed on us by fate.  How could we know that all this had something to do with the farmland in Morocco, which they robbed from my maternal grandfather, and on which they grow and export strawberries to Albert Heijn and Delhaize ?  


Like many migrant children,  we found arbitrariness and dishonesty in the Belgian education.  Afterwards, they are surprised that the young people – especially immigrants – in this country no longer have respect for the authorities, like the school teachers, the university professors, but also the police, the Judges or even the Prosecutors because they have had the experience of being ridiculed and cheated on by all these authorities.  This is the gap between Belgians of immigrant origin and all administrations in the country. They make fun of the foreigners in this country.


One consequence because of professors like Roland Willemyns and the disappearance of the respect is that currently, the teachers are so mocked that the schools no longer find anybody who wants the job of teaching in front of a class of young people.   This is because the fist or even the knife are perhaps the only way to get good points and to ensure a future in this country. The power disappears in the face of violence.

Soon they  will laugh at all the mayors and all the politicians also, because of people like Francis Vermeiren, and we will laugh even more at all the Belgian chambers of commerce because of people like Lucien Leuwenkroon, because they have managed to occupy positions of authority through cheating.   Once in that position, they abuse their power until they don’t have it any more because of disobedience or a total indifference towards them.

This is what I advised the Moroccan authority to do, which is not to listen to the transgressors who try to change the wealth and fortune of our country.  You have to develop a total disdain for them. They are people who leave bad marks on the collective conscience. They’re called traitors.

The mistake which Morocco made
was to respect and to obey Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon,
and this is what makes a master of him and a slave of you.

Integrity is important for the future of the whole country, especially in terms of foreign investments unless Belgium has planned its own particular solution. I am thinking in particular of the Euro, by which we no longer see the achievements or the lack thereof by the Belgian people.


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Torture At The Beauty Parlor


Their Majesties King Philippe and Queen Mathilde of Belgium


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This story is about a Belgian hairdresser who was possibly paid large sums for injuring my scalp with a sharp rattail comb and subsequently with the chemicals for relaxing the curls.  In less than one year she evolved from someone without a salon, who hired a tiny corner in a nail salon with someone else, in the Matongé, a working-class district, which is highly populated by poor people, of which the majority is from the Congo, to someone with a posh salon in Audergem in an upper-class area of Brussels, where the Belgians live, who became very rich in the former colonies and who built opulent villa’s there.
Her name is Colette Manirakiza.  She is a young and bright Rwanda-born Congolese woman.  She is normally very good in what she does which is hairdressing.  Colette Manirakiza was my Congolese hairdresser since 2005, after I dumped Beatrice De Wilde (of whom the partner betrayed the group-purchasing project, in a period when one Member of the European Parliament and his entire family lost his life).   

Colette used to be gentle with me and the hair grew long and strong particularly with the oils I developed myself (insert).  Technically she can work very well if she wants, particularly with difficult chemical products, like cream relaxers, which very few salons use in Belgium.

We started off very well together, she was listening to my needs, and for as long as she was respecting this the hair grew long and strong.  For example, I forbade using too many heat sources, I preferred to cold dry the hair.


portrait-856125_1280She was trained into using Avlon which is an impeccable brand, by Shereen, a Jamaican hairdresser from whom she took over the business, which was located in a shopping gallery in the high-end of Brussels. When the going went tough, she resorted to a cheaper brand such as Motions, which allowed her to buy large buckets with more profit margin for her.

She was doing well until she was asked to leave that shop as the entire gallery was being refurbished.  She had a hard time making ends meet and she associated with other beauticians, but her water and electrical consumption was so different that the partnerships didn’t work, after which she was totally on her own again to pay the rent for the shop and all the other expenses.  

I have seen her fall deeper into difficulties. She moved to a miserable shop in the Matongé, on chaussée de Wavre, in which nothing was working.   She could not serve more than two people because she only had one washing chair, and thus she was unable to make sufficient income to expand her business or to buy sufficient amounts of hair products, to serve more clients.  She couldn’t charge the price that she wanted because there was no hot running water and no heating also. The only time when you experience some heat is under the drying cap.
Nevertheless, it used to be a pleasure to be taken care of by her, even if at some point she was using her child’s bedroom as a salon, in her very small and humble social apartment, which she shared with her sisters, who were looking after her newborn baby while she serves the client.

She did that for more than a year between 2008 and 2010.   She could only serve one person at a time because there was no space, and no more than three clients per day, .  She couldn’t make enough money to convince the banks for a credit to start her own shop. She has one school-going teenager and she herself was pregnant.  The bills were adding up. During the period of working from home she also had to bear the costs of delivering a baby. She gave birth to a baby daughter in April or May 2009.  

I continued going to her, to encourage her just by being a client, until she tried to involve me in a network marketing club for health products – given that I was creating my own cosmetics – in which I felt scrutinized by highly intrusive individuals.  I eventually dropped her in 2011.
Value Proposal_Anaccell Skin and Scalp Immunity Trial Offer_compressed for webLooking back, she started changing a little towards October 2009, when she noticed a spectacularly fast regrowth of the hair, and also that it was much more elastic, well hydrated and more resistant against the heat than ever before.  That was about one year of experimentations with essential oil preparations which I made for boosting the immune system, through the scalp.  She asked me what it was that was using.  

Given the results, she requested several time if I could teach her about essential oils and how to use them.  I kindly told her that I hadn’t finished studying myself and that some training will be supplied to the beauticians, later when the company is up an running, but not now.  She was interested to know what was in the things I was using, and I advised she should try to do her own research in order to get the best understanding of that.
I wanted to experiment on other people as well and I suggested to work together with her not only on developing products that any client would tolerate through the personalization, but also on giving her the competitive edge to be the exclusive distributor, and to order through the Internet, at any time of the day, and without spending anything on lengthy phone conversations.  

I let her take the decisions in her own time, and I showed her the basic commission scheme which she will be earning on every order.  Her eyes popped. “You will be able to run more than one shop instead of none at all” I said. I prepared a partnership dossier to launch “Native Collection”.   I sent the dossier to the Minister of Economy in Morocco with a request on how to apply for a patent in Morocco.


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In a normal world, where business people work together on pushing forward a new concept, she would have said “let’s do it and start now”.   But, in a hell like Belgium, they grill you alive for these kind of initiatives. They will hit you and tear you down like savages.

At the time, I had no idea with whom she was discussing her business.   Today, I could only suspect that she discussed it all with the father of her second child.  She was also discussing things with the bank, which she solicited for a loan to open a shop.
Because I never criticized her, she talked to me about her private life.  So I learned that she was high pregnant when she began “dating” a boyfriend from Togo, if you know what I mean.  The shocking part is that he is not even the father of the baby she was bearing. He was at the same time a salesman in the cosmetics.  He had many salons as clients, and he was making good money.

I had a hard time believing that any Togolese would accept being her “fiancé” while she was about to give birth to the child of another man, unless he doesn’t have any morals… or unless he has seen “money”.
One day, in Summer 2009, I learned she was going on vacation to Togo for 8 weeks with her fiancé.  Today I wonder how an independent professional hairdresser who wasn’t making any money just a minute before, could suddenly afford to take an exceptionally long vacation.   

She hardly gave birth, her baby was only three months.  So I asked “are you taking your baby with you to such a hot country ?”    “No” she answered “my sisters will look after it”. I learned from her that the day after her departure to Togo, they had to take her baby to the hospital with a fever after crying long hours for her mom.  At her return the baby didn’t want to look at her, she couldn’t stand to be in her arms and she would throw up any food her mom gave to her. She was fired as a mother. She found this amazing. It is, but I was not surprised as babies are highly intelligent and they understand much more than we think.  They also know it when the father is missing.
Shortly after she returned from “Togo”, things seemed to suddenly speed up in her life. She told me that she found a shop not far from her house on Place de la Commune in Audergem.  Her fiancé signed with her as the co-owner of the shop to help get the credit from her bank, she told me.  I wondered when she found the time to look for the new shop, if she was traveling abroad, if she was in the hospital just before with a new-born, and she was still talking to the banks for a loan ?  


la santé osseuseShe changed her attitude with me towards October 2009, but I noticed it for real in May 2010, when she advised me to meet some other people who deal with natural health products for the bones (santé osseuse).  I was not so keen on meeting these people, but perhaps they might provide clues on whether to keep Colette or to dump her, if she is conspiring to help other rob the essential oils strategy.

Her life seemed transformed by the new shop, in a really posh area of Brussels, as part of a brand new shopping mall, the equipment was all design, and it came from Italy.  I could see from the very comfortable arm chairs in true leather, that it must have been quite an investment.

The chances are that they never bought anything in Belgium.  Her shop looks very similar to the Lavazza design for the shops.   She had an automated coffee machine for hot drinks (instant soup, coffee, tea, hot chocolate) and she offered the drinks for free of charge, though she didn’t change her hair dressing tariffs much.  Perhaps the coffee machine was from Lavazza after all, but I didn’t pay attention to it.

Her life was totally something else compared with the long period of financial struggle and depending on social aid.  All this in Audergem, an upscale and leafy suburb of Brussels, a few blocks away from the Center for Economic Development of the ACP countries, which is a big organization full of people with afro-hair.  I was so happy for her, and I wasn’t asking too many questions about how she was doing it all, because of her “fiancé”.
Shortly before the opening of her shop, she broke up with her “fiancé”.  She took over the contract to work entirely on her own. In spite of this she could still afford on her own quite a posh hair salon, with the latest seats and mirrors, and with hair drying caps like sitting in a helicopter, with a computerized dashboard of the outside.

Today I think that someone other than her “fiancé” changed her situation fundamentally, and that her “fiancé” was hired to “play the game” to fool everyone, including the tax man, the notary, the bank and me.  Someone must have offered a lot of money to her to do something.
By then, I entirely entrusted my head to her without commenting about my needs, wants and likes.  I just let her do her job, like usual.

At her new shop, she seemed to damage my scalp repetitively with a cream relaxer, no matter how often I tell her to treat the sensitive areas last.  she also started damaging my scalp with a sharp rattail comb and subsequently with the chemicals for relaxing the curls.  It hurts terribly when the cream relaxer touches the areas that previously got irritated with the comb.

Each time I left her salon with small wounds which began to burn hours after the treatment and during days.  The blow dryer also seemed to become hotter and hotter.  When I comment on that she would say “I suggested the dryer cap, and you don’t want that”. Luckily I was going every two or three months, but each time I came out of the salon with blood on certain parts of the scalp, really hurting.   


When I did go, I spent my time with her shouting “aaai, uhu you hurt me !”   She digs holes in my scalp with the comb and after the damage is done she just says “oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”.   Then she expects me to pay the full amount, which kept rising ever more, every time I go to her. The last time I went to her salon was on 19 August 2011, because I thought I was paying too much money (100 – 120 Euro) for getting so much hurt.

One day after she finished my hair, I pulled up my own lotion to soothe the scalp.  While rubbing it in, I told her that the injuries heal quickly with the essential oils.  Then she asked again “is it possible for you to teach me about the essential oils, because I am really very interested ?”   I guess if I don’t, she will face bankruptcy, because that is what the Orchestrator will do to her anyway in the very end, as a Congolese.  Overall, she was no longer listening to me, like she used to in 2005.  

Despite my protests to be gentle with my head and hair, she continued until I eventually stopped going to her.  I stopped when she began to apply a stronger formula of hair relaxer on me, while the deal with me was to use the formula for the kids, like “Just for Me”.  

When I specifically request a mild formula or a kid’s formula, she would argue and go for a stronger formula, and she kept treating those sensitive areas too soon in the process.  It’s like with the dentist. Once they start working on you, it becomes difficult just to take your bag and to run away.
Today, I am placing her changing attitude against a context of corruption.   I don’t think that Togo was the country where she spent 8 weeks with her so-called fiancé, but Morocco.  I imagine that they were given enormous amounts of money in cash to take with them in the plane to Belgium in addition to subsidies or an easy bank loan, locally in Belgium, to make it appear like the business was built with the bank loans.  

The chances are that she has never been to any bank, but to a private credit broker like Leemans Kredieten, which might ask you, as part of the agreement, to pick up the funds in Morocco an to pay it back to Leemans Kredieten.  This is why Colette could afford a top notch location and hot drinks for free without changing the tariffs for her clients. She could also afford to work completely independent, because it was in her interest to keep out any business partner.  That is how her hair salon has become part of a massive whitewashing engin of money from crimes like human traffic and illegal migration.
anaccell force_editedHer name and address was in a document named “Anaccell Force – Dossier de partenariat.  It was about a hair serum which I invented and which I included in my intellectual property demand to the Minister of Economy of Morocco.  I was using that project as a shield to protect the other projects, so I really didn’t care which salon I was putting down for a partnership.  That was one of the business plans which I filled up with simply anything, to see what will happen to that one too.

I included that dossier with innovation center dossier, so that if they recognize one, they will have to recognize the other also.   If they recognize Anaccell, they will have to recognize Aurum Helix as well. Anaccell was copied by Geomer and by Codage.

All the dossiers must have landed in the hands of the Orchestrator, who is Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon and it could also be that Mr Daniel Renson has served as an agent for arranging things locally in Belgium.

 They were all avenging something that I still ignore today

Therefore, I think she too got paid to destroy me… I mean, if you look at her salon, and the expensive location of it, it says it all.   
I don’t normally comment on other people’s private situation, but this is an exceptional dossier, which helps open the eyes on the kind of black or migrant woman who Lucien Leuwenkroon  and his mafia would support. He supports people who mess up the lives of everyone, including themselves.

Colette  has always been a single mother of two daughters with different fathers.   She never revealed to anybody who the father is.  Perhaps he could be the person who influenced her business and her actions against me.  Perhaps he is the man who paid her not only to damage my scalp, but to also never reveal who the father is, particularly of her second daughter.
For the time being, I am taming the hair with lots of hair pins and with a headscarf.  I identified another hair salon, and I wait for better times to start going there, if I still need to be here, in this hell of a place.

I will report this story to the local Belgian financial police to question together with the tax authorities the investments of Colette Coiffure, to understand how her situation transformed radically in less than one year, starting from Summer 2009.


Naima Mouali
President of United Chambers and Innovation Consultant
Founder of Anaccell Corporation
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Discover the Exceptional Charity of a Fake Saudi Prince in Brussels

Please browse the brochure of the generous Prince Jamal Foundation, which is located in the UNDP offices in Brussels.

I met enormously friendly people at the Prince Jamal Al Noaimi Foundation. Here is my story, or click on the beautiful picture of Prince Jamal.

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An American Magazine Reported the Foundation is a Scam

While I believed that I missed a big opportunity in 2010, as you will learn from my report about my visit to the foundation, the foundation might be fake.   To make sure that this is so, I googled it up and  I found an article on the Internet which says that the Prince Al Noaimi Foundation is a scam.  It comes from a magazine which is specialized in investigative reporting and it is named “Reveal”.

Here is an excerpt :  Click on the image to visit the source of this information directly and learn more on how it attempts to affect the real estate business reputation of His Excellency Donald Trump, the President of the United States :

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You bet we shall reveal EVERYTHING !

As I have met a few people and I kept the brochure handy, I saw something very curious about which I am not so sure:

The Vice President of the Prince Jamal Foundation who I met, and who clashed with me simply because I asked questions,  was called Omar Yahiaoui and he looks like this :

Omar Yahyaoui

There is something about his physionomy, the shape of his nose, his ears, but most of all his hairline.  The hairline is one thing you can’t change with surgery, and this picture remind me of Salah Abdeslam.

So I search for his picture and I am comparing them.   As I am uncapable to know with precision that it is the same person on both pictures, I will send it to someone who can determine that.

Salah Versus Omar

But, I Could Be Wrong !

Beforehand, I apologize to Mr Omar Yahyaoui if I am wrong.   I will definitely remove the comparison if he or anyone else feels offended by this comparison, but it is for the sake of the security of everyone that I post this comparison, also for Mr Salah Abdeslam.  What if Salah Abdeslam is innocent and the other one is not ?

If Salah Abdeslam is innocent, he can use this comparison to tell the police that they caught the wrong man

That is why I am posting these pictures.   And why not add this picture here :


Ask Mr Abdeslam “Is this the man who told you that you must not speak ?”

Is this the via-via who arranges travel visas at the Belgian Chamber of Commerce in Casablanca instead of the Belgian Consulate in Rabat ?


Is this the man who everyone is scared of ?


Naima Mouali, President of the United Chambers.

Coast Guard Alert : Fruit Carrier Sirius II Carries Moroccan Kids from Casablanca to Rotterdam, EDA 6 April

Port of Casablanca
His Excellency Donald Trump,
The President of the United States
White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC 20500, USA
Dear Donald Trump_address

Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon is originally from Antwerp, and he is the President of the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce in Casablanca (CCBLM).  A couple of weeks ago I was tipped about Mr Lucien Luewenkroon’s capacity to commit murders.

Witnesses in Antwerp reported that he financed terrorists in Northern Ireland in 1984.  A banker from Luxembourg accompanied Mr Leuwenkroon only to be assassinated possibly for the money which the banker was carrying with him to Northern Ireland, and he possibily travelled with a totally different idea of what he was going to find there.
The answer is “yes”.  Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon, the President of CCBLM and of Lavazza, has reportedly been involved in murders, or has murdered people in Morocco and in Tunisia, and he might therefore be capable of murdering people.
I have also learned that in 1986, Mr Leuwenkroon may have killed two Algerian men in Morocco, during a fight involving six people, two Belgians, two Moroccans and two Algerians. The second Belgian next to Mr Leuwekroon is reportedly Mr Daniel Renson.  It happened in the street in front of a hotel in Essaouira.  The two Algerians were stabbed to death. I was told that Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon was one of persons who committed the stabbings on both the Algerians.
There are witnesses of this double murder ready to speak only after Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon has been arrested, and not before.
So this is how he does it.  He organizes the killing of somebody in a foreign country, like the Algerians in Morocco, and masses of Moroccans in Belgium, Syria, Irak, Yemen and Afghanistan, I suppose.
He would have repeated the utterly horrible crime of pushing a human being through the window from a considerable height, in the United States. He would have pushed a young woman from the 23rd floor of a hotel in Las Vegas, very similar to what happened in Tunisia.  The murder in Las Vegas reportedly happened in 1992 or in 1993.

Pirate Alert

I have been tipped on a shipment of 13 female children, all Moroccans on a Liberian fruit carrier named Sirius II, with a Liberian captain, which left Casablanca (Morocco) on 2 April, to Rotterdam (the Netherlands).
I am posting the written note from the tipster, who I never met.  People who know that I denounce the human traffic and who want to remains annonymous, make sure I receive the tips one way or other.   That is how this piece of paper fell in my hands.
The message was sent by insiders who heard that I do everything to get Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon caught.   It looks like the man doesn’t have any more friends anywhere in the world.  Only the Moroccans are still his friend, and I don’t know how comes.
See transcript below:
“Sirius II is a fruit carrier.   They are going to change the name (of the boat) when they have left the Port of Casablanca.   The new name is “Black Barth”.  The boat is expected to arrive in Rotterdam aproximately on April 7.   On board are 13 Moroccan women ( 7 are 14 years old, 2 are 15 years old, and 4 are 16 years old ).  The shipping papers were arranged by the “Midget” (Leuwenkroon Lucien).  The ship has th flag from Liberia”
Without any parents accompanying the children, it looks like a kidnapping and there must be a corresponding number of missing persons in Morocco.
They planned to leave today (3 April 2018), but meanwhile one of the children died or didn’t survive “something”.  It caused a departure from Casablanca sooner than planned.
They effectively left on the morning of 2 April, perhaps while I was being tipped.  The estimated date of arrival changes from 7 April to 6 April 2018, if Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon does not arrange for the boat to sink with everyone inside of it.   He is reportedly capable of doing this just not to be caught.

Request for an Audit of the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce in Casablanca, today !

Even when he sinks his own ships, Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon will not escape.  There is question of papers which Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon would have signed for the shipment.
Unless the shipment for Rotterdam concerns the goods for his business, the clearance should normally come from a Dutch Chamber of Commerce in Morocco, and not from the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce in Casablanca (CCBLM), where Lucien Leuwenkroon is the President.  The CCBLM is not responsible for the exports to the Netherlands.
It must be considered that the clearance concerns his goods which primarily consists of other people’s children who his mafia has kidnapped, and of red and blue berries, like the one’s I found in Delhaize and Albert Heijn
The Moroccan Strawberry Gate
The Moroccan police should try to get hold of the clearance papers for evidence. This is the reason why on 12 March  I have demanded to the Moroccan government the shutdown of the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce, I have requested to make an end to the slavery, and to search the premises for false documents like passports, visas, driver’s licences etc.

Furthermore, here is some related information on why searching for the boat with the children and getting Mr Lucien Luewenkroon caught is so important :

In my recent letter to the FM5 Fund for Soldarity I denounced the fact that the CCBLM was crossing the boundary of the scope reserved for this chamber.   That seems to me from the sudden and very curioius involvement in Halal by this chamber of commerce, perhaps only with the intention to loot the Islamic Development Bank in Saudi Arabia.   I identified Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon as the orchestrator of the failures in the Moroccan economy.
I demanded to the Belgian authorities to shut down all the Lavazza cafés, of whom the owner is Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon.  I found indications of black labor and possibly slavery too.
The popular mobilization and the posting of his photo on the Allah Ghaleb blog  caused more people (including family member of the diseased) to contact me with additional information about Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon.
He would have murdered people in Algeria (1986), Lebanon (1987), Egypt (1992), Turkey (1993), Bosnia (1993), Servia (1995), Mali (1998), Ukraine (2014), and Yemen (2016).   In all these countries, he almost exclusively kills the Moslims, including in Bosnia where he reportedly joined the killer squads of Milosevic.
That is how successful the posting of his photo on the Internet is 
The reason why he has never been caught is because he uses a different identity for traveling to all these countries.  A Bosnian witness reported that his name is not Lucien Leuwenkroon but François Leemans.    On hearing this, I immediately thought of “Lehman”, like in “Lehman Brothers”.
By using a different identity and passport for traveling to all the countries, his true Belgian identity and passport remain impeccable, without the stamps from all these countries,   In this way, his travel itinerary to the war zones in the world remain unreported.

What if he dies or gets injured where he was not supposed to travel ?

Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon narrowly escaped death in Mogdishu, Somalia, in 2016, where he was shoot at by a terror group, when something went wrong in the weapons delivery.
It has been reported that when he doesn’t agree with you, he simply pulls up the gun and he shoots at you.  This is how he solves any argument.
I am now in the process of gathering the stories of the murders in each of the above mentioned countries, with the intention to put into evidence Mr Leuwenkroon’s involvement in armed conflicts everywhere.
I am turning to you, dear President Donald Trump of the United States, it is because I am done telling Morocco to sack the people who messed up the economy of my country with criminality to the degree that almost nobody there sees it.

Please contact me if you need further details or if you anything to add to the information above.  My contact details are further below.

Naima Mouali

President of United Chambers and Innovation Consultant
Founder of Anaccell Corporation
e-mail :
Phone:+ 1 541 366 4478
WhatsApp + 32 465 40 15 98
Twitter: @unitedchambers @meedanaltatweer


They Hired Me Out of Deloitte, Only to Sack Me at KPN-O


How to Spot the Presence of the Enemy in a Business

On Medi 1 web pages, I found some news about IMF boss Madame Christine Lagarde, getting in trouble with the French legal authorities, for her role in a private arbitration case between businessman Bernard Tapie and Crédit Lyonnais. concerning the resale of Adidas, in 2008.

She was interrogated on 27 August 2014 by the Court of Justice of the Republic, which examines actions by the members of the government during their practice.  The judgment was in favor of Mr Tapie who get paid 400 million Euro and 45 million Euro for moral damages. It is not clear from the article if Crédit Lyonnais is paying these amounts to Mr Tapie.   This decision was taken while Madame Lagarde was the Minister of Economy. The question is why she didn’t use the official legal system and why she didn’t take legal recourse after the sentence. Hence the reproach of a “negligence” by Madame Lagarde, according to the Court of Justice of the Republic, I suppose.   

The answer (of my own) is that she was pressured to make that “private sentence”.  That’s what I think when I see who else was involved. The articles says that the non-government chapter of the same dossier involves 5 other people who are questioned for fraud and organized crime.  Among them is Mr Tapie himself and Stephane Richard who is the CEO of Orange and who used to be Madame Lagarde’s the Chief of Cabinet. I wonder who the other 3 people are.  I hope Mr André Azoulay and Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon are part of this club.


To work in the government first and to turn CEO of a telecommunications company, from one day to the next, like Stéphane is a very miraculous promotion.  I think they should examine this promotion also, because I am very interested in the element “Orange”. I want to know who propelled Miss Lagarde in that position.  He might be the same person who arranged to get me fired from Orange in Brussels.

I was attracted by the management of KPN-Orange (KPN-O) through a employee-referral program, to work for KPN-O in Belgium, just to get sacked a little later.   That too is a tactic of the mafia to ruin the careers of non-Europeans, but I knowingly took the risk and I made sure I learned a lot about telecoms in a minimum of time.  As a planning and reporting analyst I kept all the data, I advised the Board of Directors of mismanagement, and I sued the company in 2001, for moral harassment. The case is still pending.  

Through colleagues, I learned that the manager who sacked me (Fons Nuyts) was awarded the dream of his life, which was a sailing boat and perhaps some other perks, like a big car.  He got sacked himself one year after he sacked me.


Today, with more knowledge of who the mafia is, I can confirm that he is part of it physically.  Just like Mr Daniel Renson, Mr Nuyts has a head much too big in proportion with the shoulders and the rest of the body, he has an enormous jaw, with teeth like a little like Dracula, with big warts on his neck – which he removed for becoming a director, very big feet, an exceptional bright yellow eye color, like those of a wolf, and I am not kidding.  He has the eyes of a predator.   




His laughter was like thunder.   You could hear him laugh or shout throughout the whole building.  In the beginning, and just for the fun in my discussions about him with my brother, I was referring to him as “a Neanderthal”, not knowing that I was actually right on target, because he has something of brute about him.  Mr Nuyts could well be a true Neanderthal and part of the 1 % richest Europeans with Neanderthal DNA.

Emotionally he is unstable, aggressive, insecure, greedy and motivated by jealousy, also like Mr Daniel Renson.   He was a manager, but he wanted to move up quickly, to become the CEO…. just like that, without becoming a director first.  A blitz-career is a typical trait of this species.  Yet in the meetings with the other departments, he never spoke one word.  He comes across like very shy to explain something, and when he does, I noticed that he never finishes the sentences or the thought.  He speaks in fractions of sentences and he expects you to assemble and understand him.  In the beginning, I was willing to cooperate until I realized that he actually hired me for helping him express his thoughts.  Afterwards I refused to help him cover up the inability which might require a deeper examination./  

For rising upward, he did everything to make the CEO in office fall.  He was considering everyone including me as a competitor and sending around lies about them to modify the relationships between the colleagues.   He was breaking up teams in the other departments and putting obstacles to the IT projects.

He eventually made CEO Jean-Claude Vandenbosch fall and in the process, he brought the company to it’s knees, with high debts. Perhaps that is why he deserved perks and presents bigger than life by his mafia.

Mr Fons Nuyts is a Flemish from Geel, an area of Flanders where mentally disturbed people are segregated from the rest of the society, but they almost look “normal”.   I think he recruited me because I was blond, and he thought that I was a Neanderthal like him.  However, the entire family of Mr Fons Nuyts was decimated by cancer, just like Mr Daniel Renson, which could be an indication that they are from the same breed.  Mr Nuyts’ mother died shortly after I was recruited.   


One day, he saw a new recruit in the IT department and she was a black young woman african-1129024_640from France.   She stopped by in my office while he was there too. I greeted her. He didn’t greet her because she was black or African. His angry eyes remained fixated on her and they were filling with tears.  I could see and feel his rage build up, out of disdain, throughout her presence in my office.

money-1428587_1280When she left, he relaxed and then he said : “I have a brother who works for the World Bank.  He is a mining engineer, and he often travels to Africa. He told me that the Negros are the lowest category of the human species.”   

The woman, who’s name is Isabel Bisson, was the IT engineer who implemented the entire geographical interface system of Orange, and when she presented the marvelous result of her work, the IT managers, who were all Belgians, were making fun of her. That is how it goes in Belgium. It’s an abominable country for investments.
I also picked up that “Rose Ballets” (naked gatherings) were being organized somewhere in Wallonia.  The first time I learned about Rose Ballets was during the revelation of the pedophilia cases of Marc Dutroux, in relationship to his friend Michel Nihoul, a Brussels’ ‘business man”.   The Rose Ballets were organized by the head of human resources, Laurence Garrido (attachment_06), and she involved the staff who unless they participated, they would not be promoted.

Laurence Garrido is an Algerian-born French national.   She replaced the Lebanese Misshak Véhouni, who recruited me.  As soon as she was on board, many Moroccans, like me, got sacked.   She was asked to leave when the Board of KPN took over the company from France Télécom (owner of Orange).  The company was renamed into “Base” (probably from Baiser in French), by the major shareholder, the South-African business-man Stanley Miller, took over the direction of the company in 2003.  He fired an enormous amount of people. The company has also been renamed recently into JIM.

Orange, World Bank, France Télécom, French Algeria, Rose Ballets… All this is Satanic. Sounds familiar. That is why I would like to know who propelled Stéphane Richard to the position of CEO at Orange, in the judicial dossier of Madame Lagarde.  

Naima Mouali

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Belgium Is the Industrial Graveyard of Europe

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Highlights from our letter to His Excellency Xi Jinping, the President of the People’s Republic of China, of 29 March 2018 with warnings to 500 Chinese enterprises that were secuded to invest in Belgium with ideas from plans to build a network of incubatores which did not come from a Belgian and that were not intended for Belgium, but for Morocco, originally.  So much for the copyrights, and this while China has generally been considered the country that slams the copyrights of everybody.

The letter to the Chinese President puts into evidence the experience of the ethnic minorities in Belgium, of whom the human right and the copyrights are violated, every day.  This is the country of the cold case, where the murders of foreign women are rately or never investigatedThis is the country which thrives on the prostitution-slaveryThis is the country which wants to make of every Muslim a terroristIt is the country where the young Arabs are deprived of decent and of higher educationThis is the country where we are all like pressed Jaffa lemons

And this country would have respect for any copyright ?

This is the country where they destroy the copyrights and where they kill the innovations by the people of immigrant origin.  When I began to complain about my business plan being stolen, that I was sending letters with innovations to Morocco and that I would hear about the innovation in Belgium, they – in addition to the theft of the copyrights, they wanted me to think that the Moroccans betrayed me.  This is, the image which they want to sell to me about my own country.


Belgium is also the country with the highest rates of racism.   After exposing all these pitfals in a report named The Real Economic Situation of Belgium, I question what it is the 500 Chinese enterprises leaders must expect when establishing their companies in Belgium.

You can read the full letter to His Excellency Xi Jinping, the President of the People’s Republic of China, of 29 March 2018You can read the brief on our diversity incubator blog, or some quotes further below, here on this page :

Quotes :

I came across an article that says that 500 Chinese enterprises would choose Belgium as the best country in Europe for investing. 

It was big news in the country and 70 of them are on their way to getting established in Belgium next week on 21 March 2012.

That so many Chinese companies at the same time decide to come this hell hole, was a big surprise to me.


Belgium Is The Opposite of China

“I found it very surprising because this country is the opposite of China.   Belgium is in all aspects one of the most expensive countries in the world, including in Europe.   How can it be that this is the best place to conduct business in ?   The Chinese companies would be doing exactly the opposite of what all the European companies are doing if they can help it, which is to get out of this country fast.”   

I strongly doubt that this will be beneficial for the competitive pricing which makes of the Chinese goods the most popular goods around the world.  By putting Belgium in between the Chinese factories and the European markets the prices of the Chinese goods will become unattractive, including for the other neighboring European markets.

“The 70 Chinese enterprises who signed up for the deal to settle in Belgium run the risk of not finding any markets at all, and this is a catastrophe which you as a government official should try to avoid”.

“I have the impression that very little or very bad intelligence about Belgium was passed on to the 500 Chinese enterprises.  That is why I have prepared a report named “The Real Economic Situation of Belgium”.  This report enables the Chinese enterprise leaders to ask the right questions when negotiating with Belgium”.

“How can 500 Chinese enterprises be unaware of Mr Ping An’s loss of hundreds of million Euro in Belgium due to a investment fraud with the big Belgian Fortis Bank ?”


A Trade War Begins With the Copyrights

“I would be cautious with this country.  The fact that Brussels will host the Chinese enterprises in some incubators on her territory looks to me like a poisoned present.   The deal with the Chinese enterprises is not to pay any rent during one year, but it looks like a setup for unfair practices that the Chinese enterprises won’t suspect until many years later.   Let me explain :

During the previous decades, China was accused of copying European goods.   As a response, Europe strengthened her measures to protect the intellectual property rights of her citizens and of her companies, in and the related European trade.   China was thus seen as “a big danger” for the European economy, as is China was the thief.”

70 enterprises are willfully flying over from China to become the victims in Brussels”

The Chinese or the ethnic entrepreneur will be isolated in an exclusively white environment, so that he has nobody else to turn to to discuss his business than the Belgian people in the incubator. He is supposed to concentrate on developing his ‘core business’ while the white staff takes care of the ‘non-core business’.  That is how they sell their incubator services. Like this, they monitor what the Chinese entrepreneur buys and who his suppliers are. Every time he wants to buy cheap from China, they will prevent him from doing that and they will have him buy everything expensive locally. They will find out who his clients are. That is not difficult, since the invoicing and all the other administration is taken care of by the Belgian staff for the Chinese entrepreneur.  These people will only work for an ethnic minority if they want valuable information. I am complaining about this in a video.”

When – just like me – you avoid meeting with them, they will deploy the people in your immediate environment, such a the hairdresser, as happened to me.”

“or they will hack your websites and your social media accounts, like what happened to me twice, in 2011 they hacked my Google Apps, and last Summer my Twitter account.

Afterwards, the seemingly unrelated people secretly come together to re-build the knowledge that came out of that one ethnic mouth. Belgium will hurry to deposit the intellectual property behind the back of the Chinese entrepreneur, who realizes afterwards that his project for China was not “original” after all.”

“This happened to S-ME, a Saudi mobile technonolgy company”

“That is the system in which they want to gradually trap all the 500 Chinese enterprises at one go, by making them believe that Belgium is the best place in Europe, and she will help them find markets.   Belgium will only help herself. She will always try to keep the upper hand in creation (by stealing the business plans) and in money which also does not belong to her. Belgium will find her way to the China Development Bank with the business plans of your young and ambitious Chinese entrepreneurs, much faster than the owners of the business plans themselves will.”


I advised His Excellency Xi Jinping, the President of the People’s Republic of China to investigate on which criteria the 500 Chinese enterprises have decided that Belgium is better than countries like the UK, France, Italy, and even Spain who despite their debts still offer a larger tax base to support the fiscal advantages for the Chinese enterprises than Belgium ever could ?  Even Greece is way much better.

There might be something else behind this unsafe choice.  Perhaps Belgium “hypnotized” someone to say all the nice things about her.  That is why I am advising to question the case thoroughly because Belgium might be importing illegal business practices to China, which exposes China to more long term risks.  

Should it be the case, I recommended His Excellency Xi Jinping, the President of the People’s Republic of China to arrest the Belgians when they come to China. I am recommending the same to some other countries where I have identified similar plagues from Belgium, and

we are sick and tired of that

 Naima Mouali, President of the United Chambers

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Highlights from the Lavazza dossier which you will find in the letter to the King Mohammed V Foundation for Solidarity

The letter to the King Mohammed V Foundation for Solidarity is mainly about Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon the President of the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce in Morocco (CCBLM).  This articles describes how the café and restaurant sector in Belgium is linked with the the human traffic among which the massive illegal migration, the need for papers and the prostitution slavery.  


This article is currently in progress

and will be enhanced over the next 24 hours… 

The Information Flow Goes from Cafés to Lavazza and End at CCBLM

In Belgium, cafés play a significant role in the human trafficking.  I suspected this the day I was told about a spy who came to watch me every day at the Web Punt in Antwerp.  The lady’s name is Pascale Jacobs-Geeraert. She lives  top of a café where she spends all day, according to people who know her, if she is not busy on Facebook.  I immediately thought of prostitution and pedophilia.

Today, I think that Mrs Jacobs was sent by Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon, to the Web Punt an Internet service of the City of Antwerp which I used daily.

  1. The first element why I think this is I think this because of its direct relationship with a café or bar on the same address in her home (like Mrs. Ina Valstar who also lives above Sheherazade Lounge);
  2. The second element is her stories of money wires to the Ivory Coast for allegedly supporting her adopted children, while she could be financially supporting a criminal gang;
  3. Thirdly, and her loyalty to Western Union and Goffin Exchange for sending money to the Ivory Coast. Goffin exchange
  4. The fourth she tried to make other users believe that I am earning my living through prostitution.  This came after she saw me chatting a few times with a very friendly Jewish user, and also because I don’t chat with her.
  5. The fifth element is that she nicknamed me Miss Lemon, just like my mother used to call me Miss Lemon.  Since I don’t talk to her or anyone else, they came to tell me. How can a woman I’ve never met and never spoken with be able to gossip and use exactly the same expressions?  I pretended as if I didn’t hear anything, time to take pictures of her, and I immediately changed my Internet service point.
  6. The sixth element is that one person from Northern Ireland named Declan O’ Connell also suspects that she was spying on him for someone.   He was shocked when I suggested this could be Lucien Leuwenkroon who was keeping an eye on his through her.

Pascale Jacobs watched over my arrivals and departure times and who I talk to, but so did I.  The information passes through the cafes like the one she lives above, and arrives at the mafioso in Morocco, through the chambers of commerce.  It is an elaborate system that nobody in Morocco suspects.
In Belgium, HoReCa (hotels, restaurants, cafés) is a thriving sector thanks to illegal labour and illegal migrants.  An undocumented woman can easily find work in cafés such as Lavazza or in shisha bars such as Mawazine Lounge and Sheherazade Lounge (renamed the Marrakech Tea Room).  Maybe I was created with financial and housing problems to guide me towards the choice of working in a café. This may be the reason why the Victor 5 homeless shelter did not want to welcome me at the end of 2015.  They want me to accept the job they’re planning for me.
Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon is well known in the Belgian catering industry for his Lavazza brand, and perhaps he dominates this industry with other drinks too.  However, its role should be considered even more important than a mere prince of coffee. He uses hotels and restaurants (and beauty and hairdressing salons and social services, such as the OCMW-CPAS, for other purposes, such as human trafficking.   

Almost all the undocumented migrants (men and women) are forced to prostitute themselves one day “for papers”, sometimes first to a relative (such as a cousin or other compatriot through white marriages, but sometimes also to locals or other foreigners.  Among them are people who specialized in getting women where Mr. Leuwenkroon wants them. Women don’t realize that the meeting could be part of a program that seems to be largely supported by the system I studied well as I grew up in this country. That’s because Mr. Leuwenkroon didn’t study anything, he made the miscalculation of attacking me like one that just arrived from another country by boat like San Cristobal.    


Agents of the sex mafia targeting the Moroccan women

I met in Brussels in a cybershop (SAMO Sprl) a Moroccan man named Abdeltif, who had a job in the Belgian army.   He often took a computer right next to mine.  He was visiting websites that have to do with Zionism and Hitler.  He was obsessed in the negative sense about everything that has to do with the Jews.  I heard him becoming very nervous sometimes, just upon reading something.  One day he started mumbling “they have to be destroyed, they have to be finished”, to the point that I got scared and kept watching steam coming out of his ears.   He would then look at me and he would point his finger to the screen to show me that even in that article they are saying that Hitler was right.

“Are you from Morocco?” he asked.  I answered “yes”.  “Did you know that we have the Mossad in Morocco ?  The Mossad is ruling our country !” he continued with anger.  “No, I didn’t know that we have the Mossad, but who is the Mossad anyway?” I asked.

“What ?  You don’t know who the Mossad is ?  The Mossad is the Israeli secret service”, he lectured me.   I played the ignorant, but in the end I asked him why he was spending money on an Internetconnection for reading things which make him so nervous.  “Why don’t you read something else” I asked.  “It’s because our lives are under control of the Jewish and their secret services, they have too much money and power, and we will never make it unless they are destroyed”, he said with conviction, “I mean look at Morocco, who has all the power there do you think ?  The Jews and they are keeping all the Arabs down.

The people who held me down during the 50 years of my life are not the Jews, but some monsters for whom I don’t have a name for the moment.  I didn’t tell him that.  I ended the conversation to never talk to me again about the Jewish people.  To me it was clear that he was being brainwashed by a highly anti-semitic individual who probably needs weaklings like Abdeltif to help him commit hate crimes against the Jews eventually.

I suspect that he was brainwashed by Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon


Abdeltif explained his real work to me.  He himself is married but he has kept his wife and child in Casablanca, Morocco “for their safety”.  His wife forces him to call her every day, “because she is a jealous woman who doesn’t like it when I talk to others,”he told me trembling with rage.  

He told me that he worked for the Belgiand State Security while his job was to “go out” with the Moroccan women.  Hear “destroy their future” or have them where Mr. Leuwenkroon wants to have as many Moroccan women as possible. That is why Abdeltif had protected his wife and child (a daughter) outside Belgium, otherwise the families will avenge the dishonour.  

He quit that job the day he got seriously ill.   He had developed testicular cancer. He was hospitalized, operated on (cut in his testicles) and treated for months.  He had lost a lot of weight. His employer – or protector – had paid for everything, he told me. He sobbed “really I thought they were going to have to cut everything”.  This same employer was kind enough to find him another job as a security guard at Solvay (in Ixelles – rue du Prince Albert, I think).

This must be an employer who is in contact with many companies in Belgium.  He looks like a chamber of commerce chief.

Yet my question is : why didn’t they keep him in the army or give him another role at the State Security ?  

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Abdeltif doesn’t think of the women he would have infected at the time when the cancer hadn’t broken out on his testicles – including his wife he visited in Casablanca every weekend, and never said he had cancer there.  Like Abdeltif, there are many others who earn huge sums of money, because it earns up to 8000 Euro a week.

Which chap would not “do it” again and again for 8000 Euro a week ?

Abdeltif lived like a prince. He liked to show off with his full wallet when he paid his phone bill in the phone shop.   He had pockets full of money and he had lawyers among his friendships.

He even had the keys to a sumptuous law firm in Woluwe Saint Lambert where he took me once, when I needed to make photocopies and I didn’t have enough money.

I continued to see him in my neighbourhood in Zaventem – a town he knew well – and in other Internet cafés after the unexpected closure in 2008 or 2009 of Samo SPRL (by Mr. Samo Ferman -see his signature on our Charter of Values).  I kept on bumping into him to the point that I suspect Lucien Leuwenkroon to be his employer and that his weekly trips to Morocco have been used more to transport cash from Morocco than to see his wife and child.

Between 2011 and 2014, when I was using the Internet in the private apartment of William Birmingham, an American soldier from NATO, I met Abdeslam several times, either right in front of the building door or at the Carrefour Market just across the street from the building at Louvain pavement in Evere (Paduwa).  At that time he was already working as a security agent and he had brought his wife and child to Belgium to live with him. He may have introduced me to make a friendship, but I didn’t show any interest.


I also met a young Lebanese boy named Mohammed (about 30 years old) who had entered into the life of Hajira (24), the daughter of the bakery Dimah, a few months before the eviction of my apartment in Zaventem, at the end of 2014.

Hajira gave me the key to her apartment in Spring of that year.  She occupied a social apartment in a new construction. She was applying for jobs, receiving unemployment pension, preparing exams for the State Jury and taking compulsory Dutch language courses at the Social Development School (CVO) in Zaventem.  I was using the Internet at her house.

She was briefly married.  She divorced while she was pregnant with her only child.  She told me about this new encounter in her class. She wanted a man as tall as her ex-husband, and Mohammed is not a big man.  

I reserve myself to give more details on all the young woman’s private life except the detail that Mohammed and she watched together videos a little “hard” in her bedroom, I also noticed the appearance of blisters oozing on Hajira’s lips like those of fever or perhaps herpes.

Towards the end of 2014, Hajira seemed to have the project in mind to live together with Mohammed in her social housing. In less than a week she had her whole apartment refurbished.

Hajira told me that Mohammed had found a job.  He was to be hired full time with SNCB/NMBS, the Belgian railway company, and that he would have a stable situation, compared to her one-year contract with Sibelga, which would end at the beginning of 2015, she being a Belgian born in Belgium, who spoke much better French than him, and who had just passed his State Jury for the secondary school diploma.  However, it is a very precise and controlled defeat policy:

At that time I understood that Mohammed had been hired by conspiracy not only to get me out of Hajira’s house after the eviction, but probably also to change Hajira’s morals.  His employment with the Belgian railways could be the reward for his work which consists of destroying Moroccan women by sex, and crushing all the other Arabs, and I really hope I am wrong.  

If I am not mistaken, then Mohammed is not with his first Moroccan girl-friiend, and to keep his job at the SNCB/NMBS, he will have to continue to listen to those who initially arranged this job for him, and continue to find new victims especially many Moroccan women, if he wants a considerable salary increase.  This is how Arab men in turn become victims of state-supported human trafficking inside Belgium.
Above all, it was Hajira’s older sister Nasera, who was married to a Belgian man with whom she had two daughters of almost the same age as Hajira, who became worried the night of New Year’s Eve at the end of 2014 that we were going to spend with the whole family, including myself and Hajira.  

She cared about Hajira’s little one, who will not be with his  mother on New Year’s Eve, like the other twelve children. Like me, I believe that she wishes her sister all the happiness of the world, but we are all afraid of disappointment, and that someone is making fun of Hajira with human trafficking, which we do not always know how it sneaks in.   

The best thing would have been to invite Mohammed to join the family celebration on New Year’s Eve and to see if it was love or something else, but hiding him works in favour of the traffickers.  However, bringing home “a guy” does not enter Arab customs whether it is Muslim, Christian or Jewish. However, more openness or exposing a possible “infiltrator” to the whole family could be an adequate response to Sidi Lucien’s “boyfriend” culture, which has benefited from our culture of modesty and shame.  We must try to find a halfway point and accept that a young woman makes her choice while keeping her modesty.
If Mohammed is an agent of the mafia, then he was sent to disappoint and not to make Hajira happy, who revamped her whole apartment for him and who thought she had finally found stability… with the SNCB/NMBS salary.  However, the Belgian mafia wants her to be so disillusioned by the Arabs, so that she would choose a Belgian in the end, who will prepare her for the market in Dubai.

The case of Thai women shows that marriage or coupling with foreign women in Belgium is not for the purpose of starting families, but for other things, such as colonization of the country and the spread of cancer and HIV.
They know that in general, they will not manage to get a Moroccan or an Arab immediately in, but in two steps.  Initially by forced marriage with a family member (a cousin), because it would be less shameful. In a second stage, and once alone, they create financial difficulties for her that a Belgian will come to solve, but not without “something in return”.   

My mother would have liked this configuration for me, given that the arranged for Mahjoub Inerhmi to come from Morocco to Belgium, to “play” the husband.  His mafia did not manage to get me bent over neither with the money from Mr. Daniel C Renson, who know Mrs. Ina Valstar well. They used my copyrights for bending me, that is why I think Mr Renson might have all of it, and I don’t need those copyrights if everything is in my head anyway.  I denounced Mr. Renson to the police before he had the chance to suggest “something in return” and with my copyrights they will have to bend over backwards to pay for the delays they caused to us.
The mafia wants a person like Hajira to change man once again, after Mohammed until she can’t go back, and that’s how the morals change.   Hajira used to wear the scarf until her job at Sibelga.

Since her contract at Sibelga was about to end, and her meeting with Mohammed was just before that, perhaps they were preparing her to open her legs for the renewal of the contract or for a new contract elsewhere.

Once a sex slave, always a sex slave  

To make the Moroccan woman who fall into the hands of gigolos, whether she is an illegal immigrant or not, forget the “love disappointments”, the sexual horrors and the diseases , they have her taste a little hashish, and then she doesn’t know how she finds herself naked with strangers on top of her.  

From one disappointment to another, she ends up in the worst case in the canal where they find her body, or maybe not at all.  To get there, you have to go first of all to the Dutch courses at the Centre for Social Promotion in Zaventem (CVO), or through the social service (OCMW/CPAS) like Renata Bura who would have hung herself while, there was a big hole in her skull.  

In the best cases she ends up in the shops at the Schipperstraat in Antwerp and at the chaussee d’Anvers in Schaerbeek serving anyone today, and tomorrow she is put on a plane to Dubai to “earn much more”.   This is how HIV travels everywhere.

How the mafia spotted Hajira?  Firstly, there is the CVO (Social Development School in Zaventem, whose mayor was Francis Vermeiren) which serves to “integrate” the immigrants.  

Then – and I don’t hide from you how ashamed I am to suggest this – my mother would have played a minor role in this possible conspiracy, if any.  Hajira took me to my parents’ house one night of Ramadan in 2014.

I imagine that the next day Lucien Leuwenkroon had learned everything through Mrs. Ina Valstar, to whom my mother tells absolutely everything and perhaps not with the aim of diminishing my chances. Maybe she doesn’t realize she’s talking into the ears of a mafiosa.  I did indeed talk to my mother about Hajira who helps me with Internet access at home. As my mother or the people she reports to don’t always like it when I find people who help me “we’ll quickly find a darling for Hajira, so she kicks Naima out”.

They found Mohammed for Hajira, and it is possible that he was trained on which speech to hold with her… Like Mohammed and Abdeslam, there are plenty of Moroccans who are paid very well to disappoint the girls in Morocco.   After the disappointment, these girls lose track of “the boy who did this to them”. He’s already on a plane to another country to do the same thing. As for the girls, they become meat for the tourists.

The orchestrator is Sidi Lucien

 We must teach young Arab men to tell someone like Lucien Leuwenkroon to go himself and seduce the women he wants to have in his sex shops.

I knew it was him since 2013, when I wrote “the Godfather of Morocco”.  In another version, I replaced his name later, to avoid legal proceedings against me in Belgium when I did not yet have a solid cases against him, like today, with his participation in war crimes in Northern Ireland and the death of a young woman in Tunisia between 1984 and 1986, who was allegedly pushed out of the window from the seventh floor of a hotel building in Tunis.  


I was encouraged to go to Dubai to “sell jewelry”

Between 1992 and 1996, I attended Arabic literature courses at the Centre Tammouz (Centre d’ arts et de littérature arabe) at 10 rue du Méridien in Saint-Josse, every Saturday afternoon. The founders were Mrs. Hawa Dajabali (Franco-Algerian) and Mr. Ali Kheder (Iraqi).  This centre was subsidized by the French community (thus by the Belgian State).

I think it was the Tammouz centre which curiously promoted the program on Sufism with Professor Fawzi Skalli, who was very expensive, around 3000 Belgian francs (150 euro) to hear Professor Skalli talk about spiriual drunkenness all weekend.

Often I was part of all the courses on the weekend, One day there was a stranger.  His name is Mr. Majid Isa who seems to be very amused. He was doing bacteriological research at UCL Saint Luc.  He’s a Palestinian,

When I told him that I worked as an assistant in a project department at Merck & Co, he told me that he knew many Moroccan girls who earn a lot more money than me just by travelling to Dubai with suitcases full of jewelry and diamonds that they sell to women.  “They leave every week and come back to Antwerp to pack their bags.” When he asked me if I wanted to meet one of them, I said “no thank you”. I thought his idea was dangerous.

Once I met him in the Montgomery metro in Brussels and took his picture.  Maybe I was sent this man to disappear from Belgium, through human trafficking to help the HIV transmission in Dubai. It’s not only Moroccan girls, but also Russian girls who may have a passage in Belgium.  Through the clients HIV is transmitted to Indian girls in Dubai who may have initially sought to become Bollywood stars, and who eventually find HIV to infect the entire Indian continent.


All marriages in my family have been blocked for reasons of human traffic or for keeping out suitors  capable of buying over the whole village

I think Mr Lucien Leuwenkroon is the so-called buyer of the agricultural land of my grandfather El Arabi in Kenitra (Ouled Ziane) that my mother, her sisters and her brother Si Mohammed sold in 2015, while another piece of land has been on hold in Justice since the early 1970s.  I still suspect His Excellency Mr. André Azoulay of this nasty blow in the early 1970s, and that he was receiving instructions from the Belgian State to do that.

I found information that could confirm the link between my grandfather’s farmland and Belgium.  Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon is the administrator and founder of “Immo Leuwenkroon” in Antwerp, a real estate agency. The Belgian Official Journal has classified Immo Leuwenkroon in the category “trade and agriculture”.  Immo Leuwenkroon was founded in 1984 and dissolved in December 2013, 7 months after I wrote and emailed “The Godfather of Morocco” and “The Coffee Pest in Central America”.

An accomplice could be my mom who also played a role in the weddings. She has nine sisters and one  brother. She’s the oldest. For more than 30 years she and her sister Mina (the mother of Mahjoub Inerhmi) were the only married women.   All the eight other sisters were less likely to ever marry for as long as they were living on the farm of El Arabi in Ouled Ziane.

After my grandfather died, everyone moved to Kenitra because nobody wanted to do the hard work of a farmer.  It was from that time onwards that marriages for other sisters who were already over 50 years old became possible.  There are three of them, two of whom are over 60 years old and they never married. It’s criminal.

All the other marriages are successful apart from the one of Saadia, who was abandoned by her husband after she had her second child with him.  He was a close family member, but the fact that he came from Casablanca where the Belgium Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce is, migt explain everything.  Her children are between 19 and 21 years old and they have never seen their father.

That’s why Dr. Amine Matta was targeted, in my opinion.  Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon may have seen in him a major competitor, not only to steal all Moroccan women, but also a large part of the agricultural, industrial and academic sectors in Morocco.  I would have made him a very great man if he had less apprehension for Moroccan women. Probably at the Belgian Chamber of Commerce where he was a member, they hijacked his spirit with prejudices against the Moroccan people, to have all his money go to them.


Opportunities for education and employment have also been blocked

Today, by discovering Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon’s very low level of education in a artcile, I think he would be the one who is very jealous of any talented Moroccan person, including Belgians as well as the talents of my brother and me, already since high school.  He’s afraid we’re coming to take his place. To erase all traces of our efforts, it is possible that he ordered the firing of the Royal Atheneum 1 of at Antwerp in 2001. Meanwhile I found on Linkedin that he has been to that school where he dropped out at the age of 15.

It is Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon whom I suspect to be at the origin of the closure of KTX (Kénitra Textile) that my brother had built with my aunt Khadija and my mother as an associate, with the aim of exporting Moroccan fashion abroad, as well as to the Gulf countries.  

I also think that it was Mr. Leuwenkroon himself who was behind the trial by the Dutch justice system that bankrupted the Dutch couturier Ben Van Gils in 1996.  Not only was there the possibility of an Eastern expansion in partnership with my brother, but also because Van Gils had factories in Tangier. Perhaps Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon had targeted the takeover of the factories by a false judicial process, and to always be the only one to dominate Morocco.

Mr. Lucien Leuwenkroon could also be the man behind the fashion shows at Flora’s where my mother met Mrs. Ina Valstar, and behind the deadly cases (such as Rachida Targali (Meknes), Atika and Saliha El Bagdadi (Figuig)) that I mentioned in “A wolf in a lamb’s shirt”.  

It is possible that he was the man Saliha had followed in Casablanca, and that he was killed by HIV-AIDS.  There are women who resist it if there has been an interbreeding with the species like Leuwenkroon in the genes of their ancestors. The gene responsible for HIV-AIDS is CCR5 and its variants such as CCR5-delta 32 .  The interbreeding remains fatal in the absence of this gene. If it was HIV-AIDS, then Saliha did not resist for long like most of the Moroccan people.

He is undoubtedly the man who would have encouraged my niece Hafida Mouali to emigrate to the United States, and immediately afterwards he sent her a Moroccan lover who persuaded her to have a kid with him, whom she now raises alone.  


His business consists of undocumented companies and papers without companies

I counted 535 Lavazza stores in Belgium.  They really exist because I saw one at the Grand Bazaar in Groenplaats, in Antwerp, which has been closed for two months.  The other day on a walk, I found a piece of paper on the ground at the entrance to the shopping mall that I picked up. It was just around Lavazza.  I read it to see who it belongs to and it concerns Lavazza.

But, I can’t find any financial statements for any Lavazza shop in the database of the National Bank of Belgium!  This case is worse than NH Belgium CVBA which could belong to him!
However, I found the Lavazza balance sheets in the National Bank of Belgium under another name, under “Service Plus Import – Export”.  These balance sheets do not reflect the 535 shops in Belgium.

Recruitment of victims for prostitution could also be done through hotels and shops in Lavazza, which are constantly looking for waitresses, cleaners, bartenders, etc., to recruit victims for prostitution.