WEB OF DECEIT – Sunday March 10 2013

– All Jette Jacobs wanted was a friend.
She helped out at Meals on Wheels and had worked at a nursing home, but after her second partner died she began living her life online.
Ms Jacobs thought she was helping a young man who needed money to raise his children and other malnourished children in Africa.
He sounded genuine, his story was believable and, as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months and months into years, Ms Jacobs was drawn deeper and deeper into a web of deceit.
Her son warned her that the man was a fake, and police tried, too.
But the lure of a new life, and a marriage proposal from an exotic African man was too strong.
A letter from police warning her that Jesse Omokoh, the man who professed to be her lover but was, in fact, a heartless fraud, came too late.
Now police in South Africa are investigating her murder in Johannesburg and her six children and 14 grandchildren are in mourning.
The web of lies that Omokoh constructed netted him in to $200,000, and Australian police have warned others may be caught in his scam.
Ms Jacobs’ first husband died in 2002, and her subsequent partner in 2009.
She filled her life with 10-pin bowling and her love of pet chickens in her home town of Wagin, 200 kilometres south of Perth, but it was not enough.
Ms Jacobs was vulnerable and the flattery of a young man she met online was too tempting to resist.
She flew to South Africa on November 22nd to meet Omokoh, whom she had paid $20,000 to fly him there from Nigeria so they could be together.
She was found dead in a rented villa in Johannesburg on February 9th.
Ms Jacobs had me to Omokoh on a trip in 2011 and had countless online chats with him, sending him money he claimed was aiding sick children.
Having spoken to police in Pretoria, Ms Jacobs’ daughter, Ms Jackson said it appeared her mother had been fed a fatal dose of tablets.
“Their theory is she was probably fed the tablets – there was an awful lot of tablets missing,” she said.
Ms Jacobs first had contact with another man, known only as Isaac, in Africa about four years ago and her daughter said Isaac had introduced her to Omokoh.
Pretoria police have spoken with him, but Ms Jackson, who travelled to South Africa to organise for the return of her mother’s body, said he had professed no knowledge of the death.
When police discovered Ms Jacobs’ body, her money, credit cards, jewellery, a laptop computer and other personal items were missing from the villa. Ms Jacobs is understood to have sent Omokoh, who may be using an alias, about $20,000 for a visa and flights from Nigeria to South Africa
-Mark Dunn

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About Jumpin' Jack Cash

Deep connections are the most important aspect of my existence. I don’t care if people don’t know what they want. I love books. I’m cynical of love stories, although I’m romantic. I adore gardens. I like women who challenge me. I love the rain as an excuse to stay inside and dream. I'm furiously impatient. If I ask you a question best to tell me the truth as I'm likely to already know the answer. I'm a carnivore. I continuously underestimate the magic of fresh flowers in my home. I love warm rain in the summer. My mood elevates to epic proportions when the sun shines. Tell me not to do something and I'll do it twice and take photos. Running is my antidepressant. I loathe lies. I rarely forgive a lie. Loyalty and honesty are my most noble virtues, and I value them more than anything in other people. I love to love, and am able to fall in love very quickly, although it's only ever happened once. I understood myself and fixed myself only after destroying myself. My greatest excitement comes from deliberately getting lost in foreign cities. I can be extremely loud and frighteningly silent. I hate insinuations. I love storms. Justice for all. I'm a proud man, but welcome the influence of the feminine soul. I have two sisters. I’m a dreamer. I’m a deep thinker. Don’t deal with guilt trips or drama that well. I'm extremely stubborn and persistent. I'm brilliant at keeping secrets. I love driving. I become absolutely and completely lost while watching a burning fire. When the toast pops from the toaster I’m never ready and shit myself. I play the guitar, but require much improvement. Solitude and warmth of the sun are perfect together. I’ve been married once and now divorced. I’m a music junkie. Chocolate mousse is the shit. I curse too much. I find it difficult to make friends. I spent four years as a firefighter. I’ve run my own company since 1991. Bright lights, big cities. I’ve been an executive producer of a feature film. Some people don’t care, and that’s the biggest let-down of the human race. There are cures and solutions for many evils, but no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings. The sound of the Italian language being spoken is as good as my favourite music. I hate corrupt cops. I relentlessly and passionately pursue anybody and anything that sets my soul on fire. I'm a dog lover, and all my dogs are considered family members. I have an obsession with photography. I have some close friends who are household names, but shall always remain anonymous. I’m crazy but not lazy. Losing a soulmate has hurt me badly. My two young sons are the nucleus of my universe. I love airports. I love freedom. If you are dishonest or disloyal, I can erase you from my life and memory immediately and permanently. I yearn to explore, dream about and discover as many friendships, deep connections and places, one possibly can in a lifetime.
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