Letter(s) to Jones (USA)

Letter 1

My Dearest,
With lots of joy, i am writing you. How are you doing today and how is life moving with you, hope fine and good?
I know this mail will come to you as a surprise since we have not had earlier correspondence about my aim of contacting you now. Please, try to understand with me. i will really and sincerely appreciate it.
I decided to contact you because of the urgency of my situation here and after reading your profile online and prayed over it. My dear, i believe that you are the kind of person i can talk to and trust with my heart and believe you will not fail me. I am Miss Madina Alassane, 23 years old girl from Ivory Coast, never married, 5.6ft tall, fair in complexion and the only child of Late Dr. Wilson Alassane.
My late father was the former deputy minister for aviation under the leadership of former president of Ivory coast Laurent Gbagbo, who is now in the Custody of International Criminal Court (ICC) for more detail use http://intlrealitybites.umwblogs.org/2011/12/01/former-president-of-ivory-coast-handed-over-to-the-icc/ where he is now facing many court charges ranging from manslaughter, murder, mismanagement after many innocent soul were killed in my country Ivory Coast. My father was killed by government of Laurent Gbagbo, He accused my father of coup attempt when he found out that my father is not in support of all his wicked practices.
I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment i am receiving from my step-mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury after she has taken all the landed properties even houses from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile, I wanted to escape to Europe but she find out about my plans from my closed friend whom i trusted so much. My step mum now seized my international passport and other valuable traveling documents. Luckily for me she did not discover where I kept my late fathers File which contains important and valid financial documents.
So I decided to ran away to the refugee camp where I am presently seeking asylum under the United Nations High Commission for the Refugees here in Dakar Republic of Senegal because she want to kill me since i refused to give her those documents. I am contacting you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country.
My late father of blessed memory deposited the sum of US$ 6.7m (Six Million Seven Hundred Thousand United States Dollars) in one of the leading bank in Europe with my names as the next of kin. But meanwhile you should not allow any other person to know about this money since my late father did not disclose it to any body rather do they know about the valuable documents .I have informed the bank of my plans of transferring the money to me here in African to start a new life but little did i know that my late father as enterprise as he will always be when alive had an agreement with the noble bank that : i should be up to 30 years of age before i will have direct access to the money or i must present a partner to stand for me as my trustee to the bank so the bank will make the transfer into my partner`s account.
However, I shall forward you with the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the transfer of the money to your account till when i will come over to your country for your assistance to invest the money wisely in any good lucrative business in your country. I will also like to complete my studies there since i was in my 1st year in the university when the crisis started. It is my intention to compensate you with 20% of the total money for your assistance and the balance will be my investment capital to start a new life and happiness.
This is the reason why I decided to contact you. Please all communications should be through this email address for save, confidential and documentary purposes. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately because life in this camp is hell on earth. As a refugee here i don't even have any right to handle money or whatever because i have not gotten the residence permit of this country which will entitle me to be a little free in doing certain things and moving to the city, could you imagine that? I never knew this is what refugee camp is all about. In the light of the above, I shall appreciate an urgent reply indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely.
Presently, I don't have a personal phone number but there is a Roman Catholic Church here in the camp. I explained to the Reverend Father about my problems and plans on how to move ahead with my broken-like world, the father decide to assist me by allowing me to using his computer to send and receive email when he is less busy with it and taking calls with his number (00212604622715) since he don't have finance to give me because they are on a (charity for all needy in the refugee camp list) when you want to call me, use the number and tell him you want to speak to Miss Madina the Ivorian lady in female
Hostel B room 111 then he will send for me to come over to his office to take your call. You can also contact him with his email (revemmanuelsambo@yahoo.com). He is a very good man and can even pray for you on personal problems. If you do contact him please, thank him for me for all his spiritual, moral and encouragement to me.
Please, on a more serious note, do keep this only to yourself, please i beg you not to disclose it to anyone until i come over to join you immediately the fund is transferred into your account to avoid any lost of this fund because is my only hope for a new life and also to avoid setup just as my close fried disappointed me by telling me step-mother of all my plans to move to Europe. She broke my heart but i pray Heaven to forgive her and make her a better person never to disappoint a needy heart or anybody in question
I will be looking forward to be hearing from you soonest. Attached here is my pictures for you and will like to see yours f you wouldn't mind
Yours Sincerely,
Miss Madina