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Marcus Marsh: The Man With Mindset Of Money Now, Children Later

 

Marcus Marsh

Part III: It’s All About Claiming Children Tax Return
On January 12, 2013 at 7:15am, Marcus Marsh exhibit his usual unruly behavior again when he wrote me a very scathing inbox message calling my wife names. Why was he doing this, I had no idea. I was shock that he would always talk nasty about the woman I love and called my wife. Then I concluded in my mind that if this man could behave the he did, there was very good reasons why this woman was forced to leave. I wondered what kind of man was he that a woman left him and he would  send messages to her husband saying stuff about her. At some point I felt like others suggested that he was hurting that he lost a very good woman for a wife.

So, I wrote this message to him: “Here is my first and last advice to you. Don't harass my wife, don't intimidate her, don't bully her, and you must respect her now and forever. She owes you nothing, except that you have two sweet little kids by her that we use our salary money to buy them their needs. I would expect you will be concerned about your son and daughter's education as I am doing every day to make them good kids, but if your concern is engaging my wife in silly conversation, you will stop now! You will respect yourself and not start any conversation that does not center around your kids. A hint to the wise should be sufficient!”

Marcus did not get it. On January 29, 2013 at 10:57am, he wrote me another message. He told me to tell my wife that he had already filed taxes claiming his son. He said, “I claimed Terrance this year. Please let her know…” I read the message and wondered if Marcus has common sense. I replied and told him that he was proceeding wrongly. I asked him why he didn’t tell the children’s mother before doing anything like that. Marcus called me shortly after reading my message and said, “I don’t want to talk to her. In fact, they are my children too, so I don’t have to tell her…” For some reasons, I will not go any further so as not to bring the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) breathing on his neck.

But there is a line of thought I wanted to point out. This is the man who rejected joint custody of his children before Judge Talbert of the Superior Court of Jersey in Essex County. He was given time, at least two appointment visits that if he failed to honor them the mother should not allow him any more to contact the children. He missed those two appointments and few others. This is the man who was told to go back to the court to seek joint custody but he has since failed to do so. This guy signed a court order that banned him from contacting his children. Here he was telling me that he claimed his son that he has no custody of and that he would not tell the mother, but I should be his messenger. You should also remember just recently, he told my wife that he was traveling from New York to Fargo and wanted to come to our home to see his children but he did not want to talk to me. And my wife told him that she was in Africa and if he wanted to see the children he should call and inform me that he was coming. What manner of father he is?

I absolutely have no problem with he and my wife discussing about the children, and they did many times. I respect my wife's right to talk with and discuss with anybody. Besides, this guys appeared too pathetic to me that I wanted to see him out of his folly. In fact, on several occasions I had told my wife to ease up on him so that he could re-collect himself and come back in his children’s life. Yes, he pays $30 per child per week. And I have persuaded my wife for last six years not to seek review of the child support to raise the payment.

The shocking thing is he does not call when the kids’ birthday comes up; he does not call them on holiday like Thanksgiving Day, Christmas or New Year. In fact, his daughter’s birthday was January 10 and you would not believe this guy did not call this little girl to say ‘happy birthday’. He made me laugh when he wrote me this message: “I told her (that is my wife) to allow me claim my son or daughter. If she does, I will give her $1,500 every year for the kids college tuitions but she said no…” He claims he has been supporting his kids (yes, indeed with $30 per week per child). Do we figure what is wrong with this guy? He probably needs serious help. This message came about when he called my wife and said on the phone (and my wife put it on speaker), “I think I need to help you with saving some money for the children’s college.” My wife agreed with him. Then he said, “So you should just let me claim one of them, then I will send you some money for their college.” My wife asked him, “So you cannot save money for their college unless you claim them for tax return? I knew that is why you called. The whole year you didn’t call but when tax return is around the corner, then you call to negotiate. Why don’t you send them gifts sometimes…” I was there laughing my guts out at a father who is waiting for tax return to save up money for his children's college education.

So in response to his message I wrote this: “Honestly, it beats my imagination that you will be talking about support, Marcus. I know so much already that I am not easily bought by your claims. The other day I tried to hide the court documents which quoted you as telling the court that you would have nothing to do with the kids. Mistakenly she found it again and you should be thinking how your kids will take to you when they read that piece of document in the future. If I were you, I would be the nicest and make her feel at ease…Instead of playing this cheap politics with your kids, you better demean yourself and get the better parts of your kids. I advocate for you every day, telling her to drop the child support, to let the kids spend some time with you, etc, and you are here pretending to be the Mr. Nice and attempting to corrupt the name of my wife to me?”

In part four, I will dwell on other specific behavior pattern of Marcus Marsh. Follow the series.

Marcus Marsh: Ban From Contacting His Children

Part I: Breaking a “No Contact” Court Orders
Marcus Marsh should have known better not to come to Fargo, North Dakota, and not put up an attitude for the wrong reason. First and foremost, he is under a court order not to come in contact with his children until he went back to the court to obtain a reversal of the standing order. I knew he was very aware of this conspicuous court order but like he told me sometimes ago that he can cross any line because he is a fearless man.

He rudely addressed my wife and she called me to complain him. Just as my wife left the phone, Marcus called me to tell me how he “dealt” her. I told him, “Don’t hand me that foolishness…” He snapped and turned off the phone. Then I wrote him a message warning him and rubbishing his unruly disposition toward my wife.

I wrote on August 18, 2013 at 12:56am, “Hi Marcus, I guess this is the first time I am engaging you. I am doing so because you invited my comments following the inappropriate conversation you had with my wife. I must say upfront that you have absolutely nothing to do with my wife, where and how she works, or me and how and where I work. The only reason you continue to maintain contact with my wife is because of your kids, whom I am nurturing daily for them to be good kids for you. I don't see how you are going to CROSS THE LINE and interfere into our private affairs…”

In Marcus response to me, he wrote, “You mentioned about me crossing the line. I am FEARLESS. I CROSS ANY LINE IF I AM FORCED TO. Therefore, she should me respectful to me…(unedited)” He went on to call my wife names that I cannot publish, and even lying about her – things I know wife would never do. Then I realized that my wife was right the first time she mentioned anything about this guy in 2008. He was bitter, frustrated, rude, disrespectful of women, and lacks common sense.

I reminded myself of the encounter Marcus Marsh had with the Superior Court of New Jersey in Essex County. When he had told the court he wanted nothing to do with his two kids, the judge then ruled:  “There is to be no contact between the father (Marcus) and children until he applies to court…” He accepted and signed the court order. You must read the court document. It was this court document that I gave to the police he called for me. When the officer read it, he told his partner to let Marcus leave and if he wanted to contact his children, he should go back to the court.

Now, with this kind of court order, it was inconceivable that Marcus would even attempt to come to my home to see the children, much less to be unruly and disrespectful of me. I am not his enemy, I’ve never been. I have always advocated for him and for him to pay me back with evil shocked me. I have even gone my way to convince my wife to call the Court to cancel the child support of $30 a week per child that Marcus was paying. I told her, the money was not worth taking because we can afford to take care of the kids. I told her that if she canceled the child support, it would afford her the opportunity to know if this guy has regretted his action in the court when he rejected his own children. My wife listened to me and called for the cancelation of the child support. The court notified him, and after three months just before the hearing to cancel, Marcus engaged my wife in an unruly conversation. She got mad at him and she told me she was rescinding her decision. I pleaded with her but to no avail.

She wrote the court, “I write in reference to the case: “Application for Post-Disposition Relief” between Mr. Marcus Marsh and me. I had earlier requested the termination of Child Support by Marcus Marsh and hearing was set. But having considered all things, I believe the termination of the child support for Terence Marsh and Denise Marsh will not be in the best interest of the children. Although the amount Mr. Marsh is paying is so small, which is why I was canceling, I do not think canceling now is the best decision to take…”

Again when the court notified him that there would be no cancelation, he called my wife and burst into fury. There was this man who did not even call to say thanks or speak some kind words to my wife for even calling the court to attempt a cancelation. He was now mad that my wife did not continue with the cancelation plan. Although my wife did not cancel the child support, I have discouraged her from pursuing a review of the case since six years ago. That is how rude he had been.

In the next article I will publish his message to me informing me that he had used one of children for tax return without informing the children’s mother. He said he did not want to talk to her but I should just inform her…Keep following until you know the kind of human being Marcus Marsh is.

Marcus Marsh: The Uncouth Father Of My Step Children

Marcus Marsh

Part I: An Ingrate’s Malicious and Kooky Display Of Absurdity
After a cumbersome 17 hours at work, I retired to my bedroom to sleep away the fatigue of long hours at job. My youngest son, Brason, was bugging me for my laptop that he had almost mastered. On the other side of the living room, my daughter (actually my stepdaughter) Denise was grazing through the new kindle edition of a book I just bought. My son (also stepson) Terence was fumbling through the cupboard to find some sweets. It was 11:00am and I had just got home. I thought this was the best time to get my sleep, for by 3:00pm I was expected to return to work and stay till the next morning at 8:00 clock.

As soon as I laid my head on my exclusive brown pillars that my wife bought, it was already 12:15pm. In the trance of things, I was dosed off. But that sweet sleep was to be rudely awakened by the doorbell rang by police officers from the first floor. “Who the hell the friend who is coming to visit again without first informing me,” I said to myself. I was wrong.

As I walked to see who it was that interrupted my mid-day slumber, a police officer showed his face. His partners left downstairs. “Are you Gibson,” he asked. I responded in the positive. The officer eyes embraced Denise who was standing by me. “One Marcus Marsh complained you are denying him of seeing his children. Is this one of his children (pointing at Denise)…” he did not finish before he communicated on his radio handset. “The step dad is home and I think the kids are here too…,” the officer said to his partner who did not reach on our third floor apartment.

Just before I could ask officer, he was already asking Denise questions. “Sir, you don’t talk to my kids just like that. You should get my permission before you ask any of them question…and just in case you don’t know they have no idea of what Marcus told you. He complained me, not the children. The officer agreed with me and then asked my permission to ask the kids questions. I told not now until we finish what Marcus has reported to you.

By seeing this headline, you are gasping for details. And I will provide them. As most of you know me, I am an open book; in other words, everything about me is in the public. I don’t think I have a private life any more. Hence, most of you are not surprised that I will tell this to you. Besides, the man I dealt with, I am told, he is uncouth, an innate liar, a diabolical ingrate, pathologically disrespectful of people, and worst of all, he is kooky and seems to lack the decency that puts human beings in the class of civilized species.

My wife called my from Africa, specifically from Liberia, to inform me that her children’s father, one Marcus Marsh, had informed her that he would be coming to our home in Fargo, North Dakota, to see his two children. He lives in New York with his wife, I am told. My wife told him that she was in Africa and it would be appropriate he calls me directly to inform me since I was in Fargo. In a stunningly disrespectful manner, he told my wife that he does not want to talk to me. He told my wife, “Just pass on the message to him, but I don’t want to talk to him.” Of course, my wife was surprised. So then she told him, “Well, I will see how you will walk into the home to see your children when you don’t want to talk to the man who is taking care of them.” Their conversation ended. This man and his wife were traveling from New York to come to Fargo to see children he had not seen for six years, but he would not call to those who have been taking care of them. That is how kooky is can be.

And honestly, my wife knew Marcus was treading on slippery path. She knew Marcus was about to meet his disgrace naked and resounding. She knew it was very disrespectful of me because of several factors: It is I who currently is involved in the kids’ life. I set educational goals for them, do what father should, including but not limited giving them present when they give me B’s and A’s. When I was happy with Terence’s grades, I gave him my personal loaded laptop, not to talk about tablets to my A’s and B’s daughter, Denise. In fact, she has just brought me all A’s this last period and I am about to turn over my personal three-in-one cell phone (tablet, GPS and phone). It is I who go for parent-teacher meeting and discuss kids’ grades, education progress and learning goals with their teachers, and many other things that a father would do for his children. Personally, I love the kids, they are so much important; helping them with even their homework brings me so much pleasure. But for Marcus, he did not owe me even a courtesy call to inform me that he was coming to say see to the children for the first since nearly six years ago. Well, true, he may not owe me a courtesy call for the gratitude of taking care of his children, but for coming to my home, he sure owed me a notice.

On Friday, I left home by 3:00pm for a 17-hour work day. I was to stay till the next day 8:00am on Saturday. As usual, I called home to check on the children and their grandmother. My daughter (or rather Marcus’ daughter) picked the phone. Just before I say hi, I heard his voice. I asked who that was and he called his name. As soon as I asked what he was doing in my home without first calling me, the phone turned off. I called back and still asked. He said he had come with his wife to see his kids. Well, in my finest mood, I told him to get out within 30 minutes of talking to the children or I would call the police. That was not sufficient a warning for Marcus. When I called back, this guy was still there. So I called the police. I could not say some specific things to the 911 dispatcher who asked me as to what reason I wanted the man out. I simply told her, “I have not met this man before. I just called to check on my kids and suddenly his voice came on the phone. He did not call to inform me, and I am worried he could either kidnap the children or it might just be someone else.”  I did not want to embarrass Marcus about his encounter with the Essex County NJ court about his children. In my next article why my step children’s dad called the police on me, and I will publish the court order that bars Marcus Marsh from coming in contact with the children. Follow me read how some parents show no gratitude to people who do everything to make their kids happy. 

Chewed Up: Collector Amanda Leads Extortion At Freeport

Containers at the Freeport of Monrovia, Liberia

By Gibson W. Jerue
Giant letters scream across the concrete walls of the Freeport of Monrovia with an inscription – Gate Way To The Economy! This is the busiest seaport in the Republic of Liberia, and it is said every mouth here must have something to chew every day that passes by. It brings together different categories of people – rogues, think about red collar, blue collar and black rogues, some dressed in rag-tag, others in business suits, and there are others who wear government custom officers' uniforms. The central motive for people who come to this port is to hustle in a “water dry, fish eats fish” fashion. And the fish that refuses to eat another, it would be eaten mercilessly.

This is where both Liberians and aliens do business. Like someone told me recently from the vicinity of the Freeport, “Liberia is running on one leg…,” a clear indication that Liberia is still not normal, graft, corruption and dishonesty still choke the country. So to capsule what transpires at the Freeport daily, it is the bread basket of the nation. But the Freeport is something else: It is the “hell-gate to extortion” unleashed against Liberians and aliens alike. As the economic flood gate opens for the country, portion of the money that milks the largesse of the extremely corrupt Sirleaf administration and officials was largely extorted from the very Liberians who traveled overseas and have worked hard to returned home and help rebuild their country.

President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf comes to the United States and pretends her administration is encouraging all Liberians to return home and rebuild their country. The message is plausible and enticing. There are two things that happen: one mouth invites you and the mouth is open wide at the Freeport to chew you up in a “cut throat-no-blood” style.

For some reasons, I have been cautious these days of how I talk about corruption in Liberia until recently when my wife went through hell at the Freeport of Monrovia and at other government agencies. She had gone to Liberia to carry out projects – finishing touches on our house and take three of our vehicles in preparation for my return to restart my media business. In a 40-ft High Cube container was our old Nissan pickup, Toyota pickup and 2002 Ford Explorer, in addition to an old Ford Contour belonging to my wife’s friend. There were also mineral bottle water, some bags of rice, flour, and other materials that my wife was going to use while she was in Monrovia for one-and-half months. We also put in there some used clothes for people we had promised. Other things included transistor radio, flowers for decoration, all intended to actually prepare for our return and live to some standard before the hustle starts.

We were singing the old song, “home, sweet home, here I am…embrace me with love…unsuspecting to a rude awakening of an entrenched graft and corruption unimaginable. And the chief tormentor was the chief collector at the Freeport of Monrovia, identified as Amanda – Amanda Roberts, I am told. She is probably the point woman to torment unsuspecting preys. For Amanda, all those coming from America are renegades and she believes striking them with her venom was the best option to teach them a piece lesson never to forget. This time, my wife was the catch of the day. And with her last name Jerue, she was probably the witches' supper.

As my wife enters Amanda’s office at the Freeport, it was a full blown conclusion that she would be shredded into pieces, stripping her of every dime she had in her purse. Amanda has two weapons – a purported ten percent tariff and another ten percent punitive tariff for vehicles ten years or older. And if your vehicle was twenty years older, you will dig the ground to find diamond before Amanda releases her claws from your flesh. My wife was a victim of both. But nothing so frustrating and agonizing than a fellow Liberian looking you in the face levying unsubstanting tariffs for one item, not once but twice in whooping sums with the clear motive to strangulate you. My wife has described her encounter with Amanda in ways that I could term as "hanging over the devil's inglenook”. Watch out for part two.