We gathered evidence all week for our case of injustice towards the orphans, as the Ugandans say, against him who was “eating their money”. Only God could have orchestrated all that needed to assemble in the exact timing so we could arrive Friday morning and present our case to the police.
First we went to meet the Director of Crime investigations. We showed him our case and he said go get their statements and pick that man up.
So I sat in a eight by eight room with three desks and another group with a case of fraud. The officer handed me a stack of papers and said, “give your statement”. Really? No questions? On tv I just answer questions and they write. Instead I felt as if I was sitting for the exam of my life writing an essay that would need to rescue not only these children from the grip of evil, but who knows how many more that will be captured with deception and cheating.
There are not computers in the room, only piles and stacks of files. No air conditioning, no air freshener. I began to write. I went from the beginning and included every detail of these past ten months. Every lie I discovered. Every shred of evidence I found. My hand ached. Lunch was served to the officers and we watched them eat a savory meal piled high on a plate while our stomachs ached, our heads pounded and standing made us feel dizzy. Every day this week it has been too busy to eat in the day and I have felt the pain of hunger like never before.
Ten pages later I concluded I do not believe Elitia is aware of any of his schemes.
Phiona and Pastor James came to give their statements.
Pastor James asked for a meeting with me because Adam’s brother travelled from Rwanda to plead the case for him. He was up all night talking. Pastor James was frightened of the legal process and wanted a private resolution. I assured him that the police are going to give him that opportunity before they take him to prison. He must do this officially in a court.
Adams became aware we were at the police and begged to plead his case to me. I heard the beginning of more manipulations on the phone and I hung up. But we feared he would go on the run and not be in a spot to arrest, so I agreed to meet him at his house and listen. The police officers followed behind us in another car. Adams had us stop at a shell station first before we got the invitation to go to his home. Someone called him to report we were alone in our vehicle. So on we went.
The scene was horrible. I will describe at another time. I was the enemy and they were united in their belief they did nothing wrong. They returned to us all the boxes of things that were for the children that we brought in June, as well as the medical records.
The police took him to the station. Elitia followed him, and thankfully her father was at their home (from Australia) to be a comfort to her. Her world just crashed. I went home and grieved for her. My heart shattered and I needed to pray she will discover for herself the truth. My friends here as well as Pastor James lovingly welcome her to discover the lies and deception for herself if she is willing to discover what others know. I pray she will.
At the station they put him in jail for the weekend. He will give his statement on Monday and there will be court proceedings.
The feelings are still to powerful to untangle, I will try to do this another time. All I kept clinging to when I saw the desperation is his request of Pastor James to give him half of the children as if they were property to be negotiated. I’ll never ever accept that as right. I fought for the protection of the children, and I will fight this to the end. Consequences must be faced when you “eat the money of orphans”.