Humanist

I am reflecting on how for decades the joke has been on me and how my learning of it has empowered me in ways I never dreamed possible. Of course, I am hurt to learn about it, but I am exhilarated that now I know of the true colours of she that has had me fooled for over five decades.

A bit of context. Some may remember a post that I shared on social media nearly two years ago:

“So, today, Friday, the 13th May 2022, I was summoned to Entebbe Police to “assist with investigations into intermeddling in the estate of the deceased”; and the deceased being my late father. BANANGE UGANDA OLEMWA!

Anyway, after seeing all those images and videos of how bagundi abo in the past have handled women in certain ways, I chose my outfit carefully 🤣

Tena I was right, there had been plans of the sort, but the police officers realised they were dealing with a very cooperative person – I took myself there, I was not arrested, answered their questions backed with evidence.

So, talk of “releasing me on bond” were abandoned, because I was not under arrest in the first place. But the devil had seemingly wanted me arrested on trumped up charges on matters that are already part of a civil suit that is being handled in the high court.

The devil must be seething that his ka ploy to abuse organs of the state to humiliate me did not work. The officers handled me with maximum professionalism. Kudos Uganda Police Force!

Like yesterday, again today I am working the night shift, because my day was taken up by going to Police and recording a statement on trumped up allegations against me.

Papa’s spirit is watching over me, guiding me, comforting me and the truth will win.”

My Facebook post on 13th May 2022

Well, last week, and in a legal manner, I learnt that the complaint against me that resulted in Entebbe Police opening an investigation, “Case CRB 423/2022 – Intermeddling in the Estate of the Deceased” was not made by one person, a narcissistic male psychopath (NMP), as I had originally thought. CRB 423/2022 has two complainants.

The second one shocked me to the core of my bones. And by the look of things, by the way, it turns out that the the second one that I did not originally know about is actually the main complainant. She, the second complainant, is one that I apparently share blood with.

One that I considered not only an older blood sister, but a friend. The kind of friend whom you cover up for when she tells you she has problems in her marriage and needs an adulterous break.

The kind of friend that you have no qualms giving an interest free loan of millions of shillings and for years, so that her first business may thrive. And, indeed, her business for which you loaned her money did thrive and she expanded to other bigger businesses.

Yes, that kind of friend whom you are there for to enable her to secretly get plastic surgery done, in order to reduce the size of her breasts. After all, she is your blood sister and she is your friend whom you want to be happy.

She identifies as “a believer” a staunch Christian, known as a good woman in the many churches she belongs and attends. And one who is charitable. She is so charitable that she forgave her step mother whom she claims ill-treated her, so she presents herself.

To learn that what I had perceived as sisterhood and friendship was simply a relationship to enable a narcissistic female psychopath (NFP) to conceal her malicious envy of me and to stay close to her prey, hurts deeply. Yes, she did fool me so.

All warnings by others who knew her better fell on my deaf ears and were dismissed by my ‘foolish love’ of the NFP. One of my friends, in fact, did pleaded with me to look closely at the darkness in the eyes of the NFP, which, according to my friend, reveal the NFP has a dark heart. I thought my friend wrong.

I was blinded by my ‘foolish love’. I did not entertain any warnings against her of any sort. In fact, I went all out to highlight and focus only on what I thought were her good qualities and so I missed her NFP tendencies.

Okay, I have rumbled on long enough, let me bring this post to an end. It turns out that:

• The charge of “intermeddling with deceased property cannot stand” against me, found the responsible legal authority.
• The responsible legal authority also found that the evidential documents that the complainants adduced in support of their complaint against me are “not admissible in a court of law.”
• Furthermore, finally, the responsible legal authority, in fact, found actions that the complaints are engaged in are tantamount to intermeddling in the estate of my late papa.

Both complainants have known this for years, I believe, and yet they continue to drag my name in the mud and to attempt to humiliate me at every turn. Including, abuse of the Police as I shared in the incident in May 2022 that I describe prior in this post.

On this day, 1^st April 2024, “April Fools Day,” which so happens also to be Easter Monday, I acknowledge how I have been fooled for decades by both the NMP and the NFP. I am happy that now I know.

Knowledge is power and the truth shall continue to set me free!