Uganda has gone to the dog! Criminals go unpunished?
Gays now abuse kids with impunity! I wonder how many of this kind of story we
eventually shall be exposed to, coming from the war affected areas.
One think though, the criminals must be very afraid; very very afraid, for
some of us's pens are going to be way mighty.
Ocii
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Sodomy in church Simon Kasyate Kampala
Victim reveals inside story
Twenty six year old Mr Julius Lukyamuzi's story sounds like the paradigm in
the ancient Greek tragedies that the more you attempt to run away from fate the
more you are running towards it.
Julius had a shattered childhood after his parents separated in mid 1990s. He
lived his early years in destitution with his mother near Bwebajja on Entebbe
Road. After his Primary Seven education, he came to the city in 1995 in search
of employment. His story reveals how he found home on the streets, teamed up
with street gangs for survival.
IMPLICATED:
Pastor Kitaka ABUSED: Mr Lukyamuzi at Monitor offices. Photo by Stephen
Wandera But when later he re-discovered himself to abandon the Devil and turn
to Christ, little did he know that he was actually running towards a bigger
Devil than what he was fleeing.
His story is a fusion of sadness, exploitation and betrayal inflicted on him
by people who were supposed to protect and counsel him. It's also a glaring
exposure of the emptiness of some of the emerging evangelical churches of
pseudo-puritans who have turned into Devil's disciples.
Mr Julius narrated this seemingly unbelievable but chilling story to Sunday
Monitor with documentary and pictorial evidence to support his assertions.
"One day in 1995, I was living at the Freedom Square in Katwe, a gospel crusade
by Pastor Deo Balabyekubo, was announced.
A policeman Mr Opolot who we had always seen around called me. I went
straight to him. He asked why I was not getting saved. I got saved. He called a
lady Aunt Jas who took me and other boys to Kibuye Prayer Palace of Pastor
Balabyekubo. The next day, we met Balabyekubo and he promised to take us back
to school. But he died shortly later. I was staying at the church with about 15
other boys. When we returned from his burial certain pastors started picking us
one by one.
I was picked by Pastor Grace Kitaka. He took me to his home in Mengo near
Bulange. (This is at Zakariya Kisingiri's house next to the Supreme Court and
Kitaka is Kisingiri's grandchild). Kitaka told me he wanted me to stay with him
and leave Kibuye Prayer Palace.
He collected me from the church the next day. He introduced me to his mother
Princess Mugale. I found there big boys like Sebwama, Wilberforce, Andrew
Kalibala, Aaron and others.
He had no wife and children but had many adopted children. The same year 1995
he asked me if I wanted to go back to school. I agreed. He took me to Dynamic
SSS. He introduced me as his son and renamed me Kitaka. I was now known as
Julius Kitaka.
At his home, I shared a room with a boy David Lule. But we later conflicted
and Pastor Kitaka asked me to start sleeping in his room. We were eight boys.
He started using me for many strange things (breaks down into sobs). He would
take me to the bathroom and force me to masturbate him (sobs uncontrollably).
Even Lule used to do it but we could not tell each other what we were going
through.
In 1996 we stopped going to Kibuye Prayer Palace and started going to Kansanga
Miracle Centre at Pastor Kiwewesi's Church. Kitaka is good at music. Churches
used to invite him to work for them. So Kiwewesi had called him to help him.
Kitaka had no church of his own.
At Kansanga, there were many pastors including Kiwewesi, Simbwa and Namutebi.
Kitakka was a pastor for music. We were like his children and very close to
him. In 1996 while in S.2, on a Sunday night, he took me to a small room. He
left and returned with a blanket, gave it to me and left again. He returned
later and told me to masturbate him.
I did and he started sodomising me (weeps). Because it was raining outside,
nobody could hear my screams. I fled to the door, kicked it several times but
no one could hear. (Julius breaks down again). That night I could not sleep.
(breaks down again). In the morning Kitaka came and told me to go to the
bathroom. He followed me and watched me as I bathed. Later I went to his sister
Irene Kisingiri (they lived together) and told her. The woman knew his habits.
She just said they would try to lock my room so that he did not disturb me
again.
I reported to the LCI chairman, Mr Kabanda. After telling him the story, he
asked: "Aren't you the son of Pastor Grace Kitaka called Julius Kitaka?"
The LCI man told me this was a family matter which would be settled at family
level. I told him I am Julius Lukyamuzi. He refused to give me a reference
letter to the police and said he would come home to arbitrate.
When he came, we sat and Irene counselled the brother and advised that I be
taken to hospital. They took me to Dr Kalibala of Namirembe Hospital who has a
clinic in Nakulabye. He checked me and wrote a report, which Kitaka took.
In 1997, we boys who lived at Kitaka's home told Pastor Imelda Namutebi that
Kitaka was a gay. She said, "He is not, it can't be, never talk about a man of
God, never touch my anointed one..." She got a Bible and started counselling
us. But we told her we were going to tell the whole world what this guy was
doing.
She pleaded saying if we did, the church would split. She asked us what we
wanted, we said we wanted to leave Kitaka. She told us to be patient and warned
that if I told my mum, I would see what would happened to me.
After a couple of days, we wrote to Kitaka a letter and pushed it under his
door. We condemned him for his actions. He called a meeting and quarrelled till
5 a.m. Knowing my handwriting, he singled me out and took me to boarding at
Light College Katikamu. Emma ad Simbwa were taken to Cardinal Nsubuga Memorial
College.
In 1997 Namutebi started buying me drugs because I was discharging blood. In
1998 I completed my S.4. In 1999 Emma returned from school and said part of his
intestine was coming out. He told Pastor Kitaka and he took him to Namirembe
Hospital where he was operated on. We spent one and half months in hospital.
I was tasked to be his caretaker. I got closer to him. One night he told me
how Kitaka had sodomised him. We spent the whole night crying together. That
year I enrolled at Ndejje SSS for S.5 but told Kitaka I could not continue with
books. I was traumatised.
In 2000 we packed our bags and left. David Lule disappointed us, he stayed. We
went to Pastor Namutebi and told her our testimonies.
She immediately called Pastor Kitaka and we sat in a meeting in an office
near Bulange. We told them we were going to tell the country our plight.
Namutebi pleaded with us. She asked us to tell her what we would want. I told
them we wanted to remain in school, they rent a house for us and we stay as we
had been.
They accepted. We got a house near the Kabaka's lake at Shs80,000. They gave
us money for about six months and Shs200,000 for upkeep. After six months,
Kitaka went to America. When he returned he started separating us. Simbwa went
to him and said he had given him 200 dollars and that we should go to pick
ours. I was the last to go and he gave me Shs360,000 and he told me to separate
from the boys. I refused.
After two weeks, Emma took juice and started vomiting. He went to Lubaga
Hospital and was told he had consumed poison. We started tracing the origin of
the poison and all signs pointed to Simbwa. Simbwa got a knife to stab Emma. I
separated them. In the morning, Yosama was also seriously sick, Simbwa
disappeared. I went to Pastor Kitaka and told him the boys wanted to kill each
other. Kitaka gave me money and told me to leave the group and find my own
house. I started looking for Simbwa because we were friends. I got him in
Mengo. We went to Bukoto. This was 2000.
The other group shifted to Ndeeba. One night in 2001 police came looking for
us. They said I had punched a City Council man with my group. They took me, the
landlord's son and another to Kira Road Police Station. The next day we were
taken to court. We were released on bail. After a month City Hall magistrate
Deborah Wanume dismissed the case.
In 2001 I again told Kitaka that I was badly off, I was still discharging
blood. He told me they would take me for an operation in South Africa. He got
for me a passport. But the details in the passport were different from what I
had filled on the forms. They gave me an ID of Kyambogo University. They told
me to go to the South African embassy. They started coaching me what to tell
the embassy. Namutebi told me I had been booked for operation in South Africa.
But in August 2003, I was arrested. The police came to my place and asked me
for my ID, which I gave them. They asked, "are you a student at Kyambogo
University?" I said, "Yes".
They took me to Old Kira Police Station. A few days later they drove me to
Kyambogo University to the registrar's office and asked whether I was a student
there. He checked in the register and said my name wasnt there.
I was taken to court on September 3 and sentenced to two years in jail in
Luzira. After six months I was transferred to Rwimi prison in Kasese. Life
there was hard. We went 95 but most of my colleagues died. We used to drink
unboiled water.
I was released in January 2005 (sobs). I visited my mum and she was happy. In
May I came back to tell mum Betty my whole life story, but I failed (cries,
wipes off tears). She works in Kabugu on Entebbe Road. In July I went back.
That Friday she was going to Abaita Ababili market. I said mum, let me tell you
one thing. I was sodomised by Pastor Grace and he is the one behind all these
tricks of my being in jail because I told him I would expose him.
"I told you to leave those balokole and you refused," she told me. "You used
to say they were paying your school fees and you were happy with them, now do
you see what has happened?" (breaks down in tears). My mum collapsed. She spent
two weeks in a coma at Mulago Hopspital. They discharged us. My mum is now at
home in Bwebajja but she lost her memory. When I visit her now she can't tell
my name. I don't even want to visit her because whenever I do, I become
traumatised.
In 2003 I met Pastor Joseph Serwada at California Bar during a prayer
crusade. I walked up to him and told him that that man you see seated over
there, Pastor Grace, sodomised me. He told me to go to his office on Monday. I
kept going to his office for about two months, but I could only see his
assistants.
In 2006 I heard about Pastor Male Solomon. I went and told him about my
problems. He assisted me to go back to Uganda Human Rights Commission where I
had reported the case of sodomy in 2001. Male wrote a letter to Mr Nathan of
UHRC to trace my file. They could not trace it although in the register, my
name was there. The file got lost.
We went to Mr Grace Turyagumanawe, the regional police commander, and told him
our complaint. He called a police officer Mr Olweny who recorded our
statements-- me and Emma Magara.
Earlier in April I had been arrested by police who said Kitaka had accused me
of threatening violence. But Mr Turyagumanawe released me on bond.
On July 18, Mr Olweny told me that Kitaka had been arrested. I called my family
and Pastor Male that Kitaka was in cells. When I returned, Mr Olweny told me he
was sorry Kitaka had been released by Sakira the previous night. Mr Sakira told
us it was an order from above.
We were puzzled. Emma and I went to the IGP Mr Kale Kayihura on August 24,
2006. He handed us over to his personal secretary Owomugisha Herman. Herman was
later transferred and replaced by Anne Asiimwe. Since then Kitaka has never
been taken to court.
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