CHAPTER 24

Graduation Day

Love always multiplies itself.

Ever since the trial against Kabi, I’ve been meeting with witch doctors.

My daughter-in-law, Ashley, who is also an attorney, got in a car with a
friend and traveled around the country educating Ugandan high court
judges on what the law is and how to bring these cases to trial. When I go
to Uganda now, I send out word on the bush radio in the North that the
honorary consul of Uganda has arrived and all the witch doctors are
required to meet with me at the king’s hut. They aren’t, of course, but I’m
a lawyer and I make them believe they are. The crazy part is this: they
come. Hundreds and hundreds of them. I’ve met with almost a thousand
witch doctors so far. Some of them are pretty creepy. Several have
brought little dolls that look like me, and they stick pins in them while I
talk. It’s a little like being a pastor at some churches, I suppose. But
we’re not afraid of these guys. They’ve got nothing compared to the kind
of power love has.
Before I meet with witch doctors in the king’s hut, I’ll go out into the
bush and set up a sting. I have a camera that looks like a watch and
another that looks like a pen. I go to a village, posing as a wealthy
businessman from Kampala, and I ask the local witch doctor if he would
help me find a kid for a child sacrifice if I needed one. Sadly, without
exception, they offer to find one for thirty dollars.
Later, when I meet with all the witch doctors in the king’s hut, I show
them the video from the sting, and I tell them, “You see this guy? He’s as
good as dead. You even talk about sacrificing a kid, it’s over for you too.”