Continued…
The next morning, Ashley, Drea, and Sarah headed to the hospital and waited on pins and needles for the results to come back. As soon as they heard the negative result, Sarah hugged both the girls went home to pack a few things and made plans to return in a few hours. The girls had barely been back and finished telling us all their story when we see Sarah walking into the gate. It had not taken her long to get her things together and get out of that house. She was ready to go home.
We threw around all the different options of how to get her back to Rwanda safely. We could put her on a matatu, but I don’t feel safe on a matatu and certainly don’t want to put this woman on one so that she can be seen by one of her husband’s friends and carried back to his house. We could put her on a bus. She does not have legal documentation of her identity or Rwandan citizenship. We could hire a taxi to take her across the borders. That will cost an astronomical amount because they would be crossing two borders. So we decided upon a compromise. We would get a taxi to get her through Uganda and to Kampala where they would make sure she got on a bus toward Rwanda.
We arranged for one of our pastors to go with her to make sure she was well taken care of and that she got on the right bus. She told us thank you in a tearful goodbye. We made sure she had a Bible in Swahili and plenty of food for the journey. She sat quietly in the back of the well tinted taxi as they drove to Kampala.
When they arrived in Kampala, Pastor Charles made sure she got the right bus ticket and got them all dinner before her bus arrived. He saw her to the right bus and watched hopefully as it pulled away carrying Sarah back to Rwanda, back to her home, away from her oppressive husband.
He returned to Busia to relate the tale of their journey to an eager audience. She was safe.
To be continued…
