This story you are about to read/hear is about an American, Eric Kran, who came to Uganda way back in 2019, after he was captivated by its culture and beauty. He settled in Bujagali village near Jinja and soon made his way into the hearts of people in the community. What started as an adventure of a lifetime became one of betrayal and loss when Kran was defrauded by those whom he trusted.
It’s a story of how this betrayal upset Kran’s life in Uganda, revealing a dark side to his experience in the country. This news website reveals the full details of the New York City-born and raised Kran’s shocking experience, as written by him. A New Life in Uganda In November 2022, I decided to travel to Uganda, a country I perceived to be a haven of peace.
it presented me with an opportunity to start life afresh and raise a family. I rapidly made many friends and connections, most of whom, seemed genuinely good and sincere people. I treasured these relationships and saw them as one of the most important and memorable aspects of my time in Uganda.
Not all my experiences, however, were pleasant. I met too many people who had an interest in defrauding me, and a network of deceit began to form that I would not realise until much later. My major objectives for moving to Uganda were to find peace and possibly raise a family.
Such plans were soon upset by the betrayals and fraudulent schemes that began surfacing. Despite my best efforts to handle these situations, I found myself struggling largely due to the lack of support from local law enforcement. Their indifference and corruption only added to my difficulties in almost an insurmountable way, to get some kind of justice.
Everything changed for me, living a peaceful life in Uganda till late November 2023. I received some disturbing news from the United States about my sister, who is disabled with complex psychological and physical medical conditions, having horrendously been subjected to domestic violence. She needed my support morally and legally.
I did not think twice but booked my flight back to the States to join her right away. I spent seven months in the U.S.
, working hard to get my sister on stable ground and out of danger. I did all I could to help her with legal and medical difficulties during that time. By the time I felt that she was stable, I started organising my return to Uganda to solve the problems that were left unfinished business from my earlier sojourn.
I also was longing to reunite with my fiancée, who is Kenyan and had been staying with her family in Kenya. July 6th, 2024, found myself back in Jinja, Uganda, determined. I had unfinished legal business that I had to tie up, especially those concerning some of the fraudulent cases in which I was ripped off the last time around.
Besides, I wanted to follow up on some business deals that had come up while I was away. But I was about to find out that everything I thought I had left behind was far from what really happened. The series of events that followed my homecoming revealed the most profound act of betrayal that had ever befallen me.
Shortly after my initial arrival in Uganda, I moved from Kampala to Jinja in early February 2023. This was where I met Wyclif John Ntende, a veterinarian by profession. I had just acquired a beautiful Boerboel puppy called Ekkula, who needed to see a vet for his vaccinations.
I had another dog, an adult Boerboel called Rufus, who needed to see the vet. Ntende was, to me, a godsend—a man who was not only taking good care of my dogs but also quickly became a very close friend. With time, we became even closer, and I finally started considering Ntende as the closest friend and brother I have here in Uganda.
He stood by my side through times of distress, especially when I fell victim to several acts of fraud. He seemed to show a lot of interest in helping me out of these awkward situations, and I trusted him incredibly. In fact, I believed that he was keeping my best interests at heart and that he was the one person on whom I should rely, in everything.
When I returned to Jinja in July 2024, I rented a residence in Walukuba. Since Ntende had offered his storage while I was away in the U.S.
, he now ensured that all my goods were delivered to the new place. I found most of my stuff in disorganised form, others broken, and some missing upon arrival. When I confronted Ntende over this issue, he gave me a series of excuses for the same and promised to look into the missing items.
Suspecting foul play, I sought to resolve the matter in-house, hoping everything would finally work out. The following twelve days were a period of settling into our new home for me and my fiancée, getting along with each other, and going about the various matters I had come to Uganda to resolve. Little did I know that my world was about to be turned upside down.
An Act of Corruption In the afternoon of 18 July 2024, just twelve days after my return, our home was suddenly raided by a big group of police and other people. The search was conducted without any prior warning and without producing a warrant; my fiancée and I were shocked all the time. Despite the noise, I remained calm and insisted that these police officers show me a warrant.
You will not believe this, but they ignored my request and forcibly entered our house, leaving only a few things behind. In the evening, I and my fiancée were driven to the JCPS and thrown into jail. We were charged with illegal possession of narcotic substances, an utterly baseless charge.
I have never been involved with narcotics, and none was recovered from my effects. I obliged the police with the statements they required of me. Despite my cooperation in the process and the lack of evidence incriminating me, we were detained illegally for seven days, far beyond the 48-hour limit prescribed by Ugandan law.
A Friend’s Deceit Ntende visited me several times while I was in jail. He acted like a concerned friend, doing all he could to help me. He told me about the charges against me and added that a huge sum of money was needed to secure my bail.
I, therefore trusting him absolutely, sent him all the money that I had remaining in my savings, thinking that he was trying to help me to freedom. Inconsistencies, though, became clear in Ntende’s actions and words some days later. He promised me at first that he would get me out of prison, only to say later that it had flopped due to some reason that he could not explain.
I found it very hard to believe that Ntende, a very good friend and brother, would do such a bad thing. Not until the end of my life in Jinja Rimand Prison did I completely understand the extent of the treachery that Ntende had done. He had arranged the entire raid and my consequent arrest of the corrupt law enforcement officers.
The scheme was obvious; to take away all my property and then dump me in prison to rot. Confinement in Jinja Remand Prison was nothing short of hellish torture. From day one, I was ill.
Chronic pain had worsened, and breathing difficulties became severe. The prison conditions were terrible, with most wards overcrowded and living conditions unsanitary. These wards, having a capacity of just about 50 people, were glaringly overcrowded with more than 100 inmates; we had to sleep on the floor, so packed that we were like sardines.
The difficult conditions affected my health, both physical and mental, very badly. To make matters worse, I caught typhoid shortly after my release, which further complicated my recovery. The difficult time turned out to be a blessing in disguise as I spent my days teaching, motivating, and encouraging fellow prisoners.
I shared what I knew and experienced with them, hoping to make some difference, however small it may be. I actually have even managed to make a couple of friends out of the inmates, with whom I am eager to continue the friendship later. It was after two weeks in Jinja Rimand Prison that I was finally released on bail.
Upon my release, I confirmed what I had feared, Ntende was behind my arrest. He conspired with some corrupt law enforcement officers and climbed to conduct the raid. This he did without any saving intention, but he wanted to steal my assets and property at whatever cost to my life or freedom.
The kind of betrayal I went through you could hardly fathom. Ntende, my supposed closest friend, closest brother, was such a wicked, duplicitous human being capable of evil beyond imagination. The corruption in my case was wide-ranging, right into the structure of law enforcement and possibly beyond.
Now I’m working with those who will look after my best interests to secure the dismissal of the spurious charges against me and regain my property, as well as bringing Ntende and his co-conspirators to book. That includes Ntende’s mother and wife, whom we think are directly involved in his machinations. This has been one of the most harrowing experiences in my life.
Being betrayed by a person whom one considers to be one of his closest friends was compounded with corruption and injustice, which, scratched deep. Yet, I refuse to let such events define me or destroy the life I came to Uganda to build. Instead, they have further enhanced my impetus to fight for justice, not just mine but of others, too, who happen to be in similar circumstances.
But ahead of me, my path is as unclear as how far from being over the challenges that lie before really are. The legal battle to clear my name, reclaim my property, and make those responsible accountable will likely be prolonged and troublesome. Yet, I am determined to go through it all, strengthened by the goodwill of the few who genuinely care about me and in my heart, that truth will eventually be victorious.
That experience enlightened me as to the extensive corruption running through the systems that are supposedly there to serve and protect the public. It was a shocking reminder of the fact that integrity, transparency, and accountability are important in every walk of life. I only hope that my story will bring attention to the issues and make a stand against the injustice, however powerful the forces may be when more people take action.
My time in Uganda has been marked both by deep friendships and unbelievable betrayals. I’ll forever treasure good memories, those real connections, but I have also been made acutely aware of the darker side of human nature firsthand. The good and bad lessons learned will be in my mind as I move on to guide my future decisions.
In the end, it’s a story of standing strong, persisting, and just having that belief that justice can and will be served. I’m resolved to pick up my life, restore my reputation, and continue the work I set out to do in Uganda. I also want to be in a position to help others who might probably be experiencing the same challenges by guiding and giving them the necessary support in their journeys.
Finally, what transpired in Uganda has molded me in ways that I never knew. The scars of betrayal and injustice will always be upon my person, yet they have also made me a stronger, more purposeful, and resolute woman in my quest to do what is right. I may have been knocked down, but I refuse to be defeated.
My story is far from over. I’ll keep fighting for justice, and I’ll keep fighting to rebuild my life, knowing that I am not alone. Some stand with me; some believe in me; some are willing to help me see it all to the very end.
Together, we will wage a war on corruption and search for the truth, revealing justice to the people, not just for my sake but for everybody wronged in following their dreams. This is not the end of my story. It is a beginning, more like a chapter I start stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before to live a life of integrity, honour, and justice.
The path ahead may be full of obstacles, but I will move on knowing that deep inside me, I am doing the right thing, and truth and justice in the end will prevail..
