Part 3.
On the morning of Friday, July 5th, when my wife noticed the unopened perfumes missing, a chilling realization crept over me. A kleptomaniac was on the loose, a suspicion that had been gnawing at me for some time. Little did I know just how dramatically everything would unravel in the hours ahead. I wasn’t prepared for the shock and awe that awaited me at Lilayi, the home of Bridget Mwanza’s sister, our runaway nanny.
As we arrived and I stepped out of the car, an eerie silence hung in the air. The moment I set foot on the driveway, a sense of foreboding washed over me. My heart pounded as I approached the door. I barely had time to retract my hand after greeting the couple and introducing myself and my wife when the man’s words hit me like a thunderclap.
“This is a case of a repeat offender,” he said, his tone grave. “One with an uncontrollable urge to take anything within her sight at all times. Clearly, a kleptomaniac.”
His revelation struck me to the core. My worst fears were confirmed in an instant, and the reality of our situation became terrifyingly clear.
The recovery:
The drive from Salama Park to Lilayi was a turbulent blend of shock, expectation, and foreboding, as if the world itself were conspiring against us. We had entrusted this woman with the care of our child. If she could break into our bedroom and steal items hidden away in drawers, what else might she be capable of? What horrors awaited us in Lilayi?
The second sister in Lilayi had hinted that Bridget, our runaway nanny, had been there with stolen items, including perfumes and phones. We were on a mission to uncover the truth, but the further we drove, the more it seemed as though the truth was slipping further from our grasp. Despite our attempts to get the GPS coordinates to her house, we had received nothing but silence.
Then, instead of the GPS coordinates, a call came through. We described our location, and soon enough, we met up with her sister. She led us to her home, and as we arrived, her husband pulled in behind us. The tension was palpable as they escorted us inside.
Once inside, we recounted our ordeal, each word heavy with the weight of our fears. The couple exchanged knowing glances before speaking.
Bridget had been there earlier, they confirmed, carrying a suspiciously large number of items. Alarm bells had rung for them immediately. They revealed that Bridget was a convicted criminal, having served time for theft. In her previous job, she had walked away with a plasma TV, and her crimes extended to the Copperbelt, where she was most likely still wanted. She had even stolen from a European employer when working as a maid.
With every word, the gravity of the situation deepened, and the truth, once hidden in the shadows, now loomed before us in stark, terrifying clarity.
We were asked what name she she had used. It was then at this point we were told of the alias identity of Mary Nonde, complete with a national registration card ID. We had a brief chat with the couple and there after they brought out the suspected stolen items left by Bridget at their home.
One by one we started to go through the items. There were items we had suspected to be missing. There were many other items we never even realized had been missing. Among the items recovered were 2 phones, 2 perfumes, 2 branded shirts, a branded winter jacket, a branded winter reflector jacket, a pair of shoes and a thermometer. The sister then confirmed that as Bridget left their home, she walked out clad in another branded winter jacket, and was holding a tablet in her hands.
Our discussion with the couple lasted nearly an hour and we said our goodbyes.
We drove straight to Meanwood Kwamwena Valley police where we found Bridget seated on a bench outside, just beside the entrance to the station. Apparently Bridget had gone there to allegedly report my wife and I for searching her bag in her absence. This was quickly corrected, as the search was conducted by the representative of the maid center while we looked on as per the earlier instructions given by Police. At this point I asked Bridget if she had stolen anything and she denied.
Well, I quickly informed the officers on duty that we had recovered some items from the home of her sister and I had the items in the car. One of the officers accompanied me to the car and we picked up the items.
Bridget Mwanza, is currently in Police custody and a docket was opened pending further investigation and an appearance in court.
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| Screenshot of the picture and text sent to my wife's friend listing a now 27 years old Bridget as one of the available maids |
The Maid center:
I have no kind words for this sham of a maid center called Clemolis. In fact the behavior of the representatives and the proprietor has somewhat made me question if these maid centers actually collude with their maids in crimes committed.
The center was first informed of Bridget Mwanza's misdeeds in the afternoon of Friday 5th July. My wife had reported to a lady called Harriet, based in Vorna Valley. This lady then mentioned that as far as she was concerned Bridget was back at the center, but the one in Kwamwena. According to her, this happened on Wednesday. Later that day on Friday when my wife went to report at the Police, again the maid center was informed.
We do not expect that the maid center will engage in complex background checks or even biometric finger print clearance etc. However, when someone has made a report, the least they could have done is take such a person off their list until resolution of the case.
Part 4 narrows down on everything to do with the maid center, their registration, how the maid center premises are organized, and the interaction I had with someone that is supposedly the proprietor
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