Emerita Gabutero, 54

img_1431Time tonight is 9 pm.  I have just arrived from the city.

I had been to the hospital this morning. I rushed there because I received a text message from Albert, Mery’s son, that Mery was having difficulty breathing, even with oxygen hose attached to her nose. They already covered her face with an oxygen bag.

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Photos From the Crime Scene

Just plain curiosity: That’s our reason for visiting the spot where the body of Judith Jastiva, wife of an Adventist Reform Church “pastor,” was discovered in the morning of 18 February, 2009. I visited Pontoy in his house today, Sunday at 4 p.m. to ask for additional facts, accompany me to the crime scene and take some pictures if we could.

Judith Jastiva was reported to have been kidnapped by a group of men on February 9.  Her body was found on February 18, nine days after her disappearance.

The police who came to investigate surmised that at the time her body was found, Judith Jastiva must have been dead for four days. Pontoy believes otherwise; what he saw, he said, was a body already in an advanced state of decomposition, with skull and bones exposed.

The police, Pontoy said, lifted some evidences from the crime scene that included a dog chain, an eggplant inserted in a condom. Today we found a piece of plastic glove which we think could be an additional evidence. We left it there at the scene, without touching anything. The police could be back anytime for more investigations and we want to help the law too by leaving the scene untouched.

Beside the spot where Judith Jastiva’s body supposedly lay was a stick as big as a small woman’s arm and about two feet long. Pontoy suspected that it must have been the murder weapon. The dog chain must have been used to tie the woman’s right arm, and the stick must have been used to beat her. His notion is that the woman was still alive when she was brought to this spot in Cantipla 1 in the dead of night when no soul was in sight and nobody could hear any shriek or any cry. The spot is not a forest thicket as some thinks, for it provides enough space for some struggles to happen.

That morning of February 18, Pontoy put his goats to pasture and went looking for firewood. He now lives alone in his house, and so he does the cooking and the firewood gathering himself. He thinks he was brought to the spot where Judith Jastiva lay, now dead and decomposing, more than by accident or chance, for his discovery of her body must be the answer to the cry of that soul for justice—she was overpowered by someone stronger, chained, beaten and killed. That night when she was murdered all factors were not in her favor: the unholy hour, the place deserted and desolate, and other circumstances like the overpowering strength of  someone superior.

Who killed her? The police suspected her husband did, based on circumstantial evidences. The judge however threw away that notion to the winds by technicalities.

Whoever committed this dastardly deed must be afraid. He should be afraid.

Everyone shall reap what he has sown—either here or beyond,  today or tomorrow.

Be afraid!


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