A scheme vs. A good cause?

Before I arrived at " Family Spirit", I was told that it's an orphanage/nursing home, where most of kids are orphans or abandoned by their families because their AIDS. It sounds there's a campaign called " live positive"  going on in this city to fight against AIDS. The mayor Joshua told me that the principle, who has AIDS himself,  founded this school as a good cause. Madam Susan told me that they have received financial supports from foreign friends ( Mozugos). The principle was away while I stayed at " Family Spirit".
The suspicion on the claim occurred to me starting with some chats with some older students who told me that they paid school fees to study and live here. Most of them came from the north, the war ridden regions. They told me the school principle recruited them and convinced their parents that the school will provide an excellent facility for them to study and stay. They told me that they were forced to do labor work and even sometimes beaten up by the principle. They further told me that most of the kids are students who pay the school fees to stay and there are only a handful who are orphans or have AIDS.
I was not shocked with what I heard. Their information just confirmed my observation. Madam Susan told me that she's pregnant with the principle's baby. They are lovers. Upon being asked if she's worried about the AIDS that her baby might get from his father, she seemed very sad and told me that she also has AIDS from her lover and that all her family died of the tribal war and she just wanted to have her own family. In the contrary to what she told me, she seems to live a comfortable life. Her room is at the end of the dorms, where all the food for school is stocked and the only TV is placed. She eats separately. I got invited to have meal with her a few times. Students served her to wash her hands before the meal. Her meal includes a variety of staple food and meat and veggies. She would give the leftover to her favorite students. I also noticed that the food I bought for kids are stocked in her room and only half of the bread I bought was distributed to kids in the morning. She added some sugar to the porridge for kids and kept the rest.
The Mozugo friends she refers to are mainly a British couple, a Danish lady and some random visitors. Susan showed me the album of photos the kids took with Mozugos. She liked to talk about that. These Mozugos are her sources of income. Most of them have come and donated some money and food and then left. The British couple have been in Masindi for a few years. They have provided funds to build the toilet. When the wife Megan was visiting, Madam Susan told her that they fell behind on the utility bill. Megan told me that she bought them a couple of sewing machines but Madam Susan was not interested to learn. I visited the husband Chris at the local hospital where he worked and shared some "inside" information and my concerns with him. He didn't seem surprised. Having lived in the culture for a while, he understands this is a part of the culture.
I caught the Danish woman Vivian's visit. She brought her daughters and their boyfriends. They came in a jeep in a swirl. They asked all the kids to line up and take a photo. They were making a website for Family Spirit. The old kids told me they don't really like this type of publicity. They don't think they are orphans or AIDS victims and they don't need the donor's money. I accompanied Vivian to the local market to get kids eggs and banana. That day all the kids got a hard boiled egg. What about the next meal?
During my stay at Family Spirit, Rosemary came and visited me once. She insisted taking me for a fun day trip to the nearby Kinyana Sugarcane Factory. Sugarcane is a proud local industry. The plants seem large and formal. The workers live on the campus. Depending on their seniority and ranking, some of the apartments have their own water faucet inside, Rosemary told me. Rosemary's friends seem upper middle class in Masindi. We hang out at a private club afterwards where there were a pool table and a bar.
Joseph, a 20 some year old girl who shared the room with me at Family Spirit. She told me she is an orphan and was displaced from her hometown in the north where all her family were killed during the civil war. I thought there must be something horrible that happened to her. She goes to church every weekend. She is a big believer in God. All the African believe in God. Their religion keeps them going. Joseph likes to braid my hair. I let her and other girls do my hair.
I have my two children at Family Spirit. They are sisters. They are Massi and Precious. I adore them deeply and they made them smile when I saw them in the morning. I thought about sponsoring them. But Madam Susan told me the story of a sponsored kid at Family Spirit. A French sponsored a boy at Family Spirit through a church. The boy occasionally goes to the church for a good meal or some play. He brought back some new clothes or school bags. But I know that boy is just as starving as other kids because no one knows where the sponsored money went.
The night before I left Family Spirit, the stars were very bright. It was a lively party night. Kids set up a stage where they played their band using their self invented instruments such as water bottles and barrels as drums. Everyone was singing and dancing along. Some rock stars were not shy to show off their amazing talents on the stage.
Under the dark sky and glowing stars, are there these beautiful  kids full of energy and passion for life. They just barely started their life, a rough beginning of their life. What type of opportunities are awaiting them? Are they as promising as their singing and dancing?