Under the circumstances, the company took it upon itself to hire a hearse and a truck to transport the man’s high-end household goods. Since none of the deceased’s colleagues knew a thing about his rural home, they relied heavily on the dead man’s identification card.
The overnight journey to Alego was smooth. Their first stop was at a trading centre where they met a small boy who guided them to the chief’s home. When the chief saw the two vehicles, one of them a hearse carrying a corpse, approaching his home, he was dumbfounded.
"Only after we explained to him what our mission was did he relax and take us to the deceased’s home," explains Joseph.
During the funeral, the mourners from Mombasa quickly discovered their boss had no place to call his own and that a makeshift house made of twigs had to be erected.
"It was a humiliating spectacle. He had accumulated wonderful and expensive household items, but there was no house to place them," says Joseph.
But one thing they noticed when they toured the village was its deserted and disturbingly underdeveloped look. The educated sons of the village had fled and remained in towns, too frightened to return and build beautiful homes, it seemed. A few sons of Alego have attempted to develop their rural homes, but they ended badly.
Michael Oloo, a retired civil servant, says that one time, he had a friend who hailed from Alego. The man was a dedicated worker and he earned promotions fast. With power also came prestige and he bought a sexy looking Mercedes Benz. Sadly, the day he bid his friends bye to visit his rural home in his new Benz is the last time they saw him alive.
The man drove home safely and did the rounds visiting neighbours and relatives. He had a good time. But he never made it back to the city — losing his life in a fatal road smash. His death remains a mystery to date. Michael says he was a teetotaler and an expert driver and can’t understand how his new and well-maintained vehicle could just overturn and kill him on the spot.
"This was purely the work of black magic and nothing else. I strongly believe some people were jealous of my friend’s success and they vowed to finish him," states Michael.
Pius Makori, an insurance broker based in Nakuru, equally has a chilling account of how villagers in Alego treat their moneyed sons.