Don’t lie to us or we will just shoot you. How much money do you have in the bank? At this time my wife, completely unaware of the happenings inside the house, returned only to be confronted by thugs when she opened the gate. She was also ordered to lie face down. Meanwhile, they had started ransacking the house for valuables.
They took my car keys and drove the car into the compound to avoid being seen loading our valuables into the vehicle. After a while, they pulled me and our maid’s hands behind our backs, and tied them before securing our feet.
They demanded the PIN numbers to my ATM cards with a gun on my head and I gave it to them. They had only tied my wife’s feet because they wanted her to nurse our son but blindfolded her and asked her to sit on the sofa. For the next one and a-half hours, they took their time carrying our valuables to the car.
We were in excruciating pain from the bonds they had tied us with, and our heads were covered. They left at around 4.15pm. We managed to free ourselves and walked to my daughter’s school where the director helped us to phone the police.
There is no word from the police on how far the case has proceeded. It is very frustrating but we thank God we are alive and that my daughter was spared the terror. My baby son also slept through most of the commotion. What we have lost is nothing compared to life. But no one should be fooled. There is no security in this country, and only the grace of God keeps one safe. The police are poorly equipped to investigate armed robberies and seem to have very low morale.
The car is yet to be found, even though it is a colour and model that is easy to spot, and there is no word from the police despite numerous queries,” concludes the senior editor. The day he was attacked, the IT manager left the Standard Group offices on Mombasa Road and took the eastern by-pass, which he often uses to access his home in Karen. He narrates his ordeal:
“It was past 10pm on this Friday night and the roads were clear. Nothing seemed unusual. I drove to Lang’ata shopping centre where I stopped to buy some medicine. Suddenly, a car blocked my way from the front.
A man jumped into the front seat of my car and two others at the back. It happened so fast that I cannot recall how they managed to open the doors. The thugs, who were armed with pistols, ordered me to the back seat where I was sandwiched between two thugs. The one on my left hit me on my head with the barrel of the gun before handcuffing me.
We then drove from Lang’ata to Industrial Area via Nyayo Stadium and then to Jogoo Road.
It was now 11pm. At some point, they drove the car into a dingy corridor in Kiamaiko slum near Buruburu.
They took my wallet and everything in it, including my ATM card, and demanded its PIN, all along holding a gun to my head. They also took my phone then ordered me to jump into the boot. They drove the car until 5am when we came to a stop somewhere in Jericho Estate.