At 9am on Friday, 9th September 2011 I was driving from my home on St Andrew’s Road to Nairobi.  I turned off St Andrew’s Road onto St Georges Road and after bout 200 metres, just as I was beginning to go down the hill towards Tigoni Water (on the left hand side) there was 3 men walking in the middle of the road.  I slowed down, and one man moved to each side of the road and one stayed in the middle.  I slowed further and then realized the man in the middle of the road was pointing a gun at me.  I tried to put the car into reverse but one gunman was already in the back seat and the other had a gun pointed at me through my window.

They pushed me into the back seat of the car, and one gunman sitting beside me, the other two in the front of the car.  The man in the passenger seat punched me and hit me with his gun about 5 times.

These men had pistols, two each.  They showed me the golden bullets and told me they were for killing. They began driving fast and going through my bag and took all the cash I had, plus my credit cards.

...we met a white saloon car, driven by a lady, coming the other way. There was no phone contact, the white car slowed down, and the gunmen told me I was going in the white car with one gunman until they had used my car “to rob a man at 10am, then they would return my car”.

I was moved to the white saloon car, driven by a lady, with the gunman sitting beside me.  The car had 4 doors, was quite old, and tinted windows.

Two of the men were quite heavily built, not fat, but large men. The third one was much thinner and had quite a slender face. They all spoke quite good English.

The lady was quite short, with a tiny frame but solidly build (not fat).  She had her hair pulled into two plaits and braided a little bit.  She had large silver hooped earings.  She had very dark skin.  She wore a torn jacket with the number 69 stitched onto the back.  She looked to be very fit, like a person who exercised a lot; running, in the gym, etc.

The gunman in the saloon car was a large man, big round face, with very dark skin.  He wore a cotton short-sleeved shirt and brown jean trousers. He told me they were doing what they were doing for their community so everyone could eat.  He said “I am a soldier for my community.”

He eventually dropped me off at the top of the hill dropping down to Limuru Town on the Limuru/Kiambu Road.  He turned the car so he was facing Kiambu,  got out and opened the boot of the car, and after all the vehicles had passed he told me I could get out but I must run as fast as I could. With the boot open I was unable to see the registration of the vehicle.  I was dropped off at approximately 2pm.

I ran and ran, eventually hiding in the tea.  I saw a fire truck, First Responder vehicle coming up the road from Limuru with its lights flashing.  I began shouting, waving my hands and screaming.  They stopped and waited for me. I told them what had happened and they drove me home to Tigoni.

By Glen Edmunds