I was walking down to Kibera to collect
some water samples that I was preparing to distribute around Dagoretti corner.
I brought Shuba along with me to help carry some water. We were
walking the scenic backroads down behind the Nairobi show grounds. Soweto Academy
is located in the Soweto
area of Kibera, and is right on the outskirts of Kibera where the slum ends and
Ngong forest begins. Having walked this route several times before, I proposed
we take the back road into Soweto. The back road is made up of dirt roads where
cars pass and apartments are constructed, a place that was allegedly reported to be
dangerous. However, there were women collecting firewood, children passing
through, men carrying water jugs. It was a beautiful day and I was practicing
my Swahili as we walked and talked down to the school, I felt safe.
The back road dividing Ngong road from Kibera |
Out of nowhere I look up and the next thing
I see there are 4 youth men surrounding us with guns. Right before he spoke, the
leader cocks the gun, bullets are visible: “get down! Get down!” Shuba knows
exactly what is going on and gets on the ground first, I follow. The men are
speaking fast and excitedly in Cheng “where’s the money, where’s the money?”
Unfortunately, I had only brought 50 shillings (about seventy five cents), and
immediately regretted that I didn’t have more money to appease our robbers.
They went through each and every pocket looking for money “where is it, where
is it?” Looking into their eyes, it was evident they had taken substantial
drugs. They stepped on Shuba’s back so he couldn’t move and checked all his
pockets also. Not satisfied with a mere 50 shillings, they took my backpack and
left us sitting there by the road. I breathed a big sigh of relief.
Should we run out of here? They took my phone and my keys. Shuba told me they would drop my keys,
and we could pick them up as soon as they had walked a considerable distance
away. After waiting a few minutes, we went back to the road so I could pick up
my keys, which sure enough, were waiting in the dirt. Still shaky, we begin
walking away from the back road towards Kibera. Thank God they didn’t do
anything else to us. Here, there are no limits to what youth gangs, high on
drugs, conscience compromised, will do.
We start walking back to Kibera. I look
behind me and spot four young men. “Are those the same four youth?” There were
four men quickly coming down to the hill towards us. “Yes, just keep walking, don’t run…” so we walk
trying to maintain calm, I look back again and the youth are now running
towards us. Shuba grabs my hand and yells “we go, Jahwil, we go!” I lose my sandals
and attempt to keep up with Shuba who has a death grip on my wrist. We are
running flat out down hill through bumpy rocky dirt roads. I knew I couldn’t
keep balance and thought that if I fall, they will surely catch me. Too late, I
fall and roll hard. Shuba picks me up, grabs my hand “we go, we go”. Again,
running downhill, full-out, with one hand being pulled by a super fit Kenyan
youth, I lose my balance and fall again hard. This time we have reached the
bottom of the hill. Shuba stops, sees me on the ground, comes back to pick me
up and we run. Barefoot, we reach the base of the slums. We hear shouting in
Cheng behind us. The translation “Now its your turn, first we are going to deal
with you (Shuba) and then we will get to her, now you are not going to get off
so easy, this time we are going to do bad things”. Luckily I couldn’t
understand what they were saying at the time.
Outskirts of Kibera |
My feeling is that the immediate danger has
passed; nonetheless, we are not about to stick around long enough to know if
the gang was still looking for us. Both of us are coughing hard after that
extreme burst of activity. The lungs don’t know what hit them and I am wheezing
and sweating, and feel the pain of my sprained hip and scratched up feet.
Limping, barefoot, covered in dirt and blood, we walk out of Kibera. Now that the
danger has passed, concerned citizens are inquiring as to what happened “what
is wrong? You are hurt? Let us help you”. Shuba brushes them off, we are fine,
Jahwil, let’s get out of here.
I don’t feel safe until we hit the main
road ‘Ngong road’ and I see the abundance of cars and even police (whom I don’t
normally care for, but am grateful for now). After a long walk back, we finally
make it to Dagoretti. Walking through the doors of my house, we tell my
roommate, Mai, what had happened. She takes care of us for the rest of the
afternoon. We clean-up and though I am incredibly sore, I am incredibly
incredibly THANKFUL. Thankful for this opportunity to be in Kenya, for my
friends and family, for Shuba who saved me that day, thankful for LIFE.
Made my heart pound, reading this.
ReplyDeleteYeah, still makes my heart pound each time I relive it. The feeling was surreal - sometimes I still can't believe it actually happened.
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