The mugging encounters.

Late last year I almost got mugged. Actually, we got mugged and I am pretty sure it’s not because I was walking with someone of a different race or because we were both women. Mugging is now rampant in Kenya regardless of race or gender. It has taken a while to admit this but that was the scariest moment in my life that year. It scarred me as I thought of all possibilities like getting stabbed or being raped right in front of my own neighbourhood.

I was walking from Mercury to Quins bar with my colleague at about 7:40p.m to try out local joints when some short man coming our direction approached us. He said hello and went ahead to complement us. We smiled and kept walking. Then 2 boys crossed the road and a 4th one approached from the back. Something was definitely fishy.

The mugger who is arrested is back on the street before the police officer, but the person mugged may not be back on the street for a long time, if ever – Mario Cuomo.

I guess they just thought that the fact that we were walking meant that we definitely had money as they assumed that we lived around that place as we were dressed too thrown up for a bar or club. They also guessed that we were likely to be vulnerable, we would give our bags and phones up easily. They ignored the fact that the people they were about to mug were taller than them. At first, they only asked for some money which we were ready to give until he asked for my whole bag and my shoes. It’s the thought of walking barefooted back home that chuckled me.

The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed- Eminem.</strong.

It’s funny they totally didn’t see her bag. Am glad they didn’t. All the partying money was in her fanny pack. We had the full on partying spirit that day. I would have loved to describe the men but short men is the only thing I can honestly remember.
Trying to grab my handbag, my friend’s instinct made her kick one in his pants. Wrong move. They were enraged and insulted… Two more men appeared from nowhere. I, on the other hand was taking care of my purse as they attempted to punch her on the face. Another action of a man went in for a punch at my end as well. He was a lousy aim. She, on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. She fell after the punch and that’s where hell broke lose.

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We fought them off then screamed for help and that’s when they left off running like little children. They took something that she treasured and was sentimental about. A 7 year old necklace. Shaken, as women always are, we decided that we would still go to the bar and without hesitation we walked to the bar, had a couple of beers and smoked some cigarettes. We even joked how we should use this moment to try and do some illegal drugs like weed and coke but we laughed that thought off. I had sworn off drugs including cigarettes and so had she.

No one wanted to talk about the ordeal when we got to the bar. We kept drinking and drinking until we silently acknowledged that we had had enough. We left the bar, freaking out and called a familiar cab guy. As we drove home, I was absolutely sure I would have loved to find the brats and give them a dose of my pepper spray that was so hidden during the whole ordeal. Bottom line, avoid walking along Ngong Road especially near Makini and also in the riara areas from 6:30 unless you truly believe in yourself. Because the pros got mugged and we were shaken as hell. It was a worthy lesson learnt. I hear town is also heated lately. What’s your experience?

Share to help us avoid having a repeat. Let’s be vigilante.

One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.

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