No one wants to talk about it. But I will.
Is it an inside Job by some iHub Members? We don’t know.
Is it a collaboration between the night watchmen and the thugs? I think so. I hope not.
It all started a few months ago. I call this the survey phase. I would leave iHub at 10pm and see some fellas just idling around the Car yard next to Rising Star/Mama Jeff area.
I just assumed they are peaceful Kenyans enjoying the wonderful darkness on the streets. Then I started hearing stories.
Fender and Pires take a cab from Magua heading to bistro side. Ofcourse, with them were their laptops, phones and gadgets. The cab ‘runs out of fuel’ on the way to Bistro and around Jammu Area/Kibera Station drive. The driver ‘calls for fuel’ and tells them. Ngojeni kiasi niletewe ngata. They get accosted by thugs armed with pangas, batons and a gun and get relieved of all their wares. That story ikaishia hapo.
GT and Team sprint leave their offices at Padmore Lane. Decide to walk to iHub since it is just 2 mins away, and this is a walk they take daily. Si late sana. It is just 8PM. Out of nowhere, 3 gunmen pop out from the blues with a motorcycle and 2 guns. Rob them outside Gate C of Bishop Magua. Laptops, phones, day’s work. All gone in a flash.
Kilosh leaves iHub at 10pm. He drives upwards on ngong road. Unbeknownst to him, 2 armed thugs are following him. In a car. He gets blocked off and robbed blind. Again. Laptop, phone.
Last week Thursday. After the Konza meetup. Mbwana is this time the unfortunate victim. Passport. Phone. Laptop. All gone. Where? Outside the motherfucking iHub.
Jamo decided to give a lift to a ka-mzungu mamma who wanted to walk the short distance between Gate C of iHub and the Cabs at Gate A. Little did he know he was saving her life and her machines. As they were leaving the iHub, the watchman took long to open the gate as he was ‘on phone’. As soon as he opened the gate, the Motocycle trio appeared. Jamo drove upto the cabbies at Gate A as the bikers slowly trailed them. The mamma left his car and entered the cab. The cab left. jamo let. The bikers, who had stopped just a few meters away, sped off.
What guts! What knowledge that ‘no one here is armed to resist us’, do these thugs have. What knowledge of the time who and who leaves, who has what type of device do they have.
Random? Think again.
It is a time-bomb waiting to explode. I fear for the day one will resist the thugs and get soaked in lead.
Maybe, then, Kilimani Police station will send patrols. Maybe, then, Bishop magua administration will put had-lights at the gate to light up the road. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?
I cringe. Ohh, I cringe!
God help us all!!
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