I Picked Up a Woman at Nithi Bridge, But By the Time We Reached Chuka, the Passenger Seat Was Empty

 

The Nithi Bridge is one of Kenya’s most feared blackspots. People call it The Mouth of Death. Its twisted guardrails, lined with rust and dents, bear silent witness to decades of accidents. But some locals insist it’s not just reckless driving or bad weather… there’s something else lurking there.

I never believed such tales until the night I met her.

 

It was a cold Sunday night. I was driving back from Meru to Nairobi after visiting my sister. The road was quiet except for the hum of my engine and the occasional screech of insects hitting my windscreen.

As I approached Nithi Bridge, my headlights picked out a lone woman standing by the railing. She wore a long brown skirt, a white blouse, and was barefoot. Her hair was damp and clung to her face as if she had just stepped out of a river.

She waved desperately. I slowed down.
“Please… just take me to Chuka,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I hesitated but something about her pleading eyes made me unlock the passenger door. She slid in without saying another word.

 

For the next 10 minutes, she stared straight ahead, silent, her hands folded tightly in her lap. I noticed her clothes were dripping wet, yet the tarmac was bone dry.

Finally, the lights of Chuka came into view. I turned to tell her we had arrived. to read more click here