He Almost Killed Me”: KU Student Exposes Deadly Mubaba Encounter

 

My name is Sharon. I went to Kenyatta University. I thought I knew what danger looked like, late-night walks, bad men on the matatu stage, but nothing prepared me for the night I realised my mubaba wanted to offer me to a cult.

He was a man from Karen, older, married of course, well dressed, and when he first appeared he made me feel special. He rented me a one-bedroom in Roysambu along Thika Road, filled it with furniture, paid my fees and took me to places like Village Market and ArtCaffé among others. My friends envied me. I felt safe, adored and for a while I believed I had escaped the struggling student life.

Slowly the mask slipped. He wanted my phone, my passwords, where I sat in lectures, whom I met after class. If I missed a call, he’d appear outside my door. Then the sickness began, rashes, nights of paralysing fatigue. Hospital tests said nothing was wrong. I lost weight to a point people started whispers about me having HIV. I stopped going to tutorials because I was too weak to climb the stairs at KU.

One night I woke to soft chanting. The door was not locked properly because he prided himself on “trust.” I crept to the living room and peered through the crack. There he was with three other men I had never seen before, candles, odd herbs, a small carved bowl and a paper with my name circled. They spoke in a language I didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear when he smiled and said in Kiswahili, to read more click here