I woke up to the nauseating sight of a man I didn’t even know on top of me,” reads a statement recorded in Kiswahili by a woman in the Occurrence Book of Kasarani Police Station. “Shocked at what was happening, I begged him to put on a condom but he completely ignored me. After he was done, his colleague took over.” Records at the police station indicate that the woman, in her mid 20s, woke up to this horror at about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. The day was breaking, the early risers getting ready for yet another new day. But she was at the worst and darkest point of her life. How did she get here? Whose house was this? Where was it located? And who, in God’s good name, were these men who had spent the night raping her in her drunken stupor? All she could remember was that, on the evening before this dark and ghoulish morning, she had walked into Tribeka, a popular night club at the city centre, to have a drink or two before heading home. She was alone, she says, and she hoped to have a couple of beers, dance a little and catch a bus home. As she settled down, the DJ pumping out disco beats at bone-conduction level, a short, dark and stocky man asked to join her. Be my guest, she told him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake of her life. The man introduced himself as a captain (she can’t remember what he captained), told her he worked at the United Nations office in Gigiri and ordered for drinks. From then on, the night was his. She just sat there, sipping her drinks and listening to the exploits of Mr Captain, and that’s all she remembers about the evening. The next thing, she was on that bed, with a man on top of her. She was too weak and disoriented to do anything, and after trying to reason with the men in vain, she passed out again. She does not know whether she was drugged again or whether it was the shock of what was going on that blacked her out, but she says the next time she came to, she was out on the alleyways of Kasarani. She reported her case at the Kasarani Police Station, where police officers told us they were still investigating her case. At Tribeka, where her ordeal begun, the manager started by telling us he was new at the helm of the joint, then proceeded to say he was not aware of any drugging complaint filed against the club, probably because the woman had not reported her ordeal to the establishment in the first place. Astounding results But this woman’s case is not an isolated event, and Tribeka is not the only night club that has become a hunting ground for druggists. We asked the police at Kasarani to allow us to peruse through their files for any such incidents reported to them over the past few weeks. The results were astounding. On Sunday, June 16 this year, Douglas Wanjohi and John Njogu filed a complaint with the police. In it, they said that, on the previous evening, they had gone to Car Wash Pub in Kasarani for a night of merry making. As the evening got warmer and livelier, they were joined by two reasonably beautiful, decently dressed and intelligent-sounding women. They laughed, danced, drunk and had their fun into the deep hours of the night, when one of the men suggested they all leave and go to his house for more fun. On arrival, they had more drinks before their sleep-weary eyes gave in. But not everyone fell asleep. While the men collapsed in a heap, the women, it later turned out, had other ideas about them. In between the groaning and foaming, the women were bust packing anything they deemed valuable and carting it out of the house. It was only after neighbours raised the alarm that the two men woke up, looked around and realised they had been robbed.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 10:01:14 +0000
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