Home Trending TRENDING HORROR STORY: The Kenyan UBER DRIVER picks a DEPRESSED 'KDF' ARMY OFFICER who has been working in SOMALIA "Around Nairobi One Night at gun-point"
TRENDING HORROR STORY: The Kenyan UBER DRIVER picks a DEPRESSED 'KDF' ARMY OFFICER who has been working in SOMALIA "Around Nairobi One Night at gun-point"
I have decided I want to go to Donholm via Kangundo Road. That means you will travel to Ruiru and use the Eastern Bypass.
Me: (I am beginning to get my first rush of fear. This looks like trouble) Look, just pay me then request for another ride, OK?
Him: You didn’t hear me. (That metallic taste in his voice again) I need to get to Donholm. Now!
Me: (Putting my foot down) No.
Him: (Chuckles and runs his palm down his face. His smile no longer seems sad. Or lonely. Or painful. Now he looks like he’s having fun. Finally) Daniel?
Me: (Hoping he’ll say, “I was just kidding”) What!
Him: I am going to dip my hand inside my trenchcoat. Then when I pull it out, I will be holding a 1911 Colt .45 semi automatic sidearm. I will cork it, then I will slowly lift it to your head (points at my temple) right here and I will not even count to three. I will just shoot you dead. (He looks right into my eyes so severely I am downright scared now. And he seems so calm like he has done this a million times.) Do you want me to kill you right now Daniel? Because trust you me, I will kill you. Then I will drive myself to Donholm with your headless body bleeding in the seat I’m occupying right now. Because that’s what a Colt .45 will do to you. It Will Behead you.
I don’t even pause to ask myself if he really does have a gun. I start the car immediately and drive fast towards Ruiru because the last thing I want is for him to ask me to take him home to where my wife and children are. So I drive him out of Githurai as fast as possible.
Him: So, why did you ask whether I’m a soldier?
Me: I um… I um… I just saw your boots.
Him: Come on Daniel. I thought we’re friends. Friends don’t bullshit each other. If you answer me honestly, I’ll answer your question honestly.
Me: Well, if you must know, I asked if you’re a soldier because I wanted to know what I’d be dealing with if you posed a threat to my life. Guess now I know..
Him: Why do you think I’d pose a danger to your life?
Me: Because you had no destination. I thought you were a criminal. A fugitive.
Him: And what would my being a soldier have anything to do with my being a criminal?
Me: I would have asked if you’d seen any combat. Then maybe I could conclude that you’re probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Him: I’m Captain Charles Gachora. And yes I have seen combat in Somalia. Do I have PTSD? I have no idea. Maybe. Maybe not. Ask me that question that you really want to ask
Me: What question?
Him: Don’t think I am an idiot. Ask!
Me: Will you kill me?
Him: No. I’m done killing civilians. But am I done killing? I don’t know Daniel. Am I?
I cast him a defiant look and maybe that’s what prompts him to dip his hand inside his jacket and pull out a pistol. And this is the point where I realize that I am very scared.
Him: Just in case you’re wondering, yes I have a gun. You’re driving too fast. Slow down.
(I am driving at 110km/h. I slow down. I have just left Kahawa Sukari and now I’m driving up the Kenyatta University hill and driving at 100km/h, I should be in Ruiru in a minute or two.
My feet and hands are trembling and I’m feeling cold all of a sudden.)
Him: You didn’t answer my question.
Me: Which one?
Him: Have you ever cheated on your wife?
Him: Do you love her?
Him: When was the last time you had sex with her?
Me: What? Why?
Him: (Frustrated) OK Daniel, here are the rules. If you don’t answer my questions, or if you answer with an attitude or if I realize you’re lying to me, I won’t even warn you. I’ll just shoot you in the head, throw your body out of the moving car and drive on like you never existed. And do you know how they’ll report your death on the morning news? (Imitates a newscaster) “The decapitated body of an unidentified male was found dumped along Thika Superhighway last night. The body which is unrecognizable because of being ran over by motorists, was taken to Kenyatta University Funeral Home. The police suspect that he was trying to cross the busy highway when he was struck down by a speeding vehicle. The areas OCPD Mr. Reginald Omwamo has requested pedestrians to be extra careful while on the road. We’ll take a short break and return with the sports news shortly.”
Me: It’s been a few months.
Him: How old are you?
Me: I will be forty in an hour.
Him: Aww! Daniel!! Happy Birthday!
Me: (Mirthless) Thank you. You’re far too kind.
Him: (Smiling) Look at you! Even with a distinct threat against your life you still have a sense of sarcasm. Good for you.
Me: Please. I have kids. I have two young kids who rely on me.
Him: Oh, really? (Meekly) I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that a man of your age had kids. Oh my bad. Please turn the car around and drive home to your kids. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience Daniel. (Grabs his chest) I have broken my own heart. How dare I carjack a father?! I must be a terrible terrible person.
I realized he was being sarcastic five minutes ago so I keep driving. I’m now speeding down towards Outering Road along which Donholm lies.
Him: How long have you been married?
Me: Twelve years.
Him: And in all that time, you have never had sex with a woman who wasn’t your wife?....CONTINUE READING>>>
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