Jesus took three lethal jabs for me

in Testimonies By Gracehill Northlands on 14 Jan 2023

At Tsavo homes gate, near Lumumba drive in Kasarani, the guys got into my car, and there the journey started. It was at around 11pm on 6, October 2022.

Now we got to the point where they wanted to get in charge, at a deserted road, away from human presence, so if there would be commotion no one would be alarmed.

He took my phone, since when driving we are not used to have phones in our pockets. In fact, we have efficient car chargers which we use to charge the phones on the go. They all told me that this day I will tell them all about myself. The guys behind quickly grabbed me, one of the unbuckled my seatbelt. The shoved me through the space between the co-driver’s seat and the driver’s seat. Right behind, my place had to be the floor. Imagine that the leg room is not so large in a saloon or small wagon cars, but in that terrible moment, I fit in that space. I am medium built, and 1.67m tall.

The guys pulled my hands and tied them tightly behind. In the meantime, they were inquiring about my accounts, and the M-pesa balances. My answers satisfied them, since they would prove from my messages’ transactions. Getting satisfied with my answers, knowing that I did not have much money in the accounts, their attention shifted to the car. They asked if it had a tracker fitted on it, of which I told them there wasn’t any. They then demanded that I show them the cut-out, which I did.

At this point, they said “we see you love your children; we will not kill you.” However, I had one of them prepare a syringe and a needle, and of course the vicious chemical sedatives. I then knew that if it worked on me, it would take me much longer to get home after they had thrown me out of the car. Furthermore, I wasn’t sure they would abandon me in a place free of wild animals. I prayed that God would cancel the effect it’s in my body. Now I took the first injection. The guys kept engaging me somehow, even though they had taped my mouth through the head round. In my naivety, I responded. They then added me another one. The second time the found a clever way of finding out if the chemical had knocked me off.

“Can I add him the third one?” The thug in charge of the injections asked the rest of his accomplices?

Then I realized that I was supposed to be half dead by that time. The good thig is that God had answered my prayer. However, the bad thing is that the crooks would add me more jabs, or if the ran out of then chemicals, they would turn physical, and this would turn nasty. I then got divine wisdom. To pretend to have been knocked out 100%. True to my instinct and insight, the wanted to make sure I was gone. After the third Jab, the criminal shook me hard to get a slightest indication that the chemicals had no effect. My pretense, won. He let go off me. I knew everything that was probably going on. Since the petrol was low, they drove through a petrol station. They used the one thousand shillings that they found on my wallet, ordered for more and continued to drive. I kept pretending to have been fully sedated.

After some two hours, as I so realized later, the car came to a stop. They quickly flung the doors open, and they carried me out of the car and placed me on a thicket adjacent to the road. They abandoned me there, and drove off. I lay still, in my estimation, they had gone a little while, I lifted my head to look. I saw that the head lamps beam turned round. I quickly threw back my head to the ground. They then drove by and disappeared into the darkness. And of course, that is when I saw my car the last time to date.

I then struggled off the ground with my hands stilled tied behind me. I looked around, and saw that I was in a place with dispersed homesteads. I knew it will be difficult to find help at such a time of the night. I then started to walk looking for a place I would get help. Most of them had fences and gates. I would turn round and knock the gates with the edges of my nails, since my hands had been tied in way I would not even knock properly. I used my forehead to ring the bell for those that head bells.

At one homestead I insisted, and I got a very hash response from the residents. It was at this point that I realized I was in Malaa area, have been cornered at Kasarani Mwiki. Malaa is on Kangundo road. Still, I knew that it was way past 1am. I tried to explain myself, but the occupants could not take it. I decided to understand their fear. I then thought I should look for gatekeepers, or watchmen. I walked and made rounds for some time and knew that I would hardly get any. The area is still remote and people here are not yet privy with watchmen ad gatekeeper’s thing.

I continued with the rounds until I saw a homestead where lights went on momentarily. “Someone must be wake there.” I thought to myself. I tried to figure out the way to the homestead. It was semi fenced. The lights that came on briefly were actually the automatic ones, which are fitted with obstacle senser. His dogs were the ones making them come on as they passed near the senser, as I would know later. There was some life fence but not all round. As I was moving there, I was slightly pricked by thorns. The robbers had removed my shoes and even my belt. I thought the car and all that was in it would be enough for them. I think they were too hungry for anything or otherwise, they were handmen for a much more powerful syndicate.

I walked carefully to locate the entrance to the compound. I succeeded. The compound did not have a gate. The owners seemed to be open hearted people. As I moved closer, I was suddenly stopped by dogs backing seriously. Having interacted with dogs before, I knew that the only thig to do is to stand still. Most dogs are not courageous to move to you if you stand. I know some of you remember “Don’t run Murife” If the version of the story you have is same with mine, Murife was escaping from furious young puppies. Someone then cautioned him not to run. Don’t run if you walk into an ambush of dogs. A majority of them will stand a few feet from you as you figure out your next move.

I stood still, having previously pushed up the tape on my lips, I called for help. I was a few meters from the house. Right opposite me was a widow, which I saw being opened. The gentleman from the house then asked, really gently, what kind of help I needed. I gave him the snap short of my story and asked him to direct me to nearest police station. As he started to give directions, I cut him short, and asked that he cut off the ropes in my hand since my hands were in great pain. He declined. I then told him to trust me. I even turned so he could ascertain that surely my hands were not maliciously behind me. I suggested that I would move close to the window, I turn then he uses a knife to cut off the ropes. He accepted. I moved to the window then I turned as he asked one I presumed was his wife, to give him the knife. He cut off the ropes. I also requested to him to cut off the tape around my head through the mouth. He cut it off. I was relived of the pain of ropes, but now the back of my hands, the area below the wrists had gotten completely numb. They stayed numb several days after.

Now I listened to the directions to the police station. He also saw that I did not have shoes, so he instructed the same lady to give me slipper. I got the directions clearly, and walked to the place where I reported and had the first OB recorded. At this point I requested them to help me get in touched with my wife, whom I divulged the information about my whereabout, and what had befallen me. she sent me cash through them.

After considering among themselves, the police at this police station decided that I report the case at Kasarani, near where the incidence had started. At around 5am they escorted me to the bus stop, where I got one that got me out of Malaa towards Kasarani. I made some connections, of two more vehicles to get to Kasarani.

At Kasarani another OB was recorded, and my next concern was to get to hospital to ensure that I was safe from any harm. Here at Kasarani, two of my brothers joined me, helped me to get to hospital, where my wife and few other friends joined us.

By Elder Philemon Wandera