Caught Out…Almost

These events took place exactly one month ago. It’s 9:30PM Saturday night. We have had dinner and the girls are already tucked in bed after brushing their teeth. I want to grab a shower and slip into my soothing pair of blue  cotton  pyjamas. Then we can catch a movie or something. My husband being the more adventurous one ,has other ideas…

“Let’s go out”, he suggests as I step out of the shower.

I am thinking that there is NO WAY we can go out because we have no house-help and going out would mean locking our sleeping children inside the house and leaving them alone.

“We are just going to the sports club,” he says, reading my mind and referring to the club in our estate a stone’s throw (literally!) from our house.


I dress up. As in really dress up. A sexy little number, heels and all. I throw on a jacket. It’s a typically cold Limuru night. Locking the door behind us, we get into Sporty.

Meet Sporty! - the newest member of our family.

We drive slowly enjoying the music. Hot 96. Volume up. Life is good. We get to the sports club. No sign of life there. It’s locked! How now?? It’s a weekend for Chrissake!


“Let’s go to Kentmere.”

Kentmere is this members only club that’s a little less than 10 KM from Limuru along the 116 route. We did our wedding at Kentmere – magical place.

“Are you sure?” I must have asked

If you live in this part of Central Kenya, you must have heard that Route 116 to Limuru is not recommended at all after dark.  It is considered dangerous. As a result of this, or otherwise, there are very few cars on this particular road at night.

“Just a few minutes, we’ll be back”, he assures.

We head to Kentmere. Very little traffic.

In no time, we are at Kentmere. Warmly ushered in, we head to a small lounge and take a place near the fire place.

We settle in and order a drink.

As we sip our drink we talk and reminisce and try to relax. I say try because we have left the kids in the house…alone! OK they are asleep but once in a while either of them wakes up with a bad dream or something and decides they would feel safer if they slept in mommy & daddy’s bed.

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Route 116

Three quarters of an hour later we are headed back home.  Hardly any traffic. I can feel the fear creeping in into my mind. I try to replace that with a silent prayer – a prayer for our safety. Hubby senses my fear and he puts his hand on my knee and assures me that we’ll be fine.

Soon we are cruising towards Limuru.

Then we see them. Some deserted place beside the road, we notice some suspicious – looking guys. They are waving at us to stop. The knot in my stomach gets tighter. I am on the edge of my seat. I am not the one driving but I press the imaginary gas pedal beneath my right foot even harder. Of course we don’t stop. We would be out of our mind to.

We are moving really fast.

Then it happens. Not very far from where the could-be-robbers/murderers/carjackers had tried to stop us we hit what seemed like this really huge pothole and there is a loud burst. WE ARE NOT HAVING A PUNCTURE. I die. No I don’t actually but you get what I mean.


Sporty is trying. She really is. But proceeding like this is hurting her. We are approx. 2 KM from Limuru and we are approaching a hill. We come to what seems like a homestead entrance to our left. We turn left and drive that way. It turns out to be another smaller road paved with bushes both ways. We come to a halt. It’s drizzling lightly.

This is not happening! We are out in the night with two sleeping girls at home. We are on a deserted road and we are having puncture. And guess what, we left our phones at home!

“Relax.” Hubby is saying.

“Listen, I am going to come out and change the wheel. You will stay in the car. Lock all doors. If I hear anyone, I will run this way and look for help” he says pointing to the homestead nearby.

We are in agreement.

He walks out and assesses the damage. To our shock and horror it is not one tyre that burst, but two. Our goose is cooked.

What to do? Think!

Plan B. Let’s try to get help from this homestead. Leaving me in the car, hubby walks into the open gate to a lifeless home. There is no sign of life here at all.  Not even a knock on the door seemed to wake anyone up. Lord have mercy!

Back in the car we hold hands and say a Prayer. It is now 11:30PM and it is raining heavily.


Wait! there is a light at the far end of the road. There is a vehicle coming towards us. Someone remind me that verse that says that God, never goes to sleep. Hubby walks out into the rain and flags it down. Luckily, it stops. It’s an old Toyota Pick-up. Understandably, the driver is very suspicious of us. We would be suspicious of him too, but the way things are, we simply can’t afford that luxury!


Hubbs is trying to convince him that we are not thugs. 🙂 He is explaining that we are two peace loving Kenyans who had just gone out for a drink dinner. To add an emotional twist to the story, he tells him that we have even left our kids in the house. He is gesturing towards our car and telling him. “Hata tuko na wife hapa.”, to which the guy sarcastically asks “bibi YAKO?”

Now, here is the thing : looking at my husband and I, you would be forgiven to think that we

Mr & Mrs Mwiti

are probably two kids still in or just out of college. We get amused and feel flattered when people at first think that our girls 6 and 4, are our siblings or at best…our nieces. Anyway, my husband’s excellent persuasion skills are at play here and the guy believes us…almost. Hubbs explains that we have two tyre bursts and asks if he could lend us his spare tyre. If we can replace the two offending tyres then, we’ll be on our way soon.

He agrees to help us. He turns off the engine of his car and comes out.

Hubby is rummaging frantically through Sporty’s boot. Jerk? check. Wheel spanner. Wheel spanner? Where is the wheel spanner?! Tell you what, there is no wheel spanner in this car.

When it rains, it pours.

“Kijana, umenunua gari na hujui gari yako?” Mr. Good Samaritan is even more suspicious. He is not convinced that we have not actually stolen this car. He doesn’t have one himself – a wheel spanner that is. After some deliberations, he agrees to drop us at Limuru from where we can sort ourselves out. We leave Sporty there, alone in the dark.

It’s now past midnight.

Police Case

We are approaching Tigoni Police station and he is suggesting that we report what has happened to the police, for them to tow our car. That is what he is saying. What we are hearing is that he is threatening to take us to the police station…for suspected carjacking. And we are not about to let that happen. Did I mention my husband is a good negotiator? Yes, he manages to convince Mr. Good Samaritan not to make a left turn to Tigoni Police Station.

Home Sweet Home

We reach Limuru town in a few. God you are awesome!

Good Samaritan is in a hurry to drop us in Limuru town, but hubby convinces him to drop us at our house. “Na msiende kuteta!” he says, as we alight. Finally, he is convinced that we are husband and wife. Hehe.

Hubby picks his phone and an umbrella and Good Samaritan drops him at Limuru town. Later he told me that he begged him to take some money but he refused. To cut the long story short, hubby got help from a friend and at 2:20AM he drove Sporty through our drive way.

Safely home

The next morning we got a chance to really look at the damage done. There was a bent nail lodged in one of the tyres. (Didn’t I tell you those people beside the road were up to no good? ) As for our wheel spanner, it had actually been stolen. It was unfortunate that we hadn’t realized.

Travel safe this Easter!

41 comments for “Caught Out…Almost

  1. April 18, 2011 at 7:22 pm

    First, nice to know that you got home safe after all that ordeal! Secondly, what a welcome for sporty!! Finally, how many times do we see people by the roadside signalling for help and we just drive by, because we dont know who they really are?

    • April 18, 2011 at 7:51 pm

      Thanks! I heard an amazing story on radio another day about a lady who stopped to help a stranded guy change his tyre. What is that, courage? Trust? It is GOD.

  2. Wembe Wa Mugumo Tree
    April 18, 2011 at 8:09 pm

    Thank God for miracles both great and small, and indeed it is good that both you and your lawfully wedded husband reached home safe youthful looks still intact 🙂
    Two things stand out to me from your story-the first is insecurity and the second is the angel in disguise who came to your rescue driving an old Toyota pick-up.
    It is worth being reminded again that we still have genuine and sincere Kenyans out there who can come to the aid and rescue of strangers in their time of difficulty and need, and often these good Samaritans do so at great risk to their own personal safety and wellbeing, they also are only too aware of the insecure environment many Kenyans have become used to living and working in day in and day out
    Sadly there are many unfortunate Kenyans who have been carjacked and even lost their lives on these same roads we travel on during the day without as much as a second thought or care for our lives. Its for their sake that I hope action will be taken so that safety no longer remains a choice between movement at night or staying in for our safety.Its not the kind of environment we would like to raise families and lose our youthful looks growing old in 🙂

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:21 am

      “It’s not the kind of environment we would like to raise families and lose our youthful looks growing old in.” lol

  3. April 18, 2011 at 8:26 pm

    I know that area pretty and I must say you guys had guts to go out at that hour!!!!
    I’m glad you’re ok. That must have been some Scary ish!

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:24 am

      Thanks! T.e.r.r.i.f.i.e.d is the word.

  4. cynthia
    April 18, 2011 at 9:05 pm

    I’ve been holding my breath all threw. Phew! You guys got home safe and the babies were safe. Am so happy that you were the two of you to go through the ordeal together. God loves you.

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:29 am

      God sent an Angel that night…
      Thanks! God loves you too 🙂

  5. April 19, 2011 at 9:05 am

    Am tickled silly…..ati tuko hapa na wife….bibi yako? Yaani, that is so unusual? I can just imagine the look on his face as he said that!  Sporty…..real nice.

  6. Carol
    April 19, 2011 at 9:17 am

    Poleni and glad it turned out ok and you were very brave to be left in the car as hubby goes to look for help. No way i would have agreed to that “sweetie where you go i go” lock the doors? yeah right!!
    Didn’t know that area wasn’t that safe. Damn some experience that was

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:07 am

      Hehehe “Where you go..I will go”

  7. Anonymous
    April 19, 2011 at 11:11 am

    Loving your  blog already. This is my 3rd visit here and i must im not disappointed at all. You tell the story so well, for a moment i could actually feel myself out in the dark, scared stiff. Thank God everything turned out well and you and your hubby are still having your excapades, show a marriage that is working well. Kudos.

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:06 am

      Marriage works. If you marry someone you are friends with, you will have fun.

  8. Anonymous
    April 19, 2011 at 12:31 pm

    Thank God u got home safe,i cant imagine such a thing happening to me &the way most of the tyms i drive how were your daughters?did they realize u were away?

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:04 am

      The girls didn’t even realize that we were away. Children this age sleep blissfully..

  9. April 19, 2011 at 3:31 pm

    Wow…this is quite a story! And very well written too. I do not know you guys, but am very happy that you guys reached back home safely 🙂

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:19 am

      Many thanks, Joshi 🙂

  10. April 20, 2011 at 2:22 am

    Finally I can comment from my phone great :-). I also hope I will get a ride in sporty, so you don’t just have all the fun to yourselves. Anyway lets just say grace is always with us, some call it sixth sense, whichever name you give it, I just know God is always there to guide us if we let him, there are too many mazes in life we can’t quite describe how we get out of…

    • April 20, 2011 at 8:36 am

      It is the GRACE of God as you said. Nothing but Grace..
      Hehe. Sporty would be happy to give you a ride 🙂

  11. Iquira kenya
    April 20, 2011 at 7:41 am

    That must have been scary!!!When I visit that place at night the only time I exhale is when I finally see the high-way! So glad you were okay!
    I take it you are not going out for drinks any time soon?

  12. Sunshine
    April 20, 2011 at 9:47 am

    Thank God you guys made it home safe. And thank God the babies were fine(I was fearing for them more than for you). Beautiful couple I must add. This was a good read and very scary.

  13. April 20, 2011 at 12:21 pm

    Nice read. Keep it up. Glad that you, hubby and girls are fine. True, God never slumbers!

  14. April 21, 2011 at 5:14 pm

    The two of you are daring! thank God you got home unharmed.

    • April 26, 2011 at 8:22 am

      @Sunshine Thank you. I was relieved for them too, when we got home… @Phases @Marmarly Gracias 🙂

  15. Anonymous
    April 22, 2011 at 10:56 pm

    Mrs. M I’ve enjoyed reading your posts since around December but this is one I felt I needed to comment on. Thankfully you got home safely. I so totally feel this story and like the spontainety and guts that you and the Mr have. I have 2 kids; 6 and 4 and we also dont have live-in help so this kind of idea of sneaking out after the kids are in bed has crossed my mind more often than I care to remember. Just never had the guts to pull it off. And guess what, we are currently looking to move to the Tigoni area (inspite of the above scary account). I love the place and I can clearly picture what you were describing since I frequent the area a lot.
    Your writing is witty and refreshing; keep at it and even when the comments aren’t that many (very relative) know that there are plenty of us soaking in every word you write! Great blog.

    • April 23, 2011 at 5:02 pm

      Anon, your comments have blessed my day. I am grateful 🙂

  16. April 26, 2011 at 3:47 pm

    Eh! Muache io mchezo! U guys got lucky considering the several possible ways things could have gone wrong. That’s a nice car. You have been blessed. Sambaza blessings to upcoming couples.

    • May 3, 2011 at 3:36 pm

      @Edwinabuga Thanks! Nakuhakikishia, hiyo tuliacha. That was CLOSE.

  17. April 28, 2011 at 9:18 am

    Poleni sana Mr & Mrs. I’ve heard about that area but never been there. I’m assuming by now you have a full on car accessory warfare going on at the boot? Jumpers? Torch? Flood light? Tow Rope? Can she take 4 spare tyres? Those too. Hehe.
    Woi si wananipatia captcha ngumu ngumu leo!

    • May 3, 2011 at 3:38 pm


      Ps : Pole abt the capcha. 🙁

  18. April 28, 2011 at 9:38 pm

    Glad that you arrived back home safe after all the fun/drama but I’m cringing about you leaving the girls alone at home. I just don’t think its safe, they are still young and you never know when disaster strikes. Woi my heart is beating fast! I am not trying to steal your thunder, just concerned….blessings Mrs Mwiti and Congratulations, you got a cool ride!

    • May 3, 2011 at 1:20 pm

      Took a lot of guts to do that. Those girls are my (our) LIFE. But you can be sure that, that ain’t happening again, until they are EIGHTEEN. 🙂

  19. Sue
    April 29, 2011 at 6:01 am

    Lots of suspense in your story! I like the Tigoni area, beautiful. It’s a pity that you and so many others have to be feel scared when they go out in the evening.
    That was indeed a gutsy move! But please never leave your kids alone in the house again. Not at that age. I’m not a parent but I think it’s too risky plus as you mentioned you were nervous the whole time you were out. That can’t be fun. If you have no one to watch them, why not put them to bed, you and hubs can put on a DVD and pop a bottle of wine.

    • May 3, 2011 at 3:44 pm

      Where we live (company house) is sooo secure, we forget to lock our houses at night. (Hehe. Seriously) .
      However, out there sides of Tigoni it’s dangerous…

      As you reason, leaving the kiddos alone again is not a plot. Anything can happen, even a fire can start..

  20. April 30, 2011 at 11:30 am

    I don’t want to think what was going on through your mind then! Went to Limuru Girls and even then, that road was scary! Drove there last week, passed by Kentmere and thought about your story. Shivered! Glad you and hubby got home okay.

    • May 3, 2011 at 3:53 pm

      When you are out there in the dark, your life flashes before you……and you doubt whether you will see the light of day again.
      You imagine yourself in some ugly headline..

      God saved us that night.

  21. May 5, 2011 at 11:13 am

    A fire can start yes. Or you could find one of the girls woke up in the night and cried her heart out calling/looking for you.

  22. May 11, 2011 at 5:02 pm

    Just seeing this now but am really glad you are ok.
    What disturbs me is the irony of it all. On the one hand you refuse to slow down quite rightly because you can’t trust the people on the road. On the other hand someone risks to give you a lift in the same area code. How do you know who is who? Whom to trust? It could have been a harmful person slowing down for you. God keep us all safe, Amen

  23. Georgina Muchoki
    December 9, 2011 at 1:59 pm

    Jesus. The story is so catchy at the beginning and one wants to finish it up only to be caught up with the least expected experience.. I love they way you people do your stuff. God’s mercy was on you.With kids alone and now the hallowing experience.Ha ha ha. I am a single mom ad i tell you what i try to go out even when i am sure the house help is around but i can hardly concentrate even for an Hr. I end up going home earlier than i thought. Kid should be taken care of.
    All the same blessings that you got home well.

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