My ordeal in the hands of carjackers
Close shave. When Domitila Katila left home for work, she thought it would be another work day. How wrong she was …This is her story
I left my house some minutes to 10am and walked towards the SOS stage in Buruburu to pick a matatu to town. I stood at the bus stop for some time before a route 23 matatu arrived.
It is a vehicle I know very well. It is the kind that plays loud music. I decided against boarding a Compliant MOA bus which was behind because I thought it would take long to get to town.
What I did not know was that the person I would sit next to was a thug. He looked very decent. Nothing about him aroused suspicion.
It was only later on that I realised that I was in the company of six men, all thugs. One sat at the passenger