Sadly, Wahu Starlet’s death is still not going to be either a lesson or an eye-opener to our young girls, especially those who live in Kanairo.
Normally, we expect many of them to be frightened. Oh, oh mara do not accept to go to a man’s house or to meet any man you do not know. But let me tell you, Maina, the lifestyle some of these girls live in Nairobi. I highly doubt if they can let that go away at any cost. Well, even if Wahu’s death scares them a bit and they want to change tactics for maintaining their lifestyle, there’s still no remedy to escaping a similar scenario that Wahu Starlet passed through. I don’t mean it’s obvious that some or all of them are going to face it but one thing I know is the greedier you are, the closer you get to your creator, if you know what I mean.
Take, for example, Wahu’s alleged killer, John Matara had a motive to rob Wahu if not kill her. He massively spent on her before their first meeting, and she innocently thought that this was some loaded guy whom she could easily swing with on a one-night hookup and “repay” the gifts he had been spoiling her with in this manner. But with the various testimonies of other ladies that had been under Matara’s wrath, we all know his motive was one: to spend a dime to make double by robbing the ladies at knifepoint in the Airbnb or wherever enclosed area he preferred. I guess we are all on the same page here. Hold your breath a bit and sip some water. It’s about to get nastier.
Now take this second example. Assume you are a lady who thinks she is smart enough to think you will be more careful following what has recently happened to Wahu. you swear to yourself that you will not agree to meet any random man on Airbnb or in a man’s house. One thing I know about “men with money” is that they can go to extremes to get what they want from you. Just like Matara, these loaded men don’t need your “pochi la biashara” thaaat much. Because of that, they can get it from anywhere at the price of a quarter bottle of Chrome Gin. So, in this case, take a ‘loaded man’ who is an organ trafficker. kwa mfano, you do not know what he does for a living, but you two hook up together. He knows that vulnerability is the unique selling point of women. And you as a woman, are going to be careful not to meet him indoors. He plays his cards well. He tells you he will send you some cash to book a club of your choice for him because it’s his birthday and he needs to celebrate it with you. Of course, it’s a fake birthday. You have been chatting with him all the while, so there’s some level of trust and no cause for alarm. He then tells you to come over with some of your female friends to that club which you chose, paid for, and booked. Well at this point as a lady something tells you that you feel secure and no threat looms since you are convinced that you chose a venue for the party that you trust and believe nothing can go wrong, right? Aya twendelee.
The D-Day of the party arrives, and he calls you to give him directions to the club you chose yourself and booked with his own money. He tells you he is coming over with some of his male friends, and you assure him his friends won’t get bored as they will enjoy the company of your female friends, whom he told you to come with. When he and his “right-hand” men arrive, the party begins. A few chitchats, some dances, some shouting, some shots, and more and more until it gets to that point where Reddington tells Dembe, “Dembe, get the jet ready; we have some business to catch up.”. This is where, through coordinated signals from him and his men, they spike your drink and remember since you all were taking shots, you are now tipsy, but now a different kind of drunk with the effect of the spiking drug, which depending on the type used, some make you forget everything and kind of loose your memory. At this point, he tells your female friends that you and he need to go out or to the car to have some “personal time,” and since they know you are the one rolling with the main man, they quickly understand and agree. The other men remain with your female friends and party till late. No eyebrows are raised because your friends know you guys are having a good time, so they will just continue with the others.
Around 2 AM, the guy’s men tell your friends that they have had enough and will need to head over to their homes to catch some sleep as they have some business to take care of the next day. As usual, your friends won’t opt to go with them as they have just met that same day for the first time, so they will just be allowed to be dropped off at their places, or an obvious way is for them to pay for a taxi for your friends to get back to their homes safely. The men tell your friends that you and “mkubwa” the main man, have gone to have a good time and will catch up with you guys tomorrow or later.
The party is over; your friends get to their homes. Now back to you. Remember, your drink was spiked, and the type of tipsyness you had was kind of unique, as described earlier.
The next day, or two or three days later, your lifeless and badly mutilated body is found dumped in a random river somewhere in one of the major towns. All essential organs harvested. The guy, as I quoted, is an organ trafficker. He knew whatever he was after was much more than that 50k or 100k he sent you to book the club. If you do the math, you know how much some of those organs cost, as per some random information you can find on the internet.
So, who shall have lost? It’s YOU, but probably you won’t know because your friends and family will be organizing your funeral and dead people do not regret losses neither do they tell tales.
As I conclude, I want to warn all the girl children out there who are hungry to live a lifestyle they didn’t work hard for. This is a fictional way I am using to tell you to stay alert. Stick to that broke boyfriend. Go to work and earn your own damn money. Borrow your parents’ money instead and if neither of these works for you to sponsor your heavy lifestyle then be ready to suffer the consequences of reaping from where you didn’t sow.
Na mnapo kumbuka katika Riwaya ya Utengano, “Kazija anachukia mwanamme na nafsi yake yote lakini anajipodoa kumfurahisha!”
It’s usually painful at the end.
May Wahu Starlet’s soul rest in peace!
