Man Narrates How He Almost Died After Being Drugged with ‘Mchele’ in Narok

This is a raw story of Milan, a guy who almost died after being drugged.

He’s his story…

“Hello and thank you for coming.. Based on a true story,I’m experiencing June 28th to July 6th for the first time in two years. As confusing as that may sound, I’m confident that by the end of my tragic story you’ll understand..

Friday June 29th began as one tiresome morning after a whole night long travel from the heart of Maasai Mara through the rough terrains of the vast portions of Africa’s Savanna proximity. I was running family logistics business at the time. I was exhausted but there was still work to be done. I called my grandmother to tell her I’ll be visiting her next day that was Saturday. She promised My favorite Sour milk (Mursik).

That aside, Monies had to be collected that day and a whole lot of calculations involved. The Vehicle had few mechanicals that needed to be fixed just in time for the next trip that following Sunday. Busy day it was there came 5pm moments after i had taken late lunch that it started raining yet I needed to send The money I had to mum as was protocol and Mpesa was few kilometers away. I was worn out and craving for a rest, i retreated to my crib for cover. As the rain casually disappeared, i began feeling an unusual headache that came with strange weakness all over me. “aagh I’m tired” I told myself, a nap would do.

I tried playing phone games but my eyes were not in for it. It wasn’t dark yet, i feel into a deep sleep Lord knows how long as the last thing was my status update about the headache. After a while, I Suddenly bumped out of sleep, met with total darkness and confused, i reach out for my phone my bad it was low on charge, put it back on socket. I really needed to know the time, grabbed my kabambe and first click power on it was shamelessly displaying midnight January of 1990,to hell with it i wasn’t even born.. A little disappointed, I tried rolling my eyes should I see anything in the dark.

I couldn’t lift my arms, I felt some pain in most of my joints. I tried forcing some sleep back and it didn’t disappoint. It wasn’t long then i heard a knock on the door. The man on the other side in a rather confident Convincing Kalenjin Tone called out. Now I don’t usually answer knocks at nighttime but what he said was worth getting out of my room quick enough. “Leshan, the lorry has been hit in the parking, police are waiting for you.. ” shocked a little, i grabbed my phone on first look was countless missed calls from Dad and mum my mind automatically Articulated the reason for the calls. I grabbed my kabambe, out on slippers and reached for the door.

ladies and gentlemen this is where my story ends what I’m about to share next are the events that unfolded that which I gather from people. Just to put you into context, Doctors Theorize that I was sprayed some chemicals probably with anesthetic components. I passed out. For me it looks like one of those dreams i was about to dream and lost it through the start and went back to sleep. I’m sure you can relate those kinds of dreams .After unfruitful efforts to reach me on phone, someone was sent to check on me. First sight the door was open, what drew his attention is the phone in charge as I never leave my phone an inch away from me and he knew it. With the violent history of this place, he started smelling the stench of the fears of many.

MILAN IS MISSING,in custody of bad guys i don’t know how many but what i do know is they must have been 4, 5 or more because the violent fierce and warrior nature in me wouldn’t go down easy for 3 guy or less. There surely could have been casualties. Saturday midday, At the peak of the market hour in this town, Word was out, relatives poured in, friends, neighbors villagers with shoes and bare, left no stone unturned throughout the day and night in search and pursuit of me . Mum was already on the next ride from nakuru to the dreaded Narok-Bomet border. As of Sunday the next morning, police had been briefed, theories began to emerge.

Theories that Maybe Milan took the cash and is 160 miles away to see his girlfriend, that Maybe Milan is drunk and in a ditch somewhere, maybe Milan this Milan that.. Countless of them, but they were just out of desperation or how else could a person disappear like that!?..

The search for intensified, posters everywhere and every lead meant home. One hopeless Wednesday morning, as family and friends converged at a popular motel In Narok town to reach a verdict of ending the search,Around noon, a call came in. That there’s a young man found lying in the thickets, doesn’t look good… I had been thrown out by the bush, found by herders the next morning, spent 3 hours to complete uttering my mums number and passed out. I remember a slim picture of her holding me while yelling out for help, it is said that my body was freezing.

I was taken to the hospital spent 3 days and got discharged the following Saturday. We went to my grandma’s place. It is said that all this time I couldn’t talk not until an all time friend, more of a brother came that night, and as we hugged and cried I uttered my first words. I suddenly felt tired and sleepy and there wasn’t much for the night after a few cups of my favorite grandma’s mursik I was off.

The next day in Sunday, there were celebrations all around, i began seeing people around me, staring at me like I was some saint with manna from heavens. I got concerned and I intercepted grandma halfway to the kitchen as she looked busy doing nothing as everyone else was helping out. In a low faint tone, i asked her.. “hey grandma, you didn’t tell me you had some party, what’s the occasion then!? “.. Bad thing with old people especially grandmothers is that before giving an answer, loudly of course, they begin with a huge sarcastic laugh..

Aagh I felt she was annoying and didn’t understand me. I went and tried helping out chopping Goat meat that I realized I had a bandage on my shoulder, before I could raise my eyes to question that, uncle was there, he came along with friends, trying to explain to me that this was my celebration, that I had been missing for a week, kidnapped, that I was from hospital yesterday..

“Aagh guys you got to be kidding me, what me!? Missing for what days why hell no.. I woke up this morning, came to grandma’s place as i had told her yesterday on Friday. Today is what, Saturday here i am.! ” i was so confident, sister had an idea, she began showing me pictures of how the events unfolded, tried to bring me upto date that a week had passed. Ooh no poor me had lost memory . I couldn’t take it, it was just too much.. I went to sleep but not long as I was supposed to appear during the celebrations. I acted normal for the sake of the day but deep down I was breaking down real fast.

How could I be in an hospital i was never in..! Wait, THAT ME !? It was a whole lot of self denial. I was stressed and needed out of that place quickly. Sure enough The next Tuesday we were on our way back home to Nakuru. Out here i thought things could work out well like i knew nobody knew what was going on. To my surprise, yet some other celebrations and had to endure days having to pretend and fake the looks.

I had sleepless Nights for fear of darkness and bad dreams. I was afraid of what could possibly have happened to me. The scary dreams of being out there thrown in within the vicinity of the Wild Maasai Mara Reserves amidst a bunch of determined Hyenas and huge pythons.

I mean we all die someday but I’ll need s kinda honorable death not the one of being swallowed whole by a python or scavenged off by Hyenas before Vultures come finishing up all that’s left. I wasn’t doing well at home, my girlfriend 159 miles away came visiting thanks to her i managed to dodge bad feelings for a week or two during her stay.

September was fast approaching and I knew i had to look perfectly right to resume my studies. The idea of being back in Nairobi spelled relief for me. No doubts i was back in Rongai first week of September, excited and looking forward to normal life. Everything got well for a few days untill one night that nightmares returned. I had sleepless nights for long and spent most of my daytime indoors sleeping. I feared darkness again.

The energy in me began to wear out. At the height of it all I was rushed to Nairobi hospital after a terrible fever. The doctor run all kinds of test till the lab gave in, few moments while trying to guess my ailment with cooked theories that he was told my recent history. He immediately put it through that i was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PSTD) and recommended Counseling.

I began my counseling session but with the pride and little ego in me it was all a waste of time. I opted to finding solace in my favorite Soccer game yet I was at the time still nursing a horrible Knee injury so it didn’t work out at the end. It didn’t take long for my counselor to refer me to another peer counselor as she felt the deep roots of pretence i had in me.

To be honest my new counselor made me realize just how different my life had shifted after this tragic incident. I used to be an outgoing type, social, determined for success and well very open minded. Lately i began isolating from friends, sometimes they would come knocking at my door but i had a padlock from the inside, i didn’t want any disturbances..

Being around my girlfriend was the only thing that kept me thinking right at the time. However, this didn’t last long either as one of her close family relative came to live by her and i lost the battle of attention by a milestone the first day. I was all alone, back to square one. Back to the old fears, every knock, bang at the door felt different. My only source of hope was ripening right at my counselors heart, she became the only beam shining the light at the end of the tunnel. This didn’t live up to the standard it was supposed to as well as it was just in time that the Global Coronavirus pandemic came knocking the streets and it started a few blocks from my apartment in Rongai.

Literally I’m still under ‘suspended’ counseling to date but all that I’ve learnt through this time is allot. I’m sharing my story with you because it is my desire that if you know anyone, relative, friend or anyone going through or have been through a difficult situation, dear reader it’s priceless to offer your emotional support. I’ve spent almost 365 days on the low to date with most of this times pretty much valueless.

I’ve made a promise to myself to live for the good,helping out people that really need help. Sometimes friends confuse this for like a political move but no, it’s an inner coercive force in me to wanna help so i can find peace with my conscience knowing the real cost of a Bad situation. As a man it’s weakness to share emotions but as a human i am, we live everyday with choices made by our feelings I hope everyone reading this feels good and spreads the love. It’s worth it.
This is my Darkest story.

God is Good