He was in younger age, less than 35 years. Benedict Mmbeshi Anyula was born in Kakamega County although stayed in Nairobi where he worked for KK security dog handling section and as an independent photographer businessman. His family stayed in upcountry to whom he visited at least twice a month.
He felt, himself quite irresistibly while being drawn from a public service vehicle by strangers whom the other passengers assumed were policemen in civilians. “Ben!”, They called him by name. But bravely, he obeyed their order and got out of the shuttle. Little did he know that the end of his life had moved more close than ever before.
He was travelling from upcountry to Nairobi city, the great capital of Kenya. This was immediately after spending time with his wife, three daughters Michele ( Grade 6), Wendy (Grade 4), Kendy (Play class) and Wayne who is a six month son. In the village he joined natives and participated in playing isukuti ( Luhyia traditional drum), and also bull fighting which is the community major cultural ceremonies. He was not left out to aspire for a political MCA seat in his home ward.
Ben might have been a haunted fellow having been tracked until trapped. His wife; Jane Atuku, gave him a call four hours after he had left just to realize that his phone was unreachable. After several attempts, she called his neighbors to find out but all was in vain. She kept trying from friends and relatives but surprisingly none of them acknowledged neither to have seen him nor heard from Ben. Minutes made up hours, hours made up day, then came one night, and next daylight with repetitive attempts as a matter of love and concern.
Cynthia is Ben’s young sister. She joined her to search the missing Ben. On the second day she checked at the police station without success. On the third day she tried the mortuaries where she found her late brother lying lifeless. His body head swollen with blood stains, neck strangled and feet scalded with acid.
According to sources, the body was discovered in the jungle without its mind and soul. The jungle might have been a dark green gloom filled with stretch of decaying vegetation and foreboding silence. There had been incidences, desertions and two mysterious fatalities, all caused, people convinced it was a security crackdown.
Ben was a hardworking just as he had posted on his facebook wall that hard work pays. He was also loved by many. Over ten groups turned up to support in his last expense contributions. Among the groups were; the Family, Committee members, Church members, Photographers, KK Security crew, Community Self-help group, Gym power team, Racing sports team, Residential plot neighbors among others who he inspired.
However his disappearance and found dead outburst strange surprising tales in connection to his fame and success. Hard work pays as he had posted on his Facebook wall three weeks before his death. Can we say he predicted his death when he posted, “I will rest when I die, but for now let me use my strength, my eyes, my ears, my brain, my hands ,my legs to cultivate the garden of Eden” on his facebook wall? Heaven knows!
When we reach out to people in need with a smile, they realize that they are not alone. However we can make certain this widow fells to be one of us with a direct piece of advice. Sometimes without saying anything at all. Sometimes just figuring out what to do for them; maybe coaching, maybe mentorship. When we take a minute with the vulnerable like beloved ones, we definitely shift their perception from being merely poor to being wellsprings for replenishment.
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