Connect with us

General News

City Pastor in Tears as Daughter Dies Hours before Introducing Mzungu Boyfriend

Published

on

[ad_1]

Two weeks ago on a Sunday morning, Reverend Martin Mbandu sensed something was not right after his son phoned him. It was unlike of him to call his father those hours.

As he anticipated, his son had some bad news – that his daughter had been involved in an accident along Ngong Road.
The car she was using together with three other friends had plunged into a ditch after hitting a roadside wall.

He called his wife and they rushed to the scene, hoping for the best and perhaps preparing for the worst.

His wife, Rachel Mbandu reached out to some family members and preachers requesting them to pray for their daughter.

After driving to the place, Mbandu did not even know he had crossed the police crime scene tape. All he wanted was to see his daughter alive or at least do something to save her life.

He narrated during the funeral service at CITAM Valley Road Church in Nairobi that the police had pulled out three bodies from the wreckage and his daughter was not among them. This gave him some home.

But the officers told him that there was a body they had not managed to remove. Sadly, it was that of his child.

“She had wrapped her hands around herself. Her forehead was cold. I asked her to open her eyes, but she did not. I prayed, hoping she would come back to life, but that did not happen. She had succumbed to her injuries,” the father heartbroken father recalled.

The pastor explained that the pain of ferrying his daughter’s remains to the mortuary was indescribable.

Before she died, the young lady had called his father and informed him she would visit him the following day with her Canadian boyfriend.

At the time of the death, she was in the company of two Canadian nationals and a Kenyan. They all perished.

The post City Pastor in Tears as Daughter Dies Hours before Introducing Mzungu Boyfriend appeared first on LitKenya.

[ad_2]

Source link

Comments

comments

Facebook

Trending