This was written early Thursday morning, 13 March 2008 …
Today is a wonderful day! We can witness and testify about the saving power of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yesterday morning this time, we were still in shock and very confused. Here is the story:
Yesterday we woke up just after 2am with the dogs barking fiercely. We immediately got up – Wilco went towards the front door in the dining room and I went to look through the window in the corridor. I saw two men with panga’s in their hands, coming towards the front door. Wilco did not know that, so he just thought it might be neighbours wanting something (we often had to drive someone in the hospital at night, so it is not so strange for us).
I shouted to my husband from the room not to open the door and when the guy demanded that either Wilco open the door or they will burn down the house, he realized … this is not a friendly visit. My husband told them that he could not just open the door, but that they can tell him what they want. Because I knew their motives were not good, I decided to sound the alarm straight away.
This caused the people (by the way, they were five men) to got into panic mode, but also to increase the speed of their attack. They immediately started to break down our front door, which is a locally made wooden double door. I cannot even begin to explain to you the feeling of hopelessness when you realize that people are breaking into your house, and there is very little you can do about it. Our children were still asleep and my only prayer was that they would get unharmed out of this. Wilco pressed against the door for as long as he could manage, but they finally overpowered him.
They immediately started to attack. Wilco fought back like a lion (we are all so proud of him). As I came out of the room, a guy approached me, shouting “We want money – Give us money”! When I told him we do not have in the house, he hit me with a panga in my face. I didn’t feel a thing and when blood started pouring, I thought that it was just my nose that was bleeding. I never knew that I was cut open from between my eyes, right through my nose up to the bed, down to my lip … In the mean time Wilco tried his level best to keep the thugs busy until help will come – Remember, the alarm was still sounding by that time.
I tried to phone the neighbour (which was out of town, but we did not know it). Unfortunately, the one man came to our room and took the phone from me while still demanding that they want money. We only had 100kshs in our purse (i.e. about R8,20 / $1,50) – we were planning to go to town yesterday. In another instance, I went to the room to pick a knife (dagger) that I bought Wilco during our visit to Garissa a few weeks ago. My thought was that I am not going out without a fight and seeing Wilco fight like a warrior, gave me courage to assist. However, the one guy came in the room with his panga and when he saw me with the knife he got extremely angry. I realized that my small knife against his big panga is not a fair match. I convinced him that I would not use it.
Help was still not there. Wilco was still trying to fight three to four men. By that time, he was full of blood … the sitting room, the corridor, our room had blood all over the walls and on the floor. Joy and Timothy were woken up by the noise and, as they see how the one man gave Wilco a blast on his head (which could have been easily a fatal blow), Joy started screaming and shouting. Wilco fell down and started calling on the Name of the Lord. The one man demanded for Joy to be quiet. At that time, I went to the sitting room with the one man still trying to force me to give him money, beating me with a club (knopkierie) against my back. I went and stood by the wall-unit trying to dialogue with him.
Today is a wonderful day! We can witness and testify about the saving power of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yesterday morning this time, we were still in shock and very confused. Here is the story:
Yesterday we woke up just after 2am with the dogs barking fiercely. We immediately got up – Wilco went towards the front door in the dining room and I went to look through the window in the corridor. I saw two men with panga’s in their hands, coming towards the front door. Wilco did not know that, so he just thought it might be neighbours wanting something (we often had to drive someone in the hospital at night, so it is not so strange for us).
I shouted to my husband from the room not to open the door and when the guy demanded that either Wilco open the door or they will burn down the house, he realized … this is not a friendly visit. My husband told them that he could not just open the door, but that they can tell him what they want. Because I knew their motives were not good, I decided to sound the alarm straight away.
This caused the people (by the way, they were five men) to got into panic mode, but also to increase the speed of their attack. They immediately started to break down our front door, which is a locally made wooden double door. I cannot even begin to explain to you the feeling of hopelessness when you realize that people are breaking into your house, and there is very little you can do about it. Our children were still asleep and my only prayer was that they would get unharmed out of this. Wilco pressed against the door for as long as he could manage, but they finally overpowered him.
They immediately started to attack. Wilco fought back like a lion (we are all so proud of him). As I came out of the room, a guy approached me, shouting “We want money – Give us money”! When I told him we do not have in the house, he hit me with a panga in my face. I didn’t feel a thing and when blood started pouring, I thought that it was just my nose that was bleeding. I never knew that I was cut open from between my eyes, right through my nose up to the bed, down to my lip … In the mean time Wilco tried his level best to keep the thugs busy until help will come – Remember, the alarm was still sounding by that time.
I tried to phone the neighbour (which was out of town, but we did not know it). Unfortunately, the one man came to our room and took the phone from me while still demanding that they want money. We only had 100kshs in our purse (i.e. about R8,20 / $1,50) – we were planning to go to town yesterday. In another instance, I went to the room to pick a knife (dagger) that I bought Wilco during our visit to Garissa a few weeks ago. My thought was that I am not going out without a fight and seeing Wilco fight like a warrior, gave me courage to assist. However, the one guy came in the room with his panga and when he saw me with the knife he got extremely angry. I realized that my small knife against his big panga is not a fair match. I convinced him that I would not use it.
Help was still not there. Wilco was still trying to fight three to four men. By that time, he was full of blood … the sitting room, the corridor, our room had blood all over the walls and on the floor. Joy and Timothy were woken up by the noise and, as they see how the one man gave Wilco a blast on his head (which could have been easily a fatal blow), Joy started screaming and shouting. Wilco fell down and started calling on the Name of the Lord. The one man demanded for Joy to be quiet. At that time, I went to the sitting room with the one man still trying to force me to give him money, beating me with a club (knopkierie) against my back. I went and stood by the wall-unit trying to dialogue with him.
I suddenly saw our brass vase near my hand … He was still shouting to me … not expecting a thing. I got hold of the vase, turned towards him and hit him a “pot shot” over his head. Can you see the dent at the bottom of the brass? Somewhere out there, there is a man with a headache for sure.
I knew I was in trouble as I ran into the kitchen, pushing against the door. I knew he was stronger than I was, but suddenly his attention was diverted and he stopped pushing (although later on I understood from Wilco that it was not the person whom I hit that came pushing against the door. Apparently, that man was down holding his head … Good for him!!) I opened the back door and ran outside. By that time I saw a man approaching our house. At first, I was not sure if it was friend or foe and wanted to run from him, but when I saw the bow and arrow, I knew it was one of our Kalengeen neighbours. Maki and Maureen who were sleeping in the mud house, came running outside. I remember I just shouted to them to stay inside and to lock the door.
Meanwhile, Wilco got up and started attacking the men with fresh zeal. It must have been with strength from above, because by that time he had wounds all over. He somehow got hold of two men’s heads, and drove them into a wall in the sitting room (blood & hair were found on the light switch as well as on the curtain, which definitely did not belong to Wilco or myself). They must have seen or heard that help was near, because they suddenly scrambled to get out and ran away. More than 10 neighbours arrived with bows and arrows – but it was too late ...
Wilco and I in the hospital. We bless God that we are alive and well.
Below : Wilco's back was beaten badly.
We are out of hospital and feel strong and encouraged with so many people praying for us all over the world. Thank you to all our family and friends who supported us through this traumatic experience. We appreciate every visit, every telephone call, every SMS, every card, every prayer and every financial contribution. God has provided for the hospital bill and we are extremely grateful for the positive respons.
We want to especially thank our pastor and his wife, Erastus and Pauline Maina from Kingpriest Centre in Nakuru, that simply took charge over so many issues at home and at school. They also immediately went to fetch our children and took them home. "You are a true family - we love you so much."
We also want to thank Matron Lydia and her staff at the Valley Hospital in Nakuru. "You were great and we appreciate all of you. Keep up the good work"
Matron Lydia Obwanga, Valley Hospital.One of the highlights was when Past & Mrs Joseph Njoroge (Snr Development Coordinator, East Africa) of CONGRESS World Breakthrough Network, came all the way from Nairobi to visit us. They also came with their son, Efraim, as well as Past and Mrs Ayiero.
On the photo f.l.t.r. is : Pauline Maina, myself (Lydia), Mrs. Ayiero, Mrs. & Past. Joseph Njoroge, Past. Erastus Maina, Wilco, Past. Ayiero with Governer Maina in the front. Stefanus, our handsome son of nine, took the photo.
God bless you all with favor and divine protection as you continue to advance His Kingdom in the area where He has placed you.
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