A recent exposé by Citizen TV shed light on the actions of Mugo Wa Wairimu, who was caught on camera drugging and raping patients.
Further investigation into his past reveals a disturbing pattern of behavior. In an entry on EssyOscarJournal, Mugo Wa Wairimu detailed his experiences at Chiromo Mortuary, where he was a student.
Those were the days when the end used to justify the means; we used to use all available means to supplement our university tuition fees and be left with something to eat. We would occasionally receive handouts for non-official services. And so it happened that an affluent family from the USA lost their beloved one. They airlifted the body from the USA using an expensive golden coffin. They made it clear to me that the coffin was just for the purposes of transport and that they’ll not be using the same to bury the body. That was music to my ears; the golden coffin was worth hundreds of thousands and I knew the family will be leaving it with me since they can't store a coffin at home. As a struggling student, this was a big blessing since I could get a ready buyer for the golden coffin. I immediately labelled the coffin so that neither our Human Anatomy chairman O.G nor the mortuary secretary Sarah or even any of my fellow students knew the Golden coffin belonged to me. Fate was on my side; The same day, an affluent man of Maasai/Samburu origin (name withheld) brought his dead brother to the mortuary. Before he left, he called me aside and asked me if I could be of any help in obtaining a wonderful coffin befitting his brother. I enquired what his budget was and he said money wasn’t his problem; his problem was giving his late brother a hero’s send off. I took him round the mortuary coffins and showed him the mortuary coffins as Chiromo Mortuary also used to sell coffins. I made sure he saw "my" golden coffin last and he instantly fell in love with it. Since I’d already labelled it, I told him I’m not sure the other "customer" will agree to part with it. Luckily, he offered to double what the first customer (non-existent) had offered. I quickly removed the label and replaced it with another one bearing the details of his deceased brother. This was after he agreed to part with Ksh 185,000.00 for the coffin. The money was to be paid as the body was being collected. It was then a Friday and the burial was slated for the next day on Saturday. Am so I woke up very early on Saturday and carried my "boys and girls"~ these were my fellow students I was working with them there and wouldn’t want to mention my names. One thing was common with them; they did not have the guts or the boldness to broker deals at all but they were always at hand to take my orders at a fee. Another terrible hitch arose, the body that was to be packed in the golden coffin was very tall and could not fit in the coffin past the knee level in the coffin. A major headache it was but that did not kill my determination to pocket the close to 200k for the coffin. I had to think hard and fast. This is how it went. The brother to the deceased was a man of means and a histologist by profession. I interrogated him on the versions rites that they undertake before burial and whether they have any interest to open the coffin and view the body. He made things easier for me; He told me by the custom, it was a taboo to even think of opening a coffin to view any body. He instructed me to close the coffin completely and only leave the face visible, period. My headache was taken care of. Without hesitating, I called my 2 colleagues, my fellow students and I had some simple instructions for them, that the body HAD to fit in the golden coffin, COME WHAT MAY! It doesn’t require rocket science to know what that meant; the tall (or is it long) body had to be reduced to size to ensure it fitted in the coffin; There was no way whatsoever I could watch as close to 200k clean cash disappear into thin air: This is one instinct where my boldness and the devil may care attitude worked perfectly for me; I called my two colleagues who happened to be two years ahead in campus but couldn’t get the guts to do what I was doing; I offered the Ksh. 500.00 each to "SHORTEN" the body to facilitate it’s fitting in the coffin. This meant cutting both legs at the knee joint and ensuring the two legs were nicely packed next to the body in the coffin. Not knowing what was at stake for me. The worked on the body in haste and in two minutes, the body was trimmed to size and could now fit in the golden coffin. I was confident enough no problems would arise as he had assured me they’ve no interest whatsoever to own the coffin. We then fitted the body in the coffin, sent the relatives to pay the mandatory Ksh.5000.00 for the body preservation. We then loaded the body onto a waiting truck and inside the truck, my friend gave me a total of Ksh 205,000 00; 185,000.00 for the golden coffin and 20,000.00 for being so nice to them. Mission having been accomplished, I paid my 2 colleagues Ksh 1000.00 each and they were excited. TUMETOKA MBALI.. MY MORGUE ESCALADES CONTINUE THIS EVENING!
