Recently I was alone in a lift with this tall dude and suddenly I started to feel claustrophobic like kwani hizi lifts ni ndogo aje? This man is too near to me. Just imagine that you are in an Airbnb and you enter the lift with a tall guy carrying a black garbage bag, kidogo kidogo it starts dripping blood, he notices that you have noticed but you stay calm , avoid eye contact and quickly walk out of the lift. Few days later you see the guy on the news! Kumbe you were sharing a lift with a woman in a paper bag. This gender needs to come with hazard toxic material warning 
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Eastleigh — Nairobi’s restless Somali heartbeat — a place where business never sleeps, where the scent of spices mingles with exhaust fumes, and where matatus hoot like an unending soundtrack of survival. Yet in October 2024, beneath this chaos, a predator stalked. His name: Hashim Dagane. His mission: death.
On October 21st, 21-year-old Dake Abdinoor, bright-eyed and brimming with dreams, stepped out of her parents’ home. She believed she was walking toward love — the kind that blushes, blossoms, and blinds. What she did not know was that she was stepping into an abyss, into the arms of a man whose past was soaked in acid and ashes.
Her parents warned her.
“This man is not right.”
But love can be deaf, and Dake silenced every instinct that tried to speak. She muted her parents, muted her fear, and followed her heart — only for her heart to be muted forever.
Hashim was no ordinary lover boy with sweet words and a borrowed cologne. He was a former Ethiopian police officer, a man who had walked with crime, slept with crime, and carried its scent beneath his well-ironed shirt. Behind the wheel of his Uber, he blended into Eastleigh’s crowded anonymity, moving through the streets with a mask that hid a monster.
Then came October 22nd — a day when Nairobi woke up to hustle, but Hashim woke up to hunt.
He snatched Waaris Daud, a mother just seeking medical care. And when her daughter Amina and cousin Nuseiba went looking for her, stricken with worry, he ensnared them too.
Three women.
Three lives.
Three souls extinguished in a single night of horror.
He slaughtered them, dismembered them, and scattered their remains across Nairobi like a grotesque scavenger game only he understood.
And still, Dake believed she was different — his exception, his flower, his soft spot in a heart of stone.
Then came October 29th.
Hashim took her to a Lavington Airbnb. CCTV footage showed her smiling, shopping, leaning into him… unaware she was posing for her final moments. She laughed not knowing she laughed toward death. She walked not knowing she walked into her own obituary.
Days later, another CCTV clip would show Hashim leaving the same apartment calmly, carrying plastic bags — bags heavy with the bones of a girl who once believed in him. He had boiled her in acid, the same acid that once devoured his wife and children in Ethiopia. Death, to him, was just a routine.
By the time the DCI smoked him out in Kamukunji, the nation was in a state of collective panic.
Mothers held their daughters closer.
Families questioned every stranger.
Everyone wondered how a man who had dissolved his own family in Ethiopia could stroll into Kenya, bribe his way through immigration, acquire fake papers, start a business, and turn Nairobi into a personal slaughterhouse.
Corruption held the door open.
And evil walked right in.
Now Hashim sits caged, but the graves of four women sit heavier than concrete — women stabbed, suffocated, dissolved, and dismembered. Families are shattered. Futures are erased.
And once again, corruption — that old, familiar devil — blinded the system. And four women paid the ultimate price in blood.
