Extramarital affairs are the beginning of all evil.
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As we were busy preparing budgets for Christmas on 19th December 2021, sixty-one-year-old Mr. Erasmus Iguku Kinyua was relaxing inside his electrical shop in Nyeri Town when his phone buzzed.
A polite voice crawled through the receiver:
“Haroo, Baba Kinyua… unaeza tuonesha ile shamba ulisema unauza?”
It was already 8PM, a time when any sensible businessman should be sipping uhuru’s uji and thanking God he survived another day of Kenya’s economy. But Erasmus, a man raised on discipline and goodwill, agreed. He had spoken to the caller earlier. A land deal was a land deal.
What he did not know was that no holy water in St James Kangemi could have warned him about that buyer. This was not a buyer.
This was a messenger, sent straight from that dark corner of fate where Angel Gabriel does not bring blessings… he only brings appointments.
Because the man he was about to pick in his white Toyota Probox was not a client but a hired killer.
A killer contracted by Erasmus’ own wife.
And to season the betrayal properly, that man was also her personal deputy husband, the one who escorted her to cloud nine while Mzee was in church counting rosaries.
His name was Benson Musili , a warden at King’ong’o Maximum Prison by day, and a roaming homewrecker by night, administering punishments that were nowhere in the Prisons Act.
But to understand how a respected father, church elder, and businessman ended up chauffeuring his death around Nyeri, we must start at the beginning.
Born in 1960 in the cold hills of Mukurweini, Erasmus pursued education as if it was a birthright. From primary school to the prestigious Technical University of Kenya, he chased wires, currents, and books until he earned his degree in Electrical Engineering, one of the very few from his region at the time.
He served the Mt. Kenya region diligently—both behind the desk at Diana Centre and in the muddy, unpredictable fieldwork.
It was during a routine assignment in Kamakwa in the 1990s that he met Doris Wambui, a 24-year-old beauty with a smile sharp enough to penetrate any bachelor’s resistance. Their 16-year age gap did not stop anything. By the time villages finished gossiping, the two were already building a home.
He had one child from a previous relationship; together they added three more.
Erasmus loved his role as a father. He sent his children to the best schools, taught them discipline, and lived for their success.
At work, colleagues admired him for his humility and his blind commitment to mentorship.
At St James Catholic Church, Kangemi, he became the backbone of their fundraising campaigns, wiring hope into a growing congregation.
At the marketplace, customers swore by his honesty. At his Nyeri Poly internship program, students called him a second father—a rare title in a country where even the first father is often missing.
Money came, and he used it generously.
More properties, more land, more businesses.
By 2018, he filed for early retirement because, truth be told, a man cannot serve KPLC forever especially when he is already a boss in Kangemi.
Every Christmas, widows and elderly women in Majengo slums waited for him. Packages of food, blankets, care. Small small things that told them someone remembered they were alive.
To the general public, he was a saint.
But to Doris, his wife, he was a nuisance with a spending problem.
Doris, a social drinker with a taste for nightlife, quickly got bored of a man whose wildest weekend adventure was attending church choir practice and taking tea without sugar.
The age gap that once looked like a thrilling adventure now felt like a prison sentence—so she filed for parole in the arms of Benson Musili, the prison guard whose nightly duties extended far beyond warding inmates.
Benson was 8 years younger, aggressive enough to meet her flames, and irresponsible enough to excite her. It was a toxic cocktail, but at least they enjoyed it.
When Erasmus decided to sell a piece of land—and refused to give his wife a cut—a storm brewed. Doris felt disrespected. Ben, smelling opportunity, took the role of project manager for the murderous plot.
Doris offered Ksh 400,000, a figure that insulted both life and morality. But greed rarely negotiates with conscience.Ben contacted hitmen. A burner phone was purchased. The stage was set.
On 19th December 2021, the “buyer” called Mzee and played his role perfectly.
Erasmus, the good man he was, picked the men from town using his Probox and drove them to his land in Kangemi.
There, in the dark silence of his own property, they attacked him,a blunt object to the head, again
and again.
They left him for dead…They took nothing from him—no phone, no wallet, no car.
And that…. that was their biggest mistake. Because when thieves take nothing, detectives take everything seriously. Investigators immediately smelled a personal plot.
The wife was missing…Her phone was off.
By the time they tracked her, she was in Machakos, running with Benson—her lover, her getaway plan, her co-architect in murder.
They were arrested together., in a tragic, Kenyan way.
May his soul RIP and may Justice be served.
Credit Don bull x user, citizen tv news of June 2022
