The Black Spot On Our Road That Drinks Blood, And How I Escaped Becoming Its Next Victim

I have lived along the Nakuru–Eldoret highway my whole life. There’s a certain stretch of road we all fear,  about 200 meters long. It looks harmless during the day. But at night, and especially in the rain, it turns into something else entirely.

People here call it “Kona ya Kifo”  the corner of death. At least twice every month, there’s a serious accident there. Buses overturn, matatus crash head-on, bodabodas are run over. Most times, the victims die on the spot. It’s as if the road swallows people whole.

I have personally seen bodies covered in gunny sacks, twisted metal that used to be cars, and blood flowing like someone poured it from a bucket. It’s a sight that haunts you.

The elders say it’s not just bad road design it’s spiritual darkness. They whisper that many years ago, a certain man in the area used powerful witchcraft to “feed” the road with human blood so his businesses could prosper. Since then, that spot has become a hungry trap, always claiming more lives.

I never really believed it… until one rainy night.

It was around 11 p.m., and I was riding home from Eldoret on my motorbike. The rain was pounding hard, and visibility was low. As I approached Kona ya Kifo, my headlamp suddenly flickered and went off completely. I remember thinking it was an electrical fault but then I felt it.

The air got heavy, like someone had wrapped a wet blanket around me. My chest tightened, my hands went weak, and I couldn’t even turn the handlebars properly. Then, right in the middle of the road, I saw it a dark figure standing motionless, facing away from me.

Everything in me screamed “brake!” But my body felt frozen, like something was pulling me forward. In those few seconds, I realized I was about to become another statistic.

And then… I heard a loud snap like a whip cracking in the air. My bike suddenly jerked sideways and skidded off the road into the grass. I fell hard, but I was alive. When I looked back, the dark figure was gone.

The next morning, I told my mother what happened. She didn’t even look surprised. She reminded me that months earlier, after a strange string of near-misses, she had taken me to see Dr. Bokko for spiritual protection. He had prepared a strong protection spell for me a charm I now always carry in my pocket when traveling. To continue readying, click here.