False Charges, Imprisonment, and Freedom in Christ – Nanyuki, Kenya
Oct 30, 2017 2795
My name is Peter and I am from Nanyuki, Kenya. I am a husband and a father of three. I met Jesus Christ three months ago in prison on false charges of robbery with violence. This is my story, how I found myself in prison for a crime that I had not committed, and how it turned out to be a blessing in disguise:
It was a beautiful Sunday morning when I received an anonymous call. It did not surprise me because being a taxi driver I often receive calls from new customers. An authoritative female voice asked me to pick up some people in the town centre and drive them to a tourist hotel 50 km away from town.
It took me less than 10 minutes to pick them up. There were two ladies and four men. Little did I know that they were armed robbers or that the huge luggage in the boot contained ammunition. After arriving at the hotel, they requested that I wait for them as they were only delivering a package. All this time I wasn’t suspicious because nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
I was lonely, hopeless, and depressed.
It was late in the evening. Within a few minutes I heard gunshots. Before I could escape, one of the men came running and ordered me to drive at gunpoint. It seemed that the deal had gone sour. I drove but it was not long before police were chasing after us. They shot at us and my captor shot back.
To cut a long story short, they killed my captor and I was arrested. They couldn’t hear any of my pleading and I was ordered to remain silent as anything I said could be used against me in a court of law. I couldn’t believe it. Under strict security, I was escorted to and dumped in Nanyuki remand prisons. My world turned upside down. Then I started thinking about my life, my family and friends. At that moment, none of them were allowed to come near me. I was lonely, hopeless and depressed.
Very early on Monday morning I went to court. Three “witnesses” testified against me, saying that they had seen my face in the crime scene and that I was the designated driver for the criminals. With such strong evidence against me, all my state-provided lawyer could do was to bargain for a shorter sentence. I was sentenced 7 years in prison and hard labor.
On the day of the hearing, only my wife came. And Jesus.
On my third year, in my moment of sorrow, God sent GNU prison chaplain, George Ngatia, to fan the dying flame in my heart. He spoke with us every day about the love of Christ that never withers. One day he came and sat on the floor next to me. He said that God had shown him that I shouldn’t give up. I told him my story. He advised me to appeal for another hearing, but that I should first appeal to God through faith and prayer. On the day of the hearing, only my wife came. And Jesus. It was found that the evidence previously incriminating me was not enough. Given that all my supposed partners in crime had been killed in the incident, there was no legitimate way of ascertaining that I was not simply a victim of circumstances.
I was released. My wife fainted. I became a Christian.