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Forever In Our Hearts.
Tom Mboya

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When John F. Kennedy was running for President in 1959 he met with Tom Mboya and the two established an educational program in which Kenyan students could visit the United States and attend universities. This was part of a broader attempt by the new administration in 1960 to establish closer cultural ties between the USA, Kenya and other burgeoning democracies throughout Africa.

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A man named Nahashon Isaac Njenga Njoroge was arrested, quickly and conveniently. A solution that arrived too fast to be trusted. But Nairobians whispered other versions. One said Njenga was not the hand, but only the glove; that the real shooter was a Special Branch marksman waiting nearby in another Mercedes; that after the shots, the weapon changed hands; and that the real killer drove off into the calm corridors of power. Allegedly, he reported to Charles Njonjo, who then presented the matter to Jomo Kenyatta, delivering the "good" news dressed as bad.

“This kijana wanted to overthrow you,” he supposedly said. “We have stopped him.”

Whispers are that Kenyatta wept. Whether for the man, the moment, or the consequences, no one can say with certainty. Powerful people often mourns in layers some of them genuine, others merely strategic.

"The gunman should die the way Mboya died.” So he died. Meanwhile, Njenga still useful, still breathing was allegedly promised money in exchange for his silence.

Back at the hospital, a bodyguard, Fred, forced his way through a police cordon. He entered the building and emerged moments later, carrying news stripped of all decoration:

“Tom is dead. The body has been taken to City Mortuary.”

Elsewhere, Daniel arap Moi addressed the country. He spoke very well, and reassurances were attempted, but meaning was in short supply. The western part of Kenya was already erupting; the people there understood exactly what had been taken from them. That evening, at Mboya’s home, they grieved in darkness. The elders refused light. No lamps. No candles. No fire.

“Our light is gone,” they said.

And so they sat in the dark, allowing the night to finish what the bullet had started.
The government, sensing the temperature rising, moved too quickly. The funeral was scheduled within a week, the kind of speed that suggests a fear not of death, but of what the living might do if given too much time to think. Better to bury both the man and the questions before either began to speak too loudly.

When Vice President Daniel arap Moi arrived at Mboya’s Nairobi home to pay his respects, he discovered that the mourners had developed a sudden talent for shot-put. He was stoned so enthusiastically by the crowd that he was forced to turn back, police escort and all. Not even the officers sent to guard the house were spared............................... part 2 tomorrow

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THE MAN ARRESTED FOR MBOYA'S MURDER WAS JUST 'THE GLOVE'
The shot that felled Tom Mboya tore through the fragile confidence of a country that had only just learned to stand upright without colonial crutches. Shops shut and streets emptied. Our young republic collapsed, weeping in broad daylight.

Two months earlier in Gem, during a by-election, Mboya did something unusual: he stayed away. As Secretary-General of the Kenya African National Union, he delegated the campaign to Njoroge Mungai and watched from a distance. KANU lost humiliatingly. In that loss, Mboya delivered a speech without opening his mouth. It was the kind of silence that roared.

He then went to Addis Ababa. At a meeting of African economic ministers, Mboya moved among peers with the composure of a statesman and the awareness of a marked man. He knew, with sharp clarity, that his shadow was lengthening behind him. Associates urged him to stay away and seek asylum, but he refused.

From Addis, he had options: a direct flight to London, where distance could wrap him in temporary safety. Instead, on Friday, July 4, 1969, he chose Nairobi. Home where the danger was, and where he insisted on being.

The plan to kill him had already matured; it had followed him from Addis. At Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, the first attempt faltered. Security, unusually, held its ground. Assistant Commissioner Michael Arum and the CID director formed a thin but effective shield.

The assassins retreated, not defeated but inconvenienced. Plans were adjusted with chilling efficiency. If Friday refused to cooperate, Saturday would be persuaded. The orders were clear: eliminate him before Sunday. No delays, no second chances. He was scheduled to leave again, and time was not on the side of those who wanted him dead.

And then, in a twist of painful satire, Mboya helped them. On Saturday morning, he stepped out of his Lavington home lighter than he should have been. There was a football match A.F.C. Leopards versus Gor Mahia. A rivalry game capable of pausing politics and briefly suspending grudges. He dismissed his bodyguards, suggesting the stadium could be a meeting point instead. Security was told to go home, to rest, and to prepare for the match. They would meet later.

On a Saturday morning without bodyguards, Tom woke up on Convent Drive in Lavington, dressed, stepped into his official Mercedes (KME 627), and drove into Nairobi. There was a brief stop at the Panafric Hotel along Valley Road. Eggs for breakfast. Then, he proceeded to the Treasury Building. He worked, and a few minutes past 1 p.m., he did something small yet significant: he let them go his aide, his police, and his driver. He slid behind the wheel himself and drove out of the basement parking. A Cabinet minister, a national figure, and a marked man alone in broad daylight, in a city that had already begun choosing sides.

His car stopped outside Chhani’s Pharmacy on what was then Government Road (now Moi Avenue). He had called ahead. Inside, there was familiarity, the warmth of knowing the shop owner, Mrs. Mohini . Outside, three men trailed him. They were not strangers; they were KANU youth wingers, men who belonged to the same political house he had helped build. They knew him , men whose hands he had likely shaken

As he stepped out of the chemist, he received his two bullets. Just two. That was all it took to end the life of Kenya’s first Minister for Economic Planning and Development. Thirty-nine years old a month shy of forty.

Mohamed Amin was there, or close enough to become the reluctant archivist of tragedy. His camera recorded the crime scene, the hurried ambulance, the dying man groaning against time, and the hospital bed where doctors performed the ritual of hope.1/2

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@_fels1 Same Day, Same Month 1969 Tom Mboya Was Assassinated. Forever In Our Hearts.

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5th July 1969

They assassinated Tom Mboya.

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{Tom Mboya} The only Spirit which is still alive.