“When I arrived at about 5pm, I lied to my colleagues that I had hit a jackpot and invited them for drinks.”
Muli says he spent the cash in three days and decided to go back to the hall one more time.
“I met Francesca once more and she led me to another office where I saw three screens written ‘Kenya,’ ‘Uganda,’ and ‘South Africa,’” he claims.
Inside the hall hung TV screens. On one of the screens, Muli says, he saw the face of his 18-month-old first born son.
“Then a naked woman came, gave me a sharp razor, commanded me to cut the face of my son on the screen and gave me Sh85,000,” Muli adds.
“Three days later, my son died mysteriously. His private parts and tongue were missing when we buried him.”
Three months after the incident, he claims he was officially recruited as a member of the cult when the team leader took all his finger and toe prints. Thereafter, he started earning Sh9,000 every Friday, more money than the agency paid. So he quit.
With a steady flow of easy cash, he claims, he invested in the transport business and acquired a fleet of buses that operated between Nairobi-Kisumu and Eldoret-Nakuru-Nairobi. An enquiry by The Nairobian however revealed that the bus company he names is registered at the Kenya Revenue Authority under a different person.
Muli adds that in 1997, he sacrificed all the passengers aboard one of his buses near Kericho.
“I was behind the grisly road accidents between Naivasha and Nakuru. I could board a bus or matatu and alight before the crash,” Muli claims.
“That period, I fed on women breasts and two glasses of human blood daily. By the time I quit, the cult had more than 500 followers in Nairobi. But all my wealth was taken by the cult when I quit.”
