16/04/2026
They said I hit my head on the cell wall until I died, just like they had said the two Kianjokoma brothers jumped to their deaths from a moving police car.
My name is Albert Omondi Ojwang. I was born on 7 July 1994 in Kakoth village, Homa Bay County – a proud Luo son, teacher, blogger, and father who only wanted to speak truth to power. I graduated with a Bachelor of Education from Pwani University and taught religious studies, history, and rugby at a school in Mwatate, down at the coast. Every day I balanced lesson plans, marking books, and late-night posts calling out bad governance, corruption, and the daily suffering of ordinary Kenyans. I was a passionate Manchester United fan, the kind who argued tactics even on the worst days. I had a beautiful wife, Nevinina Onyango, and our three-year-old son George.
Even after my death, my family honoured our love and tradition. In a beautiful Luo customary ceremony known as nyombo, my family visited Nevinina’s parents, paid her full bride price, and fulfilled all the required customs — despite my physical absence. This act officially married Nevinina into the Ojwang family, ensuring she remains fully recognised as my wife and the mother of my child within our home.
My father, Meshack Ojwang, raised me right. Honest work, honest words. That was my life. Nothing more.
But in early June 2025 the system swallowed me whole. I had posted online – nothing but the truth about how power works in this country. Deputy Inspector General of Police Eliud Lagat didn’t like it. He filed a formal complaint under the Computer Misuse and Cybercrimes Act. On Saturday 7 June 2025, around 2:30 pm, I was having lunch at home in Kakoth with my wife Nevinina when the DCI officers arrived. No questions, no warrant shown properly – just dragged me out. I was arrested alongside another young man, Kelvin Moinde. The officers who took me were Sergeant Sigei, Sergeant Wesley Kipkorir Kirui, PC Dennis Kinyoni, PC Milton Mwanze, and PC Boniface Rabudo. They drove me 350 kilometres from Homa Bay to Nairobi’s Central Police Station. I was booked in around 9:30 pm. I called my wife from custody, told her I would be fine, it was just a cybercrime case. My last words to her were calm.
What happened inside that station that night was not an accident. I was beaten mercilessly – batons, boots, fists, anything they could use. Head trauma, neck compression,I was strangled, bruises everywhere. One of the officers on duty realised they had gone too far. I stopped breathing. When they saw what they had done, panic set in. I was the witness to their brutality. So they finished the job. Same night. Same cell. The post-mortem would later scream the truth I could no longer speak.
The next morning my father, Meshack Ojwang, rushed from Homa Bay after my wife called in panic. Phones off. No answers. He waited at Central Police Station until they finally told him his son was dead. My wife Nevinina saw my body at the mortuary – she said it looked like one who had been tortured beyond recognition. Dragging marks, uniform injuries, spaced-out head wounds that could never come from “hitting the wall once.”
Then came the cover-up. The police told the world I had banged my own head against the cell wall until I died – self-inflicted, they claimed. Chief Inspector and station officers repeated the lie as if the autopsy never existed. But on 10 June 2025, five pathologists led by state pathologist Dr. Bernard Midia conducted the post-mortem. Unanimous verdict: homicide. Severe head injury combined with neck compression (strangulation), multiple soft-tissue injuries across my body, blunt-force trauma inconsistent with any wall impact. The injuries screamed assault and torture.
Six people were eventually charged with my murder. The officers: OCS Samson Kiprotich Talaam (the Officer Commanding Station who claimed he wasn’t even there when I arrived), James Mukhwana (the cell sentry), and Peter Kimani. The three civilian detainees who were allegedly used to finish the job: Gin Ammitou Abwao, Collins Karani Ireri, and Brian Mwaniki Njue. They were all arrested by IPOA. On 23 June 2025 they appeared before Justice Diana Rachael Kavedza at Kibera Law Courts. They pleaded not guilty and were denied bail. The trial drags on even now, into 2026 – same courtroom delays, same officers walking free on bond or still testifying the same old lie.
My funeral in July 2025 drew thousands chanting “Rest in Power, Albert.” My wife still cannot come to terms with it. My father still searches for justice in every court mention. Our son George will grow up knowing his father was silenced for speaking.
I had no chance to watch my son grow. No chance to teach one more lesson. No chance to post one more truth. My dreams died with me in that cell.
But the truth refuses to stay buried. Autopsy reports, eyewitness accounts, the inconsistencies that even a child can spot – all of it is on record. I was not suicidal. I was a husband, a father, a teacher, a voice – brutally murdered in custody and then lied about. Funny how the wall suddenly had hands to strangle me.
To every family still waiting for answers from the same system – hold on. The lies always crack. The blunt force always leaves its signature. The truth always finds a way, even when the voices are silenced. Kuna Mungu Mbinguni.
Yours Truly,
Albert Omondi Ojwang
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