The Mount Kenya Times

Four teenagers held over Dandora phone-snatching spree

Police arrest boys aged 13 to 16 after a string of thefts targeting motorists and pedestrians across Eastlands ahead of the festive season. By Oduor Victor Four teenagers aged between 13 and 16 were arrested yesterday after a phone-snatching spree that targeted motorists, matatu passengers and pedestrians across Dandora, Kayole, Umoja and along Mutarakwa and Komarock Roads in Nairobi’s Eastlands. The boys operated in small groups, preying on people using phones in vehicles with open windows and pedestrians — particularly women — walking while on their phones. After grabbing a device, they fled shouting “Thief! Thief!” to sow confusion and cover their escape. Several stolen phones were later recovered from a nearby playground. Their run ended near Mowlem, where police officers on patrol witnessed the gang snatch a phone from a passenger inside a matatu, gave chase and arrested all four on the spot. The suspects are being held at Mowlem Police Station. Under questioning, they reportedly told officers they were raising money for Christmas. No formal charges had been announced by the time of going to press. The case carries an urgent public-interest dimension: juvenile crime is rising in Nairobi’s low-income estates, and the festive season historically brings a sharp surge in opportunistic theft. Separately, detectives from the Buruburu Directorate of Criminal Investigations on Saturday arrested two adult suspects and recovered a loaded Canik pistol with 11 rounds of ammunition from a house in Baraka, Mowlem. Both remain in custody as investigators pursue possible links to armed robberies in the area. The streets of Eastlands are sending a warning the authorities cannot afford to ignore.  

Affection

A story of longing, silence, and the quiet heartbreak of doors that should always be open By Adizova Sanobar Sitora stood in her kitchen, phone in hand, heart already bracing for what she knew was coming. She had rehearsed the call a dozen times. Her brother’s number sat on the screen. She pressed dial anyway — because hope, however frail, is the last thing a person surrenders. “Assalamu alaykum, dear brother. How are you? We were hoping to bring the children over today. Will you be home?” A pause. Then his voice, flat and impatient: “So that’s why you called. Fine, come if you must — but we have neither meat nor bread. Bring everything with you. I have no money to spend on guests.” The call ended. Sitora wept. Childhood is the most tender chapter in a girl’s life. For many daughters, those early years are wrapped in warmth — a parent’s embrace, a mother’s voice, the particular safety of a home that belongs to you simply because you were born into it. For Sitora, now a devoted wife and mother of four, that warmth had long since cooled into something she could barely recognise. She still longed to go back. Not for herself, she told herself — but for her children. She wanted them to know their grandparents, to run across a family courtyard, to feel the embrace of a home rooted in shared history. Yet every visit carried its price. Her brother’s irritation was barely concealed. Her sister-in-law’s remarks cut quietly but precisely. Two hours was all Sitora could endure before the humiliation became heavier than the longing that had brought her there. She had watched her friends describe weeks spent at their parents’ homes — welcomed, fed, fussed over. She listened and said nothing. What could she say? That her brother had once, in winter, taken the coat from his own back to keep her warm? That he had sat at her bedside through illness, praying under his breath, refusing to leave? That the boy who had once split a single piece of bread with her had become, somehow, a man who now charged for the meals at his table? Time and circumstance reshape people in ways that the children they once were could never anticipate. That knowledge did not make it hurt less. She was still sitting with the silence of the ended call when her youngest daughter, Oyshakhon, came bounding into the room, eyes bright with excitement. “Mummy, are we going to uncle’s house? Should we start getting dressed?” Sitora looked at her daughter — at the uncomplicated joy on that small face — and felt the particular cruelty of a moment that required her to choose between truth and protection. She wiped her eyes. She steadied her voice. She smiled. “Not today, my love. Your uncle isn’t home. We’ll visit another time.” Oyshakhon accepted this without question and ran back to play. Children trust their mothers completely. It is both their great gift and their vulnerability. Sitora turned back to the wall. The question that had been forming all morning finally settled into words, quiet and unanswerable: Must a daughter now invent excuses just to visit the home where she grew up? There was no one in the room to answer. There rarely is, for women who carry this particular grief — the grief of a door that was never locked, yet somehow never truly opens.   Adizova Sanobar is from Uzbekistan and is an employee of a private enterprise in Narpay District.

One million candidates, 261,000 missing: Is Kenya’s education system leaving children behind?

Kenya’s record KCSE candidature masks a deepening crisis — a quarter-million children unaccounted for and a system straining at every seam. By Harriet Jamoza Kenya’s 2026 Kenya Certificate of Secondary Education examination drew 1,048,355 candidates — a historic first, crossing the one-million mark for the first time. The country is celebrating. It should also be asking hard questions. Where are the 261,000 children who disappeared along the way? Data shows 185,497 learners who sat the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education in 2022 never registered for KCSE 2026. A further 75,182 who sat the Kenya Primary School Examinations Assessment in 2023 did not sit the Kenya Junior School Education Assessment this year. That is 260,679 children unaccounted for. The Ministry of Education is now tracing them. The real question is why we are tracing them after the fact rather than protecting them before the crisis. This examination season has exposed deeper fractures. Three KCSE candidates died. Thirteen went missing in Nairobi. Cheating allegations surfaced in Bungoma, Garissa and Wajir. Students attacked exam officials in Kisii, injuring four police officers. A university student was arrested for leaking papers on Telegram. Meanwhile, 20,000 students placed at Kenya Medical Training College every cycle fail to report because they cannot access the Higher Education Loans Board funding. KMTC trains 85 per cent of Kenya’s health workers. Denying them funding is not an administrative oversight — it is a public health failure. Kenya cannot celebrate the transition to Competency-Based Education while a quarter-million learners vanish without explanation. Publish the findings. Seal the leaks. Fund every student.