On September 6, 2011, at around 1 PM, the tranquil afternoon in the upscale Karen neighborhood took an unexpected turn. While residents busied themselves with preparing lunch, one of their own, Mr. David Tett, set out to surprise his prominent politician parents. However, his visit carried a dark intent—robbery was the only thing on his mind.
David’s story began with tragedy but was met with compassion. When his mother passed away while he was just a year old, former Nominated MP Betty Tett and her husband, Mr. William Mulready Tett, opened their hearts and home to him. Like a devoted sister stepping up in a time of need, Betty embraced young David as her own, giving him a second chance at family and belonging.
Betty raised David as one of her own, alongside her other children, because, after all, isn’t that what sisters are for? Besides, as a Member of Parliament, her salary could have supported an entire orphanage—so why not offer a home to her late sister’s son? It was a gesture of love, duty, and familial loyalty rolled into one.
David grew up with all the trappings of privilege, much like other children of Kenyan politicians. From residing in upscale neighborhoods to attending elite schools that polished his accent into “nose English,” his life was a picture of comfort and opportunity. For David, poverty was something he only encountered in books and on news reports—a distant concept, far removed from his reality.
At 17, David’s life spiraled after a pivotal mistake—he impregnated a girl. The consequences were swift and severe, leading him to drop out of school and flee from home. His adoptive parents were heartbroken and deeply disappointed, but with no way to track him down, they were left to remain silent, with no way to track him down.
They left the world to teach David the lessons they couldn’t. After years of navigating life on his own and coming to terms with the harsh reality that Nairobi ni shamba la mawe (Nairobi is no easy place), David decided it was time to return home—much like the Biblical prodigal son. And just like in the parable, he was warmly welcomed back into the fold.
Hoping to help him rebuild his life, David’s father generously loaned him Ksh 70,000—a seed meant to grow into a business that would pave his way to independence. Unfortunately, David squandered the money, and when all was said and done, he had nothing to show for it but missed opportunities and broken promises.
With no other options left, David returned home once more, this time seeking even greater support from his wealthy parents. His new request was for a piece of land—something he planned to sell and use to turn his fortunes around. However, his father firmly denied the request, unwilling to part with such a valuable asset.
The rejection left David seething, his mind swirling with a storm of thoughts. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his parents had denied him solely because he was adopted. In his eyes, this refusal felt like a clear message—that he was not truly part of their family, not in the way their biological children were.
With no one left to turn to but bad company and the whispers of temptation, David concocted a chilling plan. He decided to rob his own parents, send them to the land of the ancestors, and, if successful, pin the blame on carjackers. In his mind, it was the perfect scheme—ruthless, yet brilliantly executed.
At around 11:30 AM on September 6th, 2011, David gathered his accomplices near Ngara, the very place he planned to claim he had been carjacked. With his mind set on his twisted mission, he drove them toward his parents’ home in Karen, fully determined to execute his plan. The goal was simple: get rich and disappear without a trace.
Upon arriving, David swiftly convinced the gateman that his father was expecting the visitors in his Ugandan-plated car. Without question, the gateman allowed them through. Once parked, David led his accomplices into the house, the door to his twisted plan now wide open.
The housemaid, Ms. Christin Nyambura, who had only recently started working in the home and didn’t recognize David, was easily tricked. David pointed to a picture on the wall and casually claimed, “That’s me, the lastborn.” Trusting his words, she believed him and left the group waiting, unaware that she was about to become an unwitting participant in a sinister plot.
A few minutes later, Mr. William Mulready descended the stairs, spotting David and his companions sitting in the living room. Completely unaware of their malicious intentions, he greeted them warmly. He then turned to David, inviting him for a private conversation outside, his mind oblivious to the looming danger that awaited him.
What began as a simple conversation quickly shifted when Mr. William Mulready brought up the Ksh 70,000 loan he had given David for a business venture. David, caught off guard and rendered speechless by the confrontation, stammered and asked his father to return to the house so he could explain himself more clearly, hoping to buy some time and delay the inevitable.
David led his father straight into the waiting arms of his two thugs, who had already drawn their AK-47 rifles, ready to show him exactly “what time it was.” As they bound the housemaid’s hands and gagged her, the room filled with tension and fear. Shocked and helpless, Mr. William had no choice but to surrender, his hands quickly tied alongside the maid’s, as the nightmare unfolded before them.
Helpless and bewildered, Mr. William, his hands bound, could only ask in disbelief, “My son, why?” His voice filled with pain and confusion as he sought answers from the son he had raised. But David, cold and detached, paid no mind to his father’s desperate question. His thoughts were consumed solely by one thing—the money, the price he believed would finally bring him the independence he craved.
David quickly dismissed his father’s heart-wrenching questions with a series of harsh slaps, his patience thin. He demanded the keys to the master bedroom, convinced that’s where the money was hidden. With the keys in hand, he stormed into the room, tearing through the place in a frenzy, believing everything was unfolding just as he had planned. His mind raced with anticipation, blind to the gravity of his actions.
But as fate would have it, the Lord was watching over them. Betty, on her lunch break, decided to call home, only to be met with silence—no one answered. Growing concerned, she called the gateman, instructing him to check why no one was picking up. When he arrived at the door, however, he was immediately overpowered, grabbed, and bound, his fate sealed by the very people he was meant to protect.
Betty, growing more anxious, called the gateman once again to see if he had managed to reach her husband or the maid. But the call went unanswered, intensifying her worry. In a desperate move, she called the police, urging them to head to her home. As the officers arrived outside the gate, the security alarm blared, signaling that something was terribly wrong inside.
In a blur of speed that could rival a Miraa driver or a safari rally racer racing against a rent deadline, the Ugandan-plated vehicle screeched out of the compound, roaring down the driveway with a deafening VROOOOM! The chaos unfolded so quickly that the police could barely process what had just happened. Before they could react, the two thugs emerged from the house, AK-47s in hand, ready to face anyone who dared to stop them.
In a split second, the situation escalated as the cops, now in full pursuit, opened fire. The bullets tore through the two thugs’ fragile bodies, transforming them into bloody messes, like footballs being kicked or fishing nets riddled with holes. The robbery, and the lives of the perpetrators, were abruptly cut short, as they fell to the ground, lifeless—murdered in the heat of the moment.
With the thugs lying lifeless, only the driver of the high-speed car remained, his identity eventually uncovered. In a heart-wrenching moment, Mr. William Mulready, devastated by the turn of events, painfully recounted the tragic chain of events that had unfolded. David, the very son he had raised, was later arrested and charged with robbery with violence, his betrayal now laid bare for all to see.
Now, David resides in one of Kenya’s most secure prisons, Kamiti Maximum Prison, serving a 15-year sentence for orchestrating the robbery. Yet, even behind bars, he’s found a way to continue his deceitful ways. In preparation for his eventual release, he runs the #KamitiCallCentre, where inmates, under his direction, scam unsuspecting Kenyans with fake SMS messages and calls, tricking them into sending money.
Follow For More Stories
Join Kenyan Gen z and millennials official 2025 WhatsApp Channel To Stay Updated On time the ongoing situation https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaWT5gSGufImU8R0DO30
Tiktok – https://www.tiktok.com/@news.hub88?_t=ZM-8sz45qJid3V&_r=1
