Invited to a Fresher's Party at Kabarak University, She's Found dead & naked | Murder Tapes SN3 EP5

 

 

She sold the property for a living.

Land, houses, places people planned to grow old in. But one morning in Nakuru, Mary Wangoi herself was found abandoned.

Her body dumped near Angata Bridge like something no one wanted to claim. The night before she stepped out after a

phone call and money being sent to her phone. She said she'd be back. She never was. By sunrise, her family was

searching and by midday, social media had already found her. And so tonight on Murder Tips, we retrace Mary Wangoi's

final hours, the call, the night out, the bridge where her life ended, and the investigation that began loudly then

vanished. We are speaking to the sister who was with her that night, and to her father who is still waiting for justice.

So, who killed Mary Wangoi, we ask? And why does her case feel like it was quietly buried along with her? I am

Brian Auya. This is not just any other murder story on a TV near you. This is

Murder Tips final night out. And so it begins.

A woman who sells property is expected to build futures,

secure titles, slam the gavl on uncertainty, and turn dirt and cement into dreams.

People's dreams.

But what if that same woman whose job was turning plans into reality found her own life barren like an unmarked plot.

Here is the story of Angeline Mary Wangoi Miner, a real estate saleswoman fending for herself shortly before

joining Compass and her young life that was cut short and quietly buried.

by the silence of the police.

It was December 11th, 2022 in Nakuru County.

The evening started like any other for Mary Wangoi.

A family dinner at home in Barnaba's area. [laughter] Laughter in the living room [music] and

many nothings with her elder sister Tracy Nyamura and a quiet promise to return from a night out.

We were just relaxing in N's house. uh she was staying in Bar Nabas in Gil in

Nakuru and uh she received a call.

There's a friend of her who was inviting her to uh to a party and

she told me that she would go because it was the second time she was being invited. Uh and this time she couldn't decline and as not to disappoint again.

The phone call came at a moment when nothing felt dangerous.

Mary Wangoi had been at home in Barnabas in that early evening hour

when daylight had not fully surrendered when the night was already announcing itself through noise. Matos leaning on

their horns. Borda borders weaving impatiently between pedestrians.

was spilling out of kiosks in competing rhythms.

Inside the house there had been calm, the quiet presence of family, just normaly for Wangoi and her sister.

The call to Wangoi was brief and not dramatic.

She had received a plan. It was supposed to be a night out. They said it was a party. And moments later, transport

money had dropped into her phone. The confirmation that the evening had shifted direction.

Mary had stood already halfway committed.

That decision was made as naturally as so many others before.

The party had been planned for Kiamun, a neighborhood known for its off-campus

freedom. Popular with Cabra University students looking for space that is away from rules and supervision.

These house parties often followed an unspoken script.

Alcohol flowing easily, substances circulating quietly,

boundaries loosening, music growing louder as the night

deepened. For many students, it was where youth played itself out recklessly at times but predictably.

So Mary stepped outside.

Barnabas had greeted her with its usual chaos.

The Matu terminals had been alive.

Conductors shouting destinations over one another.

Engines were rumbling and passengers were squeezing in and out of vehicles with practiced impatience.

She had moved [music] through it easily, blending into the crowd like another

young woman heading somewhere unremarkable [music] and unnoticed.

Behind at the Matu terminus was Tracy, alone and heavily pregnant, now having to go up the staircase alone.

I even remember escorting her to the bus [music] station.

Oh, I remember she told me that she'll be back the following day early by 8.

So, it was okay with me. I allowed her to go. She boarded a mat bound for Kiamun.

As it had pulled away, the density of Barnabas had given way to quieter roads

and studentfilled residential stretches where clusters of young people walked in small groups. Laughter rising and

falling. The night still full of promise.

Somewhere ahead her host well her boyfriend maker Kipro teach had been

waiting along with other students already settling into the rhythm of the party.

Mary Wangui had believed this was a short journey out for the night back home later

and she had no way of knowing that this matter to ride from the noisy streets of Barnabas

to the student enclaves of Kiamuni would be the last ordinary journey she would ever make.

She had stepped into the night expecting it to give her back safely. It never did.

Day uh at around at exactly 8, I started calling her. She couldn't pick my call.

I kept on calling. I kept on calling.

The phone was going through but there was no one was receiving.

Uh when it got to around 9 9:30 there, I started getting worried.

So, I had to inform my other sister was staying at a place called Baroo.

I called her and I as I told her that my that Mary had gone to a party and I'm

trying to reach her and she's not even receiving my phone.

So, my sister just laughed. The one that I called, she just laughed and told me, "It's like you don't know Mary. Mary,

she'll have to greet all her friends in Nakuru before she comes back. So, just be patient. She'll be back. Hours

earlier, Wangui had spoken to her father. She told him that she and Tracy would be coming home the following day.

It was a public holiday Jamu day and there was no sense of urgency in her

voice only the ease of a daughter making ordinary plans with her father.

on 12 because

So that was on 11.

So,

so, on that particular day 11

The man who made the phone call was make a keep for teach together with friends.

He said he wanted to spend the night in [music] the company of Mary Wangoi and other young women. By his account, it was simply a party.

Mika was not a stranger to record. Now, his name appears on Cabra University's

2023 graduation list among 49 other students who satisfied the requirements

for the award of a Bachelor of Science in Clinical Medicine. a course built

around care, ethics, and the preservation of life. On paper, his

future was clear. What happened that night, however, was not.

MTC. Wangi had not been drawn simply by the idea of a prince charming, but by

the resemblance she thought she saw between them.

She was drawn to the future he appeared to represent.

She carried an insatiable hunger to join the medical world herself and Cabra University or the Kenya Medical Training College had long featured in her plans.

She trusted the familiarity of that ambition and she followed it and that perhaps was the crulest irony of all.

It was now December 12th.

Tracy was not the only one waiting for Mary. Remember back at home in Gilgill, they were both expected. Plans had been

made. The assumption was simple that Mary would return from her party and the day would continue as planned.

But Mary was yet to return home in Barnabas.

So we didn't remember to even call to ask and being at the center of it all. Tracy was feeling the weight of the heat.

Something inside her was burning. It was not a good feeling. She felt it before she could name it.

There was this tightening in her chest. A quiet heat spreading through her body.

The kind that comes not from panic, [music] but from instinct.

Something was wrong. Not loudly wrong, just wrong enough to refuse to be ignored. Even though her other sister insisted it was all fine.

That's how young girls behave. She said it became so alarming at around 11.

I kept calling. I kept calling. The phone is not being received but it is going through. So, I called

again my other sister. I told her the same and she told me ah this is not too much.

Uh she told me okay we talked and she told me that h that is a bit alarming then we

need to find out maybe what is happening but it never crossed our mind that such a thing could have happened

but the worst was yet to come everything was happening too fast and it all appeared [music] like a script from a

Danielle Steel thriller at around 100 p.m. The letter the letter called me and she told me there's a

story that is going on in FB that we need to we need to check

out because it's like they're describing somebody that looks like our sister.

Then I asked her what do you mean?

She told me just go to this and this. It was Nakuru moms and dads. No Nakuru moms. somebody has posted something. So

I immediately went there and after seeing what was h what was trend in there, it was about a girl who

was killed and uh her body was dumped somewhere at Gata Bridge. Yeah.

So, the way they described her, there's only one thing that made me switch off and say, "No, this can't be my sister."

because they said that it's a dark-skinned girl. Her complexion was black and knowing my sister that couldn't be

her. So, I went back to my to my other sister and I told her, "Yeah, I've followed the story, but that cannot be

Mary because the way they explaining her body complexion, that can't be Mary." We just relaxed. We waited. We waited.

But all this time, I'm just worried because [music] it's getting too late.

And it was at 300 p.m. again she called me. She told me, "No, this is this is a bit serious.

Can you just talk to the one that posted whatever she posted? Ask her for more information."

So, I gathered courage. I talked to the lady.

The lady was Margaret Waka, a resident of Nakuru.

She wasn't comfortable holding an interview with Murder Tips when we reached out to her.

I told her just if you're near her, can you just take a picture and send me?

And she told me no, I can't do that. The police are around and we're not allowed even to go near the place.

So I just decided now I have a I have a her I have many most of her phones in

most of her pictures in my phone. So, I took a picture that is black and white because they already told me that the

body is she has a black complexion. So, I looked for a photo that is black and white so that she can compare with what

with whoever she's seeing there. Then she tell me if there's any similarities. I sent her the photo.

She immediately called me. No, she has called the number and immediately called me. She told me I'm very sorry. I think

this is your sister. I still didn't believe. I told her, "But you said that she has a red ribbon uh on her head." My sister didn't come.

That is not her color. Actually, she can't put a red ribbon on her head. Then she told me, "No, actually it's not a ribbon. It's her hair." She had plated

black hair, then red at [music] the back.

then still not getting it's I'm not still believing what she's telling me.

So, I just said like that my sister keeps calling. I don't even want to talk. But

then later on I called my the husband to my s. No I called my s and told her if she could talk to her husband because

she works he works in in Makuru town so that he can do a follow up and go maybe and confirm because at that

time I couldn't move. I was almost uh due. I was pregnant. I was almost due and I couldn't make to go to such a place.

Now my in-law went there.

When he went there, he told he told he was told that the police have already taken the body and it has already

been taken to the morg. So, he decided to go there. He went and uh that's when he

confirmed that indeed it was our [music] sister.

So, he called us and told us that I'm sorry but this is Mary.

You're watching Mother Tapes. We took a short break.

Mary was dead. Now it was time to figure out how to inform Mr. minor back in Gilgill about this sad tragic development.

But when we went to our exact had happened

to the nearest constitution.

some young ladies.

The viceian's body was dumped here near Angata Bridge along the Nakurel Dorat Highway.

She was naked, cold to the touch.

Investigators would later estimate that she had been dead for several hours before she was discovered.

her body left exposed beside a road that never truly sleeps.

It was this discovery and the details that followed that compelled Murder Tips to look closer, not just at how Mary Wangoi died, but at what happened after.

to look closer at the gaps, the silences, the sudden slowing of a case that had begun with urgency and then

inexplicably [music] lost its momentum.

As the facts were examined, uncomfortable questions began to emerge about decisions made by police and

avenues that were not pursued by police, about an investigation that appeared at

critical moments to look away from itself.

So, was this merely incompetence or was it neglect? Or was it something more deliberate and sinister?

In the next few minutes, Murder Tips takes a sharp turn away from the official narrative and into the spaces

police records do not explain. Murder tips is asking questions that investigators either failed to ask or

chose not to. And we are doing this because when justice stalls without

reason, Murder Tips [music] believes it is no longer enough to ask what happened. We must also ask why.

So, let's do this and hope we can finally shed some light here or at least show

with finality how investigators and the prosecution failed Mary Wangoi.

Was there really a party? [music] The media by accounts from Wangoi's family [music]

described the alleged meetup as a party to welcome first years to the university.

However, several things make murder tips doubt [music] that narrative.

The first one is that there exists nothing online to show that Kabra University students had organized any such party.

So [music] I went to Nakuru for a second time to get clarity on this party.

I posed the question to Wango's cousin

party. To me, after gathering all uh information, to me, I guess there was no

party and maybe the issue of party was just meant just to entice her to come so that

they can meet. Probably the guy had that motive.

Uh and the only thing she the guy knew is I'll entice her there is a party

cuz after the postmortm uh the doctor confirmed to us the girl

her passage was broke and that she was unable to breathe. And

out of it the last food that they she ate at her place.

Meaning that even is possible.

Here is more context.

It is about 8 kilometers from Cabra University to where Wangoi's body was found. And that is if you are using the

unofficial road. It will be much more of a distance if you chose to go back to Nakuru town then turn oEldorat Highway then Tongata Bridge. the scene of the tragic discovery.

So where was this party held and did someone carry Wangoi's body for 8 kilometers from Cabro University?

In a screenshot capturing communication between Tracy and Margaret Waka, the woman who first alerted the family to

the death of their daughter, Tracy states that Mary Wangoi had been invited to a house party. Now, this detail

matters a lot. Maybe not to the police, but to murder tips. You see, that

message was sent just hours after Mary left home at a time when the night's events were still unfolding and Mary's

itinerary remained fresh in Tracy's mind.

We believe there was no benefit then to reinterpretation or hindsight.

What Tracy relayed was simply what she knew. where Mary had said she was going

and why. We believe that this information was still fresh in Tracy's mind and she had no way of confusing

whether it was a house party or a compass party.

Based on this contemporaneous communication, Murder Tips is inclined to believe that the gathering that Mary

attended was indeed a house party, not a formal or organized student event.

It is a small detail, but one rooted in immediacy and often those are the

details closest to the truth. And in the absence of any official clarification from Cabra University regarding this

tragic incident, I for delivered a letter to the university's management seeking clarity on the events of that

day and whether any student related activity may have been involved. The request was made in the interest of

fairness, accuracy, and responsible reporting. Another

question, perhaps the most basic of all, appears never to have been interrogated.

And that is that the phone call that drew Mary Wangoi out of the house came from a known individual.

Police records identify him as Mika Kiproich.

So, what is his account of that night? He denied he denied everything.

They were in the party. That is what he's saying.

That's what he said. And that is precisely what Murder Tips [music] finds difficult to comprehend.

I may not claim to be the most romantic person around but from everything we have established

the relationship between Mika Kiproich and Mary Wangoi appeared close.

Whether it was intimate, Murder Tips cannot say. What is clear to Mother Tips

is that this relationship was significant.

It was personal and it was special in its own way.

So significant in fact that Mika did not want Wangoi to disappoint them a second time.

And so I struggle to understand how after insisting that Mary Wangoi attend

this party to the point of sending her transport money, Mika would then allow her to find her way home alone.

How does a man who calls, persuades, and even facilitates her journey, picks her

up at the bus terminus, then suddenly leave her to fend for herself to find

her way home? [music] At what point did responsibility end?

Under what circumstances did Mary Wangoi leave the alleged party?

And then there exists what investigators and courts know as the doctrine of last

seen with. It is a simple but powerful principle in law where a person is last

seen alive in the company of another and shortly thereafter is found dead. Now the burden shifts. I

will allow advocate Kioa to take it over from there.

It is um it is a product of what we call circumstantial evidence where a person

of interest or an accused person is a person who was last seen with a deceased, a victim of a murder or or a

victim of a killing.

And uh what happened is that that now after corroborative evidence has has been uh proferred.

The accused is now invited to explain his whereabouts uh and uh the whereabouts of the victim.

if he's unable to provide a reasonable explanation to discharge the

the guilty presumption that he might have been involved in the murder of the victim, then he's deemed to be guilty.

There are several elements.

 [clears throat]

First, there has to be there has to be content evidence that points fingers towards

the victim being last seen with this person and then there is no further explanation on the whereabouts of the

deceased up until either when the body is discovered uh or either uh yeah there is there is

nothing to explain away what happened after that. So, it is only that information of what happened after the

meeting after this person being last seen with the deceased is information only peculiarly

and uh exclusively at the possession of the of the accused. In Mary Wongoi's case, police records acknowledge that

Maker Kiproich was the last known person to have summoned Wongoi,

hosted the gathering she attended and received her at the terminus.

That alone should have triggered rigorous interrogation under this doctrine. It should have anchored

timelines, fondate analysis, witness corroboration, and forensic reconstruction of her final

movements. But instead, that legal lever appears never to have been pulled,

leaving a gaping hole where accountability should have been.

actual investigating officer.

She just blocked me. She couldn't talk to me.

very inquisitive from the middle of things.

hoping that maybe she's going to

we've seen other cases where justice have been served. So, we are still hopeful.

Yeah. Though I don't know if we in in the matter of a death.

I I don't know how justice is served when it comes to death. You know, death is not like let's say abduction.

When your loved one is abducted, then they come back to you safe and sound and

whoever had done the abduction is t action is taken against them. Then you can say that justice has been served.

It's totally different when you lose a loved one. You'll never see that person again. three sisters, the firstborn

after learning her death, she somehow got shocked and she had some

issues with uh with her heart actually after

it came as a result of

complications. Zoho. So, it was double tragedy.

We later lost another sister uh who was having heart conditions.

She kept calling and asking me why would somebody take the life of Mary?

What is it that she did so big that she that somebody will just take her life away?

It's something you never ever been able to understand. It's a question that you'll never be able to answer.

They are not the best that the country need to have.

They only [music] suit the political class. And for example, this was a political issue.

within but since this is not a political issue

that's the reason why happened so it's the high time the

government need to employ or to give work those who qualify the horror the suffocation

the sexual assault such a senseless brutal end for a young woman with a future now stolen.

But sadly, we live in a nation plagued by unresolved murders and a justice system

struggling under its own weight. So, let's be honest. Mary Wangoi's case did

not fail because there were no leads. It failed because someone somewhere stopped caring. Look here. She went to meet

people. She actually met them. Then her body was found. A suspect was arrested

and then the system went quiet. That silence is not neutral. Silence is

always or most times a decision. It tells a grieving family that their daughter's life was not important enough

to pursue. It tells the public that investigations in this country can simply be abandoned without explanation,

without accountability, without consequence, especially consequence.

If the police have evidence, then prosecute. And if they don't, explain why an arrest was made in the first

place. And if the truth is uncomfortable, if it implicates failures, if it implicates negligence or

something worse, then hiding behind closed files will not make it disappear.

Open an inquest. Put the evidence on record. Put witnesses under oath. Let

the facts speak. Because when the state goes quiet after a murder, it is no longer just incompetence.

It begins to look like protection.

Mary Wangoi was not just another name in a file. She was a citizen whose life the state had a duty to protect and a duty to explain when that protection failed.

Thanks for watching. Good evening.

 

 

 

 

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