@Mpenzi, yes,very very many, hundreds actually especially the latter..more than the world knows or will probably ever know..the gals were absolutely innocent,clueless and had nowhere to run..pounced on by animals in the middle of the night while asleep. Someone told me later on that the screams inside the ladies' tents was like hell on earth. She told me she only survived by the grace of God by hiding under her bed.God, i don't even want to think about it.

@Kaigangio, endelea..

The first scream was so loud and full of agony...it was the type of scream coming from a human under excruciating pain from something close or worse than torture...a scream that could only be from a human facing a real death not even a threat of it....the scream came from one of the female’s barracks...soon after, hundreds more screams and wailing filled the air in the entire camp...

The enemy had started its attacks from the lady’s barracks...but wait, why would they start there yet the actual combatants and the real threats were the men and their residences were far apart? There was no time to answer this question and the only thing to urgently address was to find the actual location of the regulars and the ncios... we therefore abandoned the idea of all of us from the cells ground going to the drill ground and instead some of us go to the ladies barracks to counter the offensive...

About half of the colleagues separated and headed to the southern side of the camp...where the female barracks were located...and their immediate mission was to rescue the ladies, subdue the afandes and deliver the ladies to the POS (point of safety, along the fence line facing the KA ammunition)... for the rest of us that remained we headed for the drill ground....

as we were doing all this since the great capture of the cells and as we matched to the drill grounds we had forgotten one small detail which nobody under the circumstances gave thought to...that our hands were empty with no weapon...it was very interesting to note that we had prepared for war without really knowing what we would fight with and there was no time to figure out where they would come from...we held on to our match along the tarmacked road and hoped that we would make it to the drill ground before any attack, after all we needed to fight...that was wishful thinking...

A couple of steps ahead and we could see the edges of the drill ground and the podium (jukwaa) where the big boys used to sit during the passing out parades...the staff canteen was to the left and was surrounded with overgrown bourganvillea plant, but the villae along the road leading to it was very well trimmed....right behind the canteen were the staff houses for the commadant Solomon, his deputy Ngumi and Assistant Osole...next to the staff canteen was the administration block, but this block was fairly close to the road...on the right hand side of the road were other blocks which were used as barracks by the regular officers who did not participate in the training of the kurutus...in between these blocks was a dark patch extending about 80 metres as the place was not very well lit...

The screams in the female’s barracks were intensifying and seemed like they were drifting towards the nearby bushes and along the road towards the drill ground...it was not hard to note that the screams were made by ladies who were terribly scared, thoroughly scared and running for their dear lives...how tormenting it was for the matching soldiers!!!!

Just then.....there was a pandemonium at the back of the lot followed by guys shouting...”comrades watch out!”...two colleagues had been downed...the afandes had struck!!! The attacking party was composed of about 10 afandes...but again why would they send only ten afandes to about a hundred charged comrades??...no immediate answer to the question as we had an object and we were not really far from accomplishing it...

as all the attention was directed towards the direction of the commotion and with 3 colleagues and the 10 afandes down nobody noticed as a contingent of about 100 afandes approached from different directions of the dark alleys and stood just a couple of metres from our group, as if waiting for an instruction or a command...what followed was a full scale conflict and bloodletting, never seen before in NYS institutions, that was going to last the rest of the night and remain fresh in our memories for the rest of our lives....

Hello Wazuans,

The story so far is depicting similar activities that i watched in the movie by name "Escape from Sobibor", where the jews were taken to the concentration camps voluntarily by the Nazi.

Did his Excellency the President Daniel arap Moi invite these young, innocent pre-university youths to the NYS to annihilate and kill them?

I really pity these youths for what they were subjected to.

Kaigangio continue please.

I wish I was a journalist...

See my earlier post...

@ kaigangio, continue with the twist in the tale...

is this true?

Now, now @Wendz, you want the guy to go AWOL before finishing the story?

Very sad.

I hope that some journalist in this forum picks up this and does some investigative journalism. This seems like something akin to the Wagalla Massacre.

But how is it that campus students (some of the few voices that remained vocal thro the Moi torture years) did not keep this issue alive??

...the one minute that we stood there staring at each other indeed seemed like eternity...very long...perhaps in the minds of the afandes and comrades the ringing tone was one-wrong-step-and-we-are-dead-men...both the groups knew far too well that if one had to survive the night one had either to overpower or outrun the opponent...either way some skulls would have to be cracked and some bones broken if a winner had to be determined and remain standing...both groups stayed mean but the contingent of afandes looked meaner and there was no telling what their next cause of action was going to be...the stiff motionless dark silhouettes stood there very confidently with their batons on their shoulders on the ready and if we read them well the comrades were not being viewed by the afandes as humans but rather like snakes with soft heads to be crashed at the blow of the whistle...the comrades being as brave as we thought stood still evaluating and analysing each and every twitch of the unseen muscles in the afandes and at the same time looking for any unusual head signal that would usher in the violence..non seemed to be coming...there was no taking chances and any aggression would have to be countered with the severity that it deserved....as it stood the tension was running high enough and all that was required was a command and the thoroughfare would begin....

The command came...not from the comrades but the afandes...an order had been issued and without wasting any more time the contingent of afandes came charging like a hard of buffaloes and the battle began...we raised the alarm to warn our colleagues at the drill grounds and any other place....at first it was really tough for the comrades noting that we had no “weapons”.... our main concern therefore was to disarm these afandes and use their weapons ...we were actually accumulating casualties pretty fast and as the comrades became more and more weaker the afandes became more and more stronger...but we still held on and fought harder...we would not relent after all we needed to see the following day whether half dead or totally incapacitated...

The conflict must have been on for about 30 minutes when we started reversing the gains by the afandes albeit slowly...this gave us more motivation and revamped our previously rapidly diminishing energies...the battle ranged on...both sides were having fairly heavy casualties who lay scattered all over in the battle ground groaning in pain...it was about 12.00am in the morning as we continued our fight we noted that the afandes had started retreating actually faster than we thought they would do...we struck harder as the afandes were by this time weak and vulnerable...the situation eventually melted down to a group chasing the other and the afandes scuttled out of the area for their own safety in different directions...at least we felt that we had acquired some victory which we so desperately deserved...some of the comrades were left to attend to the injured colleagues while the rest of them advanced towards the parade grounds to join the others...

Elsewhere in the drill grounds the scenario ran similarly and we got the afandes out of the scene...the group from the cells ground eventually linked up with the group in the drill grounds...by this time the screams from the females barracks had subsided and what remained in the air was the shouts from the comrades combatants...there was peace...this is what we had yearned for since the previous evening when the conflict started...we were starving and exhausted...it was very cold and the frost was biting...the temperature must have been anywhere between 5 to 100C and very few comrades got time to grab sweaters or jackets before things fell apart....

It must have been about 1.00a.m in the morning when all of a sudden the screaming started again from the ladies barracks...we started off towards that direction, but wait...we had some comrades whom we had sent there and the number must have been big enough to protect the ladies...they had not joined us in the parade grounds and there had been no word from any of them either...we were also expecting that by now there should have been a large number of females who would have chosen to stay close to the male counterparts for their own safety...apparently there was only a handful...something was wrong...something was not going right... as we cleared the drill grounds on our match towards the female barracks we had to entered a treed field with scattered shelters stretching about 150m to get to the desired destination...the area was very dark as the lit areas were relatively far....although the moon was full this time it only managed some scattered pockets and shafts of light underneath the tree canopies, but on average it would not have helped much...as we matched to just near the middle of the field, hardly did we know that the darkness could be our best friend or the worst enemy...in our case it turned out to be the latter as this is the time that the most sickening and deadliest attack came....