KENYA: Two die, scores injured in Thika Road blasts

Two die, scores injured in Thika Road blasts
Two die, scores injured in Thika Road blasts

At least two people have died and more than fifty injured in two separate explosions involving buses along Nairobi’s Thika Road.

The Casualties include 5 children who are nursing serious injuries.

Both blasts occured along Thika superhighway with the first going off outside the Bluesprings Hotel and the second one at the Kasarani underpass.

The blasts were set off in two high capacity buses and an unknown number of casualties has been rushed to the Kenyatta National Hospital and Ruaraka Uhai Neema Hospital.

Confirming the deaths, Dr. Antonio Milito of Ruaraka Uhai Neema Hospital who received all the casualties, said that two people died and more than fifty suffered multiple injuries and were referred to Kenyatta National Hospital and Guru Nanak Hospital for specialised treatment.

The two buses, belonging to Jean transporters and Mwi Sacco, filled to near capacity were travelling from town to Githurai.

GSU and plainclothes are at the scenes of the blasts.

Disaster operation through their Twitter handle @NDOCKenya have said that sections of Thika Road have been closed off and traffic has been diverted.

“Traffic towards Mwiki, Kasarani and onward to Thika is being diverted. Thika Road section between Jambo grill and TRM roundabout is closed.”

Reports of a third blast at the Hilton Hotel have been proved false.

Source: Daily Nation

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