I write this sitting on a strong 20 litre kibuyu,at a corner in Gathagu’s humble house.Gathagu doesn’t have chairs at his house but i know he will be sitting in a swivel some day.He has a Haojinn nduthi parked at the next corner.And we brought a Royal sound subwoofer the other night.So today am able to bump some nasty trap.And there’s a Joe Badass jam playing.
“This is for my peoples out there trynna stay alive”
Gathagu has been alive since 1988.Not because life has been fun but because he has to live it.He tells me about his first wife and kid.And his next lover.Then about his curren girlfriend in High school.
“She left when our kid was 3 years old.Am glad nimeweza kulea mtoi hadi saa hi ako 7.” He tells me.
“Lakini maisha ni kubwa” he says.
“Enyewe” I add calmly
He goes on telling me that story.How some years later he moved on but his runaway wife found out and went and knifed his girl to death.Weirdly,these are the stories that excite me these days.Life…
“Lakini saa hii mtoi nimemchunga.Nalipa fees.And she lives with my elder sister in town.Nothing excites me like paying her school fees,buying her clothes,akikuja aniambie ati daddy sina pencil,ndo atleast naona niko na family.”
But Gathagu is around 8 years older than me.So i feel like my story would be boring.And i decide to tell him about my brother serving life sentence at Kamiti Maximum prison,Kenya’s Guantanamo Bay.I tell him how he is my favorite brother but now everytime we meet I see him in chains and it breaks my heart.I tell him about my brother’s times in the army and how i remember them.What a soldier he was but his country didn’t defend him in his lowest times.I tell him about his crime.How maybe he allegedly murdered his wife.
” Fuck!” He exclaims,showing much more interest now.
“Na venye mi hufikiria uko tu fiti.nothing to think about.” He yells.
“Maisha ni kubwa” I remind him.