Let me just state that this is a book which broke my heart. Its protagonists, two wonderful men, Meja and Maina who are trying to fight against all odds in this uncertain world. It shos how they went through the whole cycle, trying to get a legal job, knocking on doors of companies and at one point, Maina lost his shoe after being thrown out of such a space by the security officer. Well, that’s when the story begins.
It brings to light very serious issues.
One of the most disturbing one is when they were on the streets and they “stole” something in a paper bag. When Meja threw it to Maina and ordered him to run. In the typical Kenyan reaction, the crowd started running for him baying for his blood. Unsure what the content was, they chased until they caught up with the thief and beat him up. It was only later when they discovered that he had two rotten mangoes, and it begs the question of how many people have died due to such simple stealing, wanting to put food in their stomachs.
Another interesting bit for me was when Maina would steal milk from one avenue and resell it in a different estate. I figured out that that was a brilliant means to earn an income, and it worked well, despite him being caught at a later stage. It was application of the knowledge and being an amazing schemer that won my heart.
Could I point out that the fire that razed the slums where they lived remains a mystery to me. It is something that has always disturbed me- how fires swipe a whole slum and a few years later, skyscrapers stand on the land. This has been quite a common trend, especially believed that some politicians are behind getting this land.
Ironically, the title of the book is Kill Me Quick. However, whatever the two do, death seems to be very distant. It does not appeal to them and when it eventually comes, it meets a very frustrated Maina, who was trying to secure the land that was given by his father.
Another interesting aspect is how the two citizens preferred being in prison so that they could have food. A friend of mine recently went to the local police station to report on a stolen phone and met an eighteen year old begging to be arrested, as he had not eaten for a whole week. He preferred being behind bars as he is assured of a hot meal. It kills me to see how we have sunk to this….A while ago, we were our brother’s keeper. Now we do not even have a brother.
What stood out for me, and for many Kenyans who will read this book, is how often we are hit by situations of despair, who we are tempted to give up, how we are often given the unfair share of life…. but we look at it from the resilience we share. The two protagonists have literally tried everything, including mining in a quarry yet Maina was disabled from a mob justice beating. For me, what stands out is how they look for a niche, take advantage of it and hack life through it. This, for me, represented me. I have always looked at those bits where I see an area of weakness, hit it hard and made a killing. I remember their reunion and how excited they were when they met each other, and it reminded me of how amazing I feel every time I meet someone familiar especially in an unfamiliar territory- for me, its however not prison, it is a country outside Kenya.
The book ends in death. For me, it was not forthcoming. I didn’t see people who have put everything