I am on the right of the third row of a matatu on
my way back to beat the curfew or face a possible thorough beating by the
prison officers manning Kamukunji Estate, Eldoret. Like a typical Kamukunji estate matatu,
the vehicle hits a pavement while overlapping, and the loud music runs into a
dead silent halt. Kamau (not his real name) bangs the dashboard severally, but
the incoming sound is too distorted for our ears.