Mathayo was an incorrigible drunk. In midafternoon, in rain and sunshine, he would stagger through the estate, singing circumcision songs and hurling obscenities at imaginary enemies. His scrawny figure, moving in zigzag formation, always had a way, like a heat seeking missile, of finding his house.
Despite his physical weakness, no one dared pick up a fight with Mathayo. The father of eight, had some superpower status when it came to physical combat. All his five sons were hardened boxers. His three daughters were fierce street fighters. If you touched one family member, they would all descend on you with kicks and blows. In the evenings, aggrieved parents would troop to his house to report cases of assault or attack from one of the Mathayo's.