AÂ formerÂ city campusÂ studentÂ leaderÂ was brutally murdered, following a scuffle at an off-campus joint where comrades at the institution usually seek cheap food and liquor.
The scuffle was reportedly about ownership of the land upon which the joint sits and the kiosks therein. TheÂ formerÂ student'sÂ leaderÂ had earlier alleged that "Mungiki" wielding "guns and pangas" were plotting to grab the place.Â HeÂ was shot whenÂ heÂ allegedly led a group of people to reclaim the land from these "Mungiki."
I have seen a lot of things written about this comrade online and I can't help but shake my head in utter disbelief. So I decided to write mine because, you know, freedom of speech et al.
Before I even go any further with this tribute, I want to state here categorically (been long since anyone used that word, I feel like a school principal) that nobody - absolutely nobody - deserves to go out the wayÂ heÂ did. That was death in such a brutally cold manner that I wouldn't wish on any of my worst enemies.
But, see here's the thing, lyrics from a song by Rock City kept ringing in my head when I heard of theÂ formerÂ Kilimani Ward MCA aspirant's death: "LiveÂ by the gun,Â dieÂ by the gun.. you kind of had it coming."
Listen, I am neither glorifying death here nor saying "good riddance" to whatever happened to him. I am not that person. What I am saying, however, is that I refuse to sing praises to a downright evil person as society wants us to just because they're dead. That I will not do.
I write this on an evening after visiting the crime scene. I spoke to those Mama Mbogas and listened as they narrated to me the horrors they went through under the rogueÂ studentÂ leader. ThatÂ heÂ would show up with his cohorts and they would demand money from the traders for security else they would beat them to a pulp. They seemed relieved, following that death. Their faces said it all.
Here's what I do know, however, about three or so years ago my brother was running forÂ studentÂ leadership at the institution. This one day, whenÂ heÂ had no money at all,Â heÂ ran into the rogueÂ leaderÂ andÂ heÂ told him: "If you're not going to give me any money then I'm going to sell this suit you're wearing to get some."
And it was all funny untilÂ heÂ actually did it;Â heÂ forcefully stripped my brother down to his boxers - in public - and walked away with his suit, leaving him half naked in front of over 30 people.
The truth of the matter is theÂ leaderÂ was an unbelievably evil man whoÂ livedÂ his life on the brink of unparalleled violence.Â HeÂ caused so much pain to so many fellow comrades that even I believeÂ heÂ will not find any peace in his afterlife.