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In the ten-by-ten shack, Maina, four years old, is writing his home assignment. Kamau, Maina’s dad, drunk and angry comes home. He wants to know whether his pregnant wife is carrying his child or not. He storms the house and descends on her with blows and kicks. Battered to near death, writhing in a pool of blood, Kamau raises a stool above his head in order to crush her skull. Maina, bolstered by anger, sinks a kitchen knife into his dad’s spine, killing him instantly. Now thirty-three years old, Maina is haunted by his past and tortured by poverty. He enlists himself into violent robbery. Then Love raids his life. Nyawira, a beautiful woman, steals his heart, begs him to quit robbery. He relents, but with serious financial implications. He must find an alternative means of survival. Maina becomes a matatu driver. Their first child is diagnosed with heart failure, depleting...
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