My dad disowned me for refusing to shed blood

Kevin Mwangi was raised in a Mungiki family of nine siblings. His father was head of Mungiki in Mathare, Nairobi, where his family was feared. After all, his father was also a ruthless thug. 

All four brothers joined Mungiki, and became armed robbers, thanks to their father who taught them that crime and bloodshed were the only routes to prosperity. But the wages of sin is death. All his brothers were gunned down.

When the post-election violence erupted following the bungled 2007 elections, their neighbours turned against them, burned their house and evicted them.

“It was a shock to my dad as all his cash was stored in the house. His entire life savings were reduced to ashes,” recalls Mwangi who was left at the care of his five sisters who had fled with their mother. 

“My father tried recruiting me into Mungiki, but I resisted. In fact he despised and often called me a coward who couldn’t shed blood. There was a day he scolded me so badly, I hired a gun, loaded it and stepped out for an ‘operation’. He even blessed and advised me to be careful,” Mwangi narrates.

But when the family was evicted, he sought refuge in a church, where he sang in the choir, but was later kicked out. He found a home in an abandoned kanjo toilet, which was flooded. “I unblocked and cleaned it and started charging residents Sh5 to use it, but it also doubled up as my house,” he said.

He was making good money, which attracted competition. He was attacked and chased from the area, forcing him to relocate to the Dandora dumpsite, where he became a guard before being lured into crime, robbing people in Westlands before retreating to the safety of the dumpsite.

“I engaged in crime after rejection from the people I thought could hold my hand and guide me. I expressed my bitterness through crime, hoping it would help me end my life easily instead of struggling and paying for my father’s mistakes,” he explained.

Mwangi’s gang members were later all gunned down by cops and he changed his life after surviving six attempts by police to kill him.

“I believe God had a reason for sparing my life. In all the operations I was involved in, I used to stop my colleagues from shedding innocent blood. Sometimes I risked my life and returned to pull back those we had mugged to safety before running away.”

After escaping death narrowly for the sixth time, this was after an aborted plan in Westlands, Mwangi boarded a matatu to Dandora   which had a pastor who was preaching “it was as if he was talking to me. Since I had a gun, I could not stand and confirm that it was me being preached about. I patiently waited until the pastor alighted then followed him and confessed.  That’s how I began a new chapter in my life.”

Mwangi later reconciled with his neighbours in Mathare and a chance meeting with someone looking for a German Shepherd totally changed his life.

“I took him where he bought the dog for Sh40,000 and I was given a puppy free of charge,” he recalls of how he began breeding dogs and later selling puppies for Sh15,000. “That was my breakthrough, the one puppy I was gifted made me a farmer of different animals.”

Mwangi now supplies eggs in Mathare, breeds commercial turkeys and is a renowned breeder of German Shepherds, which he sells for between Sh12,000 and Sh15,000, besides training talented musicians and skaters in Mathare.