Of Mathenge and traitors who became heroes

By Peter Thatiah

At the beginning of 1956, I strongly felt we needed to change our rules of engagement with the colonial establishment. General Mathenge Mirugi, among others, shared this feeling. In the following two months we suffered overwhelming number of defections and cases of mutiny. This made me think we were definitely doing something wrong.

Former President Jomo Kenyatta and Government officials meet some of the Mau Mau fighters soon after independence in 1963. [PHOTO: FILE/STANDARD]

One bullet went through my collarbone and the other ripped out a chunk of my thigh. My men fled as I was taken away to the military base at Kangaru in Embu. The junior officers wanted to execute me right there but a senior one intervened. They took me to hospital but when the doctors realised that I was Gen Kassam they refused to treat me. My leg began to rot and they only came to amputate it. They did not even bother to put me under anaesthesia and it was very painful.

Manyani prison

Luckily, I did not have my rifle when I was arrested and so I could not be sent to the gallows. A court sitting in Thika sent me to Manyani for detention. I was not officially jailed. Many of my colleagues were detained at this time. With Kimathi awaiting execution at Kamiti, Mathenge having disappeared and myself behind bars, there was a general lack of direction amongst those who were left behind.

The staunchest outfit of the Mau Mau turned out to be the Meru faction. None of their leaders was arrested and they stayed in the forests longer than everyone else.

When I arrived at Manyani prison in 1956, I thought they kept cattle because there was a cattle dip full of slimy insecticide. Little did I know that it was meant for men. They threw me inside there even though I had only one leg and I had to be assisted by the other men who had been tossed there to make it to the other side.

The following year they took me to a Nyeri court and charged me with murder . The trial did not proceed and I was taken to Kangubiri detention camp near Kagumo. It was while I was there that reports of Kimathi’s execution reached me. I thought I was next. Then I was taken to Kandongu detention camp. Here I found that the head of camp was a tall and impressively dressed young African man.

But he was extremely brutal and when the guards refused to drag me to my quarters because I had only one leg, he did so. His name was Isaiah Mathenge, who’d later become a PC. Mathenge exhibited incredible contempt towards us and he would spit in our faces as he spoke.

Later in 1957 I was taken to Kathigiriri detention camp. Here I met another young African in-charge. He was extremely brutal. He would wear metal spikes in his fingers and punch you very hard. The young man was Jeremiah Kiereini. The punishments that were spelt out in this camp were extreme and many people died.

In 1958 I was taken to Hola on what they called ‘exile’. I tried to escape but my efforts were in vain. I once even attacked a white DO to provoke him to shoot me but he didn’t even touch me. I was tired of living and I wished I had a rifle. Finally, with Kenyatta as Prime Minister, we were all released unconditionally in 1962.

I was reunited with my wife. Up to her death last year, she lived a painful life because she never regained full health after the beatings of the 1950s. My father could not give me land, explaining that the Mau Mau slaughtered all his cows. And because I was the owner of the Mau Mau, as he put it, I had gotten my share of the inheritance. But I bought my own land near our home and Kenyatta helped me acquire another one in Nyandarua. I also bought my first car and settled home.

Kenyatta’s talk

After independence in 1963 Kenyatta called me and he told me that I was to accompany Dr Munyua Waiyaki, Lukas Nguriti and Kariuki Gichi on a tour of our former bases and ask all those who had not left the forest to come out.

All of them did, except Baimungi and some of his more fanatical followers. Baimungi was later killed and only then did his outfit agree to disband and go home. None of them was prosecuted. A good number of the younger ones were recruited into the disciplined forces.

Looking back, I have lived a full life and I have no regrets about my struggles, misfortunes and accomplishments. If you would take me back to 1950 again in the same circumstances, I would still take arms and go to the forest of Mt Kenya.

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