Deep dive into the slums of Nairobi — 3 years ago
If Thomas Akare’s The Slums was a full-throttle blast of bleakneess, Meja Mwangi’s brand of narrative is more considered – perhaps empathy comes to him more easily. This is not to say that irony doesn’t suffuse the writing or that the zingers don’t shock you. This is a full frontal look at the slums of Nairobi and their denizens. You can smell the stench of their shacks, taste the bootleg liquor they drown themselves in and linger in the predatory atmosphere. Everyone uses everyone else, that’s the way of the jungle. Sex, work, leisure is all about money and power. A brilliant and relentless novel that even manages to find soul and brotherhood among the futility.