Being a son of a poacher and having been brought up in a village that exist in the canopy of Mt Kenya Forest.
I was acclimated into poaching and that was my way of life and a major economical activity of Matindûruko Ja maraî village.
A perfect poacher knows poaching is technically considered a criminal offence so he should be either early riser or lychnobite.
I was an early riser. Before cockcrow that was my time to start poaching activities.
One Day if my memory servers my well, vividly I remember it was on 25th December . I woke up took my tools of work as usual Knife, arrows , bow, match box and finally whistled for my dog Simba to awoke him and alert him we are ready for our usual poaching businesses in the forest we should leave immediately.
we quickly left and few metres from our homestead I met “Ramare” Ameru worriers around 200 in number who bumped into me singing “othi” circumcision disco and my Simba could not withstand this he swiftly escaped since today I have never ever seen him.
Again my tools of work “varnished” to be precise they were stolen by ‘ramare’
They started anointing me with white soil on forehead a requirement by Ameru tradition for boy who is meeting “Mutani”circumciser “Kûringwa ira”.
Most common method of poaching being pitfall traps, a large holes dug in the ground covered with leaves and plants to trap animals trying to cross over. They were admonishing me for stealing their trapped animals but I was never given a chance to mount my re-battle defense. According to me their accusations was malice.
I was stripped and taken into the river Kathita immersed in a could water because cold water provides anesthesia before meeting circumciser “Mutani”. After Mutani was done he blessed me cleansed his knife using milk and honey and that how I quitted poaching.