Alex Nyaga is not afraid to deliver a joyous massacre of sacred cows. For instance, he is the high priest of the church of chapo-tura, for the unsullied, that is chapati and mutura. He does not apologise for this delicacy; if anything, he relishes it. “The simple things in life are your blessings,” he says. He likes what he likes. There’s no need to impress, and the only correct way to eat is to eat.
Which is surprising considering he is officious, suffering from feral OCD. The Zen master strives to contain the chaos of ordinary life. Order isn’t a bug in the system; it is his system. It’s baked in, priced in, hardwired. If he comes into your office and the wall art is crooked, he will put things straight. Everything is put in its place. Immaculate, meticulous, not a single hair falling out of place.
