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Confessions of a taxi driver 4: Blackmail isn't fun

Baba Toto

Village Elder
#1
Disclaimer: Another fictional instalment. I will put the links for the other instalments in the comments section.
If there is anything you can surmise from my stories, it is that I was a taxi driver who was very busy avoiding taxying ! The reason why I was hustling so hard was because I was looking for a way out of these mean streets. In addition to the money I got from Mheshimiwa and Cindy, I needed just a little extra to put my retirement plan into place. For this reason, I decided to roll the dice one more time by getting money out of a hard granite rock sitting in the middle of a minefield. I was going to blackmail Bibi ya Mheshimiwa. This meant double crossing the one person who made me piss myself in fear - her lover cum bodyguard.
The plan was simple. I would threaten to go to the newspapers with the video and they would cough up money to stop that happening. To avoid ending up feeding fish, I was going to make a copy and hide it in a safe place with instructions to a friend to expose the bitch if she turned on me. When she appeared in the company of a senior government minister on TV after a few days, I knew the fruit was ripe for picking.
I started by downloading the video to CD (I know, old school) and making a copy. I then took one copy and hid it between the roof and beams outside my door, wrapped in brown paper. Armed with the second copy, I headed into town. Out of curiosity, I decided to go to the head offices of a national newspaper and see whether they were willing to pay more for this juicy video. I queued up at the reception and asked whether I could see a notorious expose journalist who specialised in such sordid affairs. When the nosy receptionist asked why, I told her it was above her pay grade, a line I have always wanted to drop. She made me wait for one hour before allowing me up to the fourth floor.
Instead of handing him the CD, I showed him the original video on the phone. He howled in laughter and asked me if he could show it to his boss. I told him I would rather hold onto my phone and could he ask the manager to come and see it instead. He thought about it for a moment and insisted that it would be better to show him as he made the decisions about the value of such hot items. Promising to be right back, he asked his extremely beautiful secretary to make me a coffee and snack while I waited. I lustily watched her cute ass wiggle as she walked back and forth serving me. I drank the coffee and ate some biscuits as I chatted to her about work and life in the city.
When I looked at the clock, I noticed that I had been there for forty five minutes. I stood up and asked where he went. She tried to cover for him and when I started getting agitated, she seemed very nervous and tried to stall me. I immediately smelt a huge sewage rat. I asked her where the boss was located and she mumbled some excuses. I stood up suddenly and dashed to the door. 'Tell him I will come back in one hour' I lied. I ran down the stairs towards the exit and got a little confused. I ended up exiting through the back door into a deserted street. Since my taxi was parked maybe 200 metres from the front, I would have to go round several buildings to access it.
As I was walking down the side street, I spotted a gap between two buildings. As I cleared it into the street at the front of the buildings, I saw a familiar white Rangerover pull up outside the newspaper headquarters and four tough looking men jump out. They spread out and took up strategic positions in a manner that suggested surveillance training. I shot into a nearby shop hosting small stalls with clothes, phones and other crap. Walking over to the clothes shop, I chose a cowboy hat and leather jacket combo that would melt into any Nairobi crowd in minutes.
Tipping the hat low, I casually but cautiously sauntered towards my car. I started it and drove past the Rangerover parked near the front of the building. No one noticed the beat up Toyota and as I passed the main entrance, I saw my nemesis and the journalist who betrayed me deep in conversation with Bibi ya Mheshimiwa. I knew my goose was thoroughly cooked. I continued driving until I reached my house. It was time to make it my ex house.
To avoid suspicion, I packed some clothes into a gunia and shoved my money deep in the middle. I retreived the CD and then walked to the gate. I casually informed the watchman that I was taking my clothes to be repaired. It was quite painful to leave behind all of my possessions but it would be more painful not to be alive to enjoy them. I put them in the boot and left. I drove to Thika Road and located a car dealership that belonged to a friend of a friend. I told him that I wanted to upgrade my car and identified another anonymous Toyota. We haggled over the price of the two cars until we agreed a deal. The difference in price was most of the money I had. I went in the office and signed the paperwork.
Moving all the stuff from my car to the new one, I said goodbye to him and left. I drove through the bypass to Ridgeways and then Gitaru and took the road to Nakuru. I stopped at a small phone shop and bought a cheap phone and new phone line.
This was it.
I was outta this town.
 

Giggz

Village Elder
#8
Disclaimer: Another fictional instalment. I will put the links for the other instalments in the comments section.
If there is anything you can surmise from my stories, it is that I was a taxi driver who was very busy avoiding taxying ! The reason why I was hustling so hard was because I was looking for a way out of these mean streets. In addition to the money I got from Mheshimiwa and Cindy, I needed just a little extra to put my retirement plan into place. For this reason, I decided to roll the dice one more time by getting money out of a hard granite rock sitting in the middle of a minefield. I was going to blackmail Bibi ya Mheshimiwa. This meant double crossing the one person who made me piss myself in fear - her lover cum bodyguard.
The plan was simple. I would threaten to go to the newspapers with the video and they would cough up money to stop that happening. To avoid ending up feeding fish, I was going to make a copy and hide it in a safe place with instructions to a friend to expose the bitch if she turned on me. When she appeared in the company of a senior government minister on TV after a few days, I knew the fruit was ripe for picking.
I started by downloading the video to CD (I know, old school) and making a copy. I then took one copy and hid it between the roof and beams outside my door, wrapped in brown paper. Armed with the second copy, I headed into town. Out of curiosity, I decided to go to the head offices of a national newspaper and see whether they were willing to pay more for this juicy video. I queued up at the reception and asked whether I could see a notorious expose journalist who specialised in such sordid affairs. When the nosy receptionist asked why, I told her it was above her pay grade, a line I have always wanted to drop. She made me wait for one hour before allowing me up to the fourth floor.
Instead of handing him the CD, I showed him the original video on the phone. He howled in laughter and asked me if he could show it to his boss. I told him I would rather hold onto my phone and could he ask the manager to come and see it instead. He thought about it for a moment and insisted that it would be better to show him as he made the decisions about the value of such hot items. Promising to be right back, he asked his extremely beautiful secretary to make me a coffee and snack while I waited. I lustily watched her cute ass wiggle as she walked back and forth serving me. I drank the coffee and ate some biscuits as I chatted to her about work and life in the city.
When I looked at the clock, I noticed that I had been there for forty five minutes. I stood up and asked where he went. She tried to cover for him and when I started getting agitated, she seemed very nervous and tried to stall me. I immediately smelt a huge sewage rat. I asked her where the boss was located and she mumbled some excuses. I stood up suddenly and dashed to the door. 'Tell him I will come back in one hour' I lied. I ran down the stairs towards the exit and got a little confused. I ended up exiting through the back door into a deserted street. Since my taxi was parked maybe 200 metres from the front, I would have to go round several buildings to access it.
As I was walking down the side street, I spotted a gap between two buildings. As I cleared it into the street at the front of the buildings, I saw a familiar white Rangerover pull up outside the newspaper headquarters and four tough looking men jump out. They spread out and took up strategic positions in a manner that suggested surveillance training. I shot into a nearby shop hosting small stalls with clothes, phones and other crap. Walking over to the clothes shop, I chose a cowboy hat and leather jacket combo that would melt into any Nairobi crowd in minutes.
Tipping the hat low, I casually but cautiously sauntered towards my car. I started it and drove past the Rangerover parked near the front of the building. No one noticed the beat up Toyota and as I passed the main entrance, I saw my nemesis and the journalist who betrayed me deep in conversation with Bibi ya Mheshimiwa. I knew my goose was thoroughly cooked. I continued driving until I reached my house. It was time to make it my ex house.
To avoid suspicion, I packed some clothes into a gunia and shoved my money deep in the middle. I retreived the CD and then walked to the gate. I casually informed the watchman that I was taking my clothes to be repaired. It was quite painful to leave behind all of my possessions but it would be more painful not to be alive to enjoy them. I put them in the boot and left. I drove to Thika Road and located a car dealership that belonged to a friend of a friend. I told him that I wanted to upgrade my car and identified another anonymous Toyota. We haggled over the price of the two cars until we agreed a deal. The difference in price was most of the money I had. I went in the office and signed the paperwork.
Moving all the stuff from my car to the new one, I said goodbye to him and left. I drove through the bypass to Ridgeways and then Gitaru and took the road to Nakuru. I stopped at a small phone shop and bought a cheap phone and new phone line.
This was it.
I was outta this town.
iko on point
 

Masood

Village Elder
#10
You are very talented sir. It is however too short. We need those powerful hekayas you churn out. By jioni you must chomoa one my guy about how you ponead being bomolewad by the fat shawrry that you call mheshimiwas squeeze.
Ama vipi my guy?
 

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