Spax the Uber Driver – Pale Roysambu part 2

I dropped Michelle back kwa mama yake, Wangare.

She didn't say much – just stood there looking at our daughter, then back at me.

“Thanks, Dennoh… for everything.”

I nodded. “Michelle, be a good girl, okay? Daddy will see you soon.”

She waved with her Elsa bag swinging. That smile… imekuwa tattoo kwa moyo yangu.

I hit the road again. Orders zilikuwa zimeanza kupungua – watu wa Nairobi walikuwa either broke or bored.

Then boom – ping!

Pickup: Garden Estate. Destination: Ruaka.

Msee mmoja anafungua mlango akisema,

“Bro, I’m running from my landlord. Usiulize maswali.”

Sema Adrenaline Uber!

Before I could even breathe, another ping – this time a couple from Kenyatta Hospital.

Guy aliona dem wake akiconnect na ex wake kwa DMs, sasa ako na heartbreak ya ICU level.

I told them,

“In my Uber, hakuna heartbreaks – ni vibes na healing only.”

By the time walifika Upperhill, walikuwa wamesmile tena.

Then… Nimo called.

It had been a whole week since I last saw her.

She’s the one who gave me this Uber life – one car, one chance, one heart.

“Spax,” she said with that soft but commanding voice. “I want you to change the car today. Use mine – the Harrier.”

Ngai. Harrier? Mimi? Nairobi?

She added, “I have court in Milimani. You’ll drive me there. Dress like a real man – suit, shirt, perfume....