Spax the Uber driver – Pale Roysambu part 6

The morning was smooth. Michelle in her crisp uniform, bag bouncing as she tied her shoes.

> “Daddy, leo ukinipeleka school, make sure your face is smiling sio kubonda Kila time she said, beaming.

Nimo, in my grey hoodie and biker shorts, was in the kitchen making tea like she’d always lived here.

> “Good morning, handsome,” she smiled, sliding a cup to me.

We dropped Michelle to school, had breakfast at Garden City where Nimo dropped her bombshell — she’d quit her court job to start her own law firm. She wanted her future with me in it. I nodded, feeling that mix of pride and pressure.

Evening found us on the balcony, whiskey tumblers in hand, soft jazz in the background. Nimo leaned in, eyes soft.

> “Spax, you’ve changed my life.”

“Peace is here to stay, Nimo,” I told her.

We kissed slow, like the night wasn’t in a hurry.

The next day, after lunch, the gate bell rang.

When I looked outside… I froze.

> Who told her where I live?

it my ex wangare

Then it hit me — she’s madam know-it-all, the famous DCI 😅.

I opened the gate and let her in. She marched straight to...