The Midnight Bodaboda👛🫦

Midnight in the high-altitude athletic haven of Eldoret brought a bitter, piercing cold that rolled off the surrounding agricultural highlands, wrapping the quiet streets in a thick layer of midnight mist.

The very last public matatu had long since departed the empty central station, leaving Tariq stranded on the dimly lit, desolate corner of Uganda Road. He pulled the collar of his heavy trench coat tighter around his neck, cursing the late-night university research meeting that had run hours over schedule. He realized with a sinking feeling in his chest that he faced a three-mile, freezing walk through poorly lit streets back to his apartment near the main campus. The city was dead silent, save for the eerie whistling of the wind through the tall eucalyptus trees.

Suddenly, the distant, deep rumble of a high-performance motorcycle engine broke the absolute silence of the avenue. A sleek, powerful black sports bike cruised down the wide road, its bright, piercing halogen...