Nduthi guys are like barbers, hairdressers, makeup artists and even mama fua; when you get one that you trust and are comfortable with, you will hardly seek services from a different one. The thing with having a relationship with your rider is how it slowly morphs into a friendship of sorts where they no longer only get you your gas or pick up your packages, you gradually start trusting them with more errands that are personal and couldn’t entrust to even your closest friends. While it is very calming to know that you have someone you can depend on to run errands for you and make secret deliveries, have you ever thought about just how much they know about you? How many of your secrets and personal details about your life do they know?
I have a trusted rider and the other day he told me a story about one of his clients. This client a man used him for almost all errands and he had become a trusted rider. He’d shop for him, buy him meat at the butchery, get him drinks during the weekend and even bring his girlfriend when she visited. They had a good arrangement whereby the rider was paid more than enough for his services and discretion.
It turned out that the employer would have the rider bring multiple women to his house but the rider didn’t make any commentary on the issue because he knew it wasn’t his place to decide what was wrong or right in his employer’s personal life. One time the rider was asked to pick up a new young lady from the stage. They got to the apartment, once again he was paid for his services and his discretion. The employer explained that he’d be called in a few hours to take the young lady back to the stage before it got dark.
Four hours later the lady was on the bike headed towards the stage when the young lady asked him to make a diversion and drop her at a neighbourhood that was close by. She was met at the gate by a man whom she embraced affectionately. She paid the rider three times for his services and discretion. They exchanged numbers, she became a constant customer after that.
It became an interesting entanglement because his first employer ( the man) contracted some kind of STI and he knew that because he had driven him from the hospital. On the ride back, the man expressed his regret and anger, wondering which of his many lovers had infected him. They stopped at the chemist where they bought some medication before eventually driving home.
Two weeks later his other customer, (the woman) gave him a call and asked him to pick up a package and deliver it to her. This time she was at home. He didn’t need to pry too much to realise that the contents of the package was medication. The same kind they’d bought with his first customer. She’d been infected too. When he got to her gate, he called the woman and told her that he’d arrived. She sent down her friend to pick up the medication. The friend had been a former customer of his. Surprised, to see him again, she took his number and told him she had some work for him. Turned out that she was now a crooked nurse was secretly selling syringes and gloves from the hospital.
This remarkable tale full of twists and turns was being told to me by the rider himself as I asked him to pick up my girlfriend from the stage. It made me shiver at the thought of how many secrets of mine he knew. I wondered if he ever entertained his other customers with my stories. What am I even going on about? Of course, he does!
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