Maxwell and the midnight matatu

Maxwell had two rules in Zimmermann: never chase debt on Sunday, and never trust a matatu with Christmas lights.

So when Baba Nancy called him at 11:47pm saying, “Maxwell, your 50GB bundle guy has disappeared with my Ksh2,000,” he knew he was about to break both.

The matatu was parked behind a Kasarani supermarket, fairy lights blinking like a casino. Inside, the “bundle guy” was selling “Safaricom 100GB for 500 bob” to a sleepy crowd.

Maxwell slid in, smiled, and whispered, “Bro, that’s my line. And you’re using my TILL number.”

The guy froze. The matatu went quiet except for Willy Paul music on the speaker.

Then Maxwell pulled out his phone, dialed *334# on loudspeaker, and said, “Let’s see who owns the till number”

When his name came up, the fake vendor tried to bolt. But the matatu doors were already locked — by the actual conductor, who was Baba Nancy’s cousin.

Maxwell didn’t call cops. He made the guy send back every shilling, then bought everyone in the matatu a real 1GB bundle.

As he walked home to Zimmermann, 1:03am, his phone buzzed. It was the fake vendor: “Boss, teach me your business?”

Maxwell just replied: “Monday. After church. And we keep the Christmas lights off.”

The end