16/12/2025
Max De Mint Chronicles 🥳
The Rider. ( Wrote in July )!
It’s been a minute since I shared a story with y’all,
But today, I made a promise to someone I hold in very high regard.
Not just any story…
This one’s about how we met,
And how she made my 2022 birthday unforgettable. 🥳
She was the first person I ever trusted to carry me on a speed bike.Not just any bike , a Taro GP1 400R, matte black, loud as a beast, built like rebellion on two wheels.And not just any girl ,Her.🥰
She didn’t just give me a wild birthday…
She gave me a new obsession.
To date, I’ve sworn: I’ll own a sports bike before I ever buy my first official car.
Because sure, four wheels move the body
But two wheels and one crazy girl?
They moved my soul. 😅
Now before I dive into her part in this story,Let me take you back real quick…
Because my 2022 birthday? Was madness from the jump.A day before my actual birthday , a day like today ,Some friends and workmates decided to throw me a surprise party at my place.Lit doesn’t even begin to describe it.Vibes on 💯. Drinks flowing. Great food , Music loud.But… it came with a price. See, what I didn’t know ,or rather, chose to ignore Was the fact that the main organizer of the whole party…
Was someone’s wife. 💀😅
Crazy, right? I felt the same.I knew the drama it would bring.I saw it coming like a storm on the horizon…But hey, it was my birthday. I chose vibes over logic.
Laughed, danced, smiled for photos for as long as it lasted.Now what happened after that night? That’s a story for another day.Or maybe never. 🤐 All I’ll say is ,Sometimes, the biggest surprise isn’t the party…It’s the fire that comes after the candles are blown out. 🎂🔥Of importance is that despite the drama and shenanigans that followed, I lived to see another day . 😭
Anyway… that was just the warm-up.
Because the real climax of that birthday wasn’t the party…It was her.Let’s call her RIDER.Fearless. Fiery. Wildly unpredictable.And somehow… peaceful.
A walking contradiction.To this day, I still don’t know if what happened between us was love, chaos, or pure fate.But one thing’s for sure She made my birthday unforgettable.
Wanna know how we met ? 😜
Alright. Say less.
It was a random Saturday, sometime before my birthday.I was travelling from Nairobi to Embu, nothing major.Got to Tea Room kinda late ,around 8 pm ,but no pressure.I’m a night travel kind of guy. Plus hakuna watoto nilikuwa naenda kunyonyesha 😂
So I was chill. I hopped into a matatu that was supposedly bound for Embu,
Sat down, waiting for it to fill.But by the time it was 9pm, we were still idling, waiting for passengers.Eventually, the matatu leaves ,but here’s the twist...Apparently, I was the only passenger going all the way to Embu.
Everyone else was alighting somewhere between Makutano and Mwea.So when we got to Mwea. Boom ,everyone else left in the matatu drops off.Suddenly, I’m the only one left.
And the driver hits me with,
“Aki bro, si it’s not making sense to go all the way to Embu with just one passenger. Let me just refund you fare to get another car.”
It’s almost midnight by now.I was tired. Cold. Irritated.I didn’t even argue much , just accepted the refund.He dropped me off at Nice Digital Hotel, told me it was safe and I’d easily find another ride from there.I was annoyed by the whole situation.It was giving "mood kill."
But little did I know…
That delay…⏰
That random, inconvenient moment...
Was the setup for a story that would flip my entire birthday that year upside down.😊
part. 2
So there I was ,stranded outside Nice Digital Hotel, pi**ed, tired, and trying not to look as frustrated as I felt.
It was now past midnight.
I’d been dropped like unwanted luggage by that matatu driver, and now I was scrolling my phone, wondering if I should call a boda or just chill till morning because there wasn't any hope of finding a car to Embu that late , especially back then.
As I was just chilling there , in a dilemma , I noticed that ,next to the nice hotel , there was a huge crowd of people gathered, they looked like they had come from an event or something. I wasn't sure if they had just arrived or they were leaving , but I decided to go and know what their course of action was ,and see if there were any among them going to Embu .
The people there had come in quite a number of high end cars , but also there was a school bus for everyone else who didn't have the luxury of traveling private ..haha , I hope that doesn't sound bad ...
I actually got close to this gathering, and I started eavesdropping on the conversations going on, everyone sounded excited, it must have been a awesome day . I could tell from the attires some had put on that they were coming from a Kikuyu traditional wedding.
After a few minutes , one guy in the crowd , called everyone to order, and notified the group that the guy who was doing the traditional wedding together with his wife. , they had organized an after party for everyone who felt interested, at the nice digital...so there were drinks and food available for everyone. And they would be shown ,by the respective Nice staff where to chill .
So as the group started to move , there was this squad of three people who were left behind, two guys and one girl , they wanted to take pictures. They took individual photos , then eventually started taking selfies together . And so noticing their struggle i decided to offer my help with taking them the group photos , in a bid to also create conversation, and they were happy I offered to help ...I actually took them some dope photos, they were happy , and so before they could leave ,I decided to ask them if by any chance they were going to Embu and how long they planned to stay at the hotel ,because I was stranded , explained how I found myself in that situation...and that I needed a lift or something to get me to Embu .
So amongst the three , the lady was most active and interactive. I loved her energy from the word go , she was totally a vibe , and the fact that she was also pretty was just a bonus . So this lady , asks me, if it is a priority to get to Embu right now , or can it wait .That got my attention, so i asked , what she had in mind . And she tells me , how about you gate crush a party , and because they were headed to chuka , they would also find space for Me in one of their cars and drop me off to Embu . I gave it a thought , and realized it wasn't such a bad idea . So I asked her , how do I get to party and probably there's a list of attendants. But she tells me there ain't a list , ..she hadn't heard of any ..plus it was crazy for anyone to gate crush such a party ,just out of the blues .
That's how I got invited indirectly to this party , although literally, I just gatecrashed.. So apparently, everything was pre-planned ..we got to this hall upstairs, and the tables were set . First order of business was washing your hands and grabbing a plate . There was a buffet, and food was in plenty...After that we sat down in tables of 5 , the man and lady of the day , talked to everyone , thanking each one of them, also mentioning that drinks were at our disposal , there were beers , brandy and whiskey , you just had to chose your poison .
That sounded crazy , cos yoo , who were this people ,they must have had serious money. Cos Who just casually tells around 70 people to eat and order a drink of their choice like it's nothing ...,Although ,the rules were simple , in the table of 5, y'all had two options , either order a 750 ml bottle of whiskey or brandy , or order 4 beers individually or other soft drinks for people who didn't take alcohol... After that a lady was invited to pray for the food .
Long story short , we had a crazy good time , I sat down with the three people I met outside , plus another two strangers who later became my friends. I know some of the people I met that night are reading this story , and for the first time realizing that I actually gate crushed their party.haha , but there wasn't any regrets to that decision. I came from being stranded outside at night , to joining of the best parties I've have been a part of ...we ate , we drank , we danced....the vibes were polite, the Dj was doing the most , and the people were amazing ...With time my attention narrowed to one person . This pretty crazy girl who made me find myself in this party . We were talking,dancing and enjoying the night like people who had not just met a few hours ago .
Part 3 ...
All through the night, people trickled out of the party at their own pace. No pressure. Just pure vibes.
And when the clock hit 4:00 a.m., it was finally our turn to bounce.My new crew , the ones I had literally met a few hours earlier ,were traveling private. They had a Subaru Outback, four-seater. Since they were three, they had one seat to spare. Lucky me.
We hit the road toward Embu.And maaaan, the Subaru was flying.
It wasn’t just a ride , it was a damn movie.
Music loud, windows slightly down, and the sky slowly turning from midnight to morning blue.Me and her, the girl from the party , sat at the back, talking nonstop.We were sipping and singing at the top of our lungs like we’d known each other forever. She had this laugh that made you forget your problems…
And eyes that dared you to flirt back.
Before I knew it, we were already in Embu.I told them where to drop me off, and as I hopped out, she did too. We had this little moment on the roadside ,the kind of goodbye that didn’t want to happen. We exchanged numbers, shared a quiet laugh, and then....
She gave me a hug.
Not just a hug, the hug. One of those full-body, no-rush embraces that makes you feel like Mufasa, king of the jungle.
I swear I stood up straighter after that.
I thanked all of them again , even got the two guys’ numbers. Just as they drove off, someone ,I won’t name names , blew me kisses out the window.
And your boy? I caught them mid-air, slapped them on my chest like a fool in love. 😂 Weird? Maybe. But allowed..
Time passed.That was March.
We didn’t meet again until two months later. But in between, we talked. Nothing deep , just occasional texts. But the vibe? Still alive. She was witty. Playful. Confident without trying. And always left me wondering what she’d say next.
Then came June.Out of the blue, she hit me up.
"Hey, I’m passing through Embu , coffee?"
Fam… I didn’t even think twice. She picked the spot , a lowkey hotel just off the highway.Classy, quiet, nothing too loud.
I pulled up a little early, trying to look effortless, even though I was lowkey nervous.As I walked toward the entrance…I saw it. A matte black sport bike parked outside. Sleek. Deadly. Clean like it had never tasted dust. That machine looked like it came straight from a Fast & Furious audition.Just pure, unapologetic speed sitting still.
I slowed down, admiring it.
“Whoever owns this beast? They’re definitely living fast.”
Little did I know…
I was about to sit across from the owner.
I walked into the lounge, scanning the room.And then, there she was.RIDER.
Sitting at a corner table, legs crossed like royalty,Wearing a black leather bike suit that fit her like it was painted on.Her figure? Speaking volumes. That zip slightly down , just enough to tease, not to beg. Her braids draped over one shoulder,and right next to her cup of cappuccino…
A helmet. Matte black. Matching the bike outside. It was the final puzzle piece, just sitting there like a silent flex.
She looked up and smiled ,That soft, deadly smile that says “I already know I got your attention.”
“You like the bike outside?” she asked.
I smirked. “That beast is yours?”
She took a slow sip of her coffee.
“It waits for me like a good boy. You ready to find out what it can do?”
Whew 😅 I couldn’t even say yes.
I mean, look , it’s not every day you meet a fine woman who’s also a speed freak.
We sat, laughed, had our coffee and snacks.She was magnetic.And the more we talked, the more I realized ,I wasn’t trying to just be her friend.
By the time we were wrapping up, she tried convincing me to hop on the bike with her.But I was like, “Eiii... nah. I can’t lose all my Top G points in one day.” 😂 So we laughed it off, and went our separate ways. But that night, I knew one thing, I didn’t want her to be just a good story.I wanted her to be in every chapter.
Fast-forward to my 2022 birthday.It fell on a Wednesday .The worst kind of day to be born if you’re employed. Tuesday night I had a good time with some friends and colleagues. Wednesday? Let’s just say my workmates washed me proper ,I almost caught pneumonia.A few gifts, a couple Mpesa surprises , it was decent.I figured that was it.
By Saturday, I was back to regular life.
Went to work. Came home. No big plans.
My friends had hyped that we’d go out if salary came through , but it didn’t. So that evening, around 6:30 PM, I stepped out to the market to buy some groceries.And that’s when it happened. My phone rang.
It was her.RIDER.
She had already called me on my birthday with the sweetest wishes,
So seeing her name again? I figured she was just checking in.
I picked up the call.
No greetings. No pleasantries.
“Get on WhatsApp and pin me your location.” Her tone?
She was on the road. 🏍️
And from that moment, I knew .
My birthday wasn’t over yet.
It was just about to get crazy. 💯😊
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PART 4:
After I sent her the pin, I ditched my plan to buy groceries , instantly.Before I could even settle, Rider called again.Her voice? Calm but commanding.
“I’ve stopped to fuel. Be ready in 10 to 15 minutes. And make sure you wear something warm.”
That was all the info I needed.
I dashed back home like a madman. I was excited. I’d been craving something out of the ordinary to spice up my birthday week , and now it was knocking at my gate in full throttle...
I hit the shower so fast I came out sweating 😅 Five minutes later, I was fully dressed and tearing through my jackets trying to figure out which one could handle what the night had planned, like a man auditioning for his own movie. Before I could even settle on one…I heard it. That engine rev.That deep, throaty, aggressive grrrrraaaaaaa outside my gate.
I knew exactly who it was.
The Rider had landed.
As I stepped out, my phone lit up , she was calling again.But I ignored it. I was already halfway to the gate.And there she was. Leaning on her bike like it was part of her body. Tonight, she wore a red and black leather riding suit and damn, it did things. Sassy. Classy. Dangerous.
The suit hugged her figure with no shame, and the way she moved in it? Confidence on ten.
We hugged, but I couldn’t help cracking a joke. “I can’t even feel you through that riding suit... even your nyash feels like a concrete wall.I swear this thing’s making even your nyash feel bulletproof.”
She laughed , that addictive laugh I could never get enough of. The one that could make you forget what you were saying mid-sentence. 🤤 Then she asked if I was ready.Before I could answer, she walked me back toward the house. Her first time here ,but she didn’t step inside.
Too much effort, she said. Taking off those boots and putting them back on was mission impossible.
"These boots are not for drama," she said, laughing,
"If I take them off, we’re not leaving anytime anytime soon.
“Hurry up. People are waiting in town,” she said.
Part 5
I tried to ask where, but she just smirked.
“Just trust me.” Mystery mode: activated.
We stepped outside again. It was almost 8 PM.I hopped on the bike.She told me, “Hold my waist… and lean forward.” And man, that felt weird 😅But it was dark. No one could see me submitting my ego like this. So f*ck it. I did it.
We hit the road ,and bruh…
SHE. COULD. RIDE.
We were slicing through Embu like a blade through silk. Gliding through the night, flying past headlights like shadows on a mission. The bike roared.The wind slapped.And I held her tighter than I planned to. 😅
We hit Embu town within minutes.
She made a call.
“Where did you park?” she asked the person on the other end.
Not long after, we pulled up behind a parked Subaru Outback , And guess what? The same crew from that wild night at Nice Digital.
I hopped off, greeted them, dapped the guys, and met their plus ones.
Jokes flew fast. .
“Eh, so Max is now being carried by ladies?!” 😂
“Broski surrendered his Top G badge!”
We laughed it off.But it was time to ride again.
We left Embu town and hit the Kiritiri road. And what followed?
Madness. Sweet, beautiful madness.
Two beasts , a sport bike and a Subaru , tearing through the countryside under a full moon that lit the road like it was early evening.That night was electric.
The Subaru chased the bike, headlights slicing through trees, music bleeding out the windows.The moon above us was full, glowing like it was personally watching this episode unfold.
At first, I was panicking.
Eyes half-closed. Palms sweating.
But she? She was in her element.
Every bend she took with grace. Every throttle was a controlled chaos.
Eyes shut. Prayers said.But Rider was loving every second.Confident. Smooth. Wild.The Subaru couldn’t match the bike, so we’d speed far ahead, then stop and wait for them to catch up. Each time, I got more used to the speed. More into it.
Until eventually… I let go.
Opened my arms.Let the breeze slap my chest like baptism. Eyes open. Mind clear.
It was terrifying and therapeutic at the same time.
An hour later, we were outside Masinga Dam Resort & Spa.
We checked in, got our wristbands.
Inside? Pure vibes.
It was a park-and-chill event, packed with people from all walks of life , even a few wazungus. Vintage cars, tuned engines, some folks drifting on the tarmac loop, Live music in the background, a DJ working the decks like a magician. A few minutes later, the Subaru guys pulled in too. They found parking under the trees, popped the trunk, and pulled out drinks and snacks...
And then Rider…
Pulled out something else.
A cake. 🎂
And a gift. 🎁
For me....
I swear, that moment right there?
It melted my bones.
It wasn’t just a party.
It wasn’t just a ride.
This girl made me feel seen.
Turns out, this wasn’t her first time here the way she moved through the space was like a regular.
Then, she pulled me aside.
Handed me her bag.
“Come with me. I need to change.”
We were shown to a room inside the hotel by one of the staff.And in there, behind a closed door…
She unzipped her suit.
Slow. Effortless. Unbothered.
She wasn’t shy.
She peeled it off like she’d done it a hundred times .
Revealing a body that looked like Photoshop made it in peace.
Body built like balance.
Not extra. Not lacking.
Just divinely proportioned.
I stood there, frozen.
She caught me staring, of course.
“What are you looking at?” she teased, smirking.
I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t have to.
Because before I could answer.......
(To be continued)😋
THE LAST RIDE – A BIRTHDAY STORY I ALMOST DIDN’T TELL
By: Max De Mint, The Voice of the BADDEST
Hehe… now if you want all the details from that night, you’ll need to pay for the premium package.Or should I send you a private invite to my Only Fans? 😏😂
But let me give you the free version.
Just enough to make you blush… or book me a birthday gift tomorrow.
Let’s go.
That night was spectacular.We danced. We laughed. We played wild drinking games. We drifted.We ate like royalty and partied under the stars like we had nothing to lose.There’s something crazy special about partying outdoors.
The air slaps different. The freedom? It multiplies.And when you’re with a squad that knows how to vibe? Bro... it’s a movie.
Masinga was giving top-tier energy.
Lights, engines, music, laughter. Even the moon stayed out late for us.And when it came time to cut the cake, the DJ hit me with those classic birthday songs , you know the ones that sound like they’ve been playing since Jesus fed the 5,000? 😂
It was funny... but it hit.
Because on that night?
I felt ALIVE.
Like, deeply.
Like something inside me had been unlocked.
A version of me I hadn’t seen in a while stepped out, stretched, and said,
“Yeah… this is what living feels like.”
And I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.
We raged till the sun came up.
No regrets. Just vibes and bruised voices from shouting “One more!” at the DJ.
Later, we crashed at some tents just outside the resort.
And when I woke up, hangover buzzing in my head but peace wrapped around me like a blanket…
There she was.
RIDER.
Still beside me.Still beautiful.
Smiling like trouble wrapped in sunrise.
Ready to kiss me the second I gave the signal. 😘
We stayed there most of the day , just relaxing, existing.
And when the evening crept back in, reality called.People had jobs to report to. Life doesn’t pause for long.
Before we left, she tried showing me how to ride her beast of a bike.
Let me just say this: Speed bikes?
They’re not for the faint-hearted.
The way that machine jumped under me? I thought I was about to meet my ancestors 😭 But we survived. No scratches. Just pride slightly injured.
We got back to Embu.She dropped me at my place like the queen she was and just like that, the fairy tale night ended.
Now I know some of you are wondering…
“So what happened next, Max?”
“Why aren’t y’all married with matching helmets by now?”
Well… let me give it to you real.
We did date.Met up a few times after. Vibes were there.
Feelings? Building.
Chemistry? Too loud to ignore.
But then came the twist...
Unfortunately In February 2023, Rider got into a serious accident. It was really bad .
Grisly. Brutal.
Two broken limbs.Fractured ribs.She was in hospital for weeks.I visited. Sat by her bedside.Tried to remind her how strong she was how wild and full of life she’d always been.But after she recovered…
She disappeared. Ghost mode. Gone without a trace.Even her close people didn’t know where she’d gone.
It hurt, not gonna lie.She left with no closure, no explanation.But in December 2023, she popped back up.Different timezone. Different continent.She had relocated. Just like that.
And yeah... I was pi**ed.But with time, I chose peace over pain.I chose to hold on to the good memories, not the ghosting.To celebrate the ride, even if it ended early.And yeah… I was tight .I chose not to hold hate.
Because what we had? It was golden.
And golden things don’t need to last forever to leave a mark.
Funny thing is, just today, she texted me.
Told me she missed reading my stories.Said she missed me.
And told me, “You owe the world the story of how we met.” Told me I still got the pen game in me.Made me promise to write about how we met. And because it’s my birthday eve,I had to tell it all.
Because 2022?
She made that birthday legendary.
And I’ll always give her her flowers for that.To anyone who’s ever made my birthday special ,whether it was a call, a cake, a drink, a crazy memory or just the right words at the right time...
Thank you.
You don’t know how deep that hits.
And trust me, I’ll always match your energy.Maybe even double it.
So tomorrow... 👀
It's my birthday.
And I won’t lie ,I don't know how I feel yet.
Some years hit different.
But one thing’s for sure...I’m still outside. Still thriving. Still riding.
So bring the flowers. Bring the bottles. Bring the love.
Because if you ever needed an excuse to spoil a real one…
THIS. IS. IT. 🥳🎁💥
The END 🔚
RIDER, happy now ?? 😊 No bad blood.
Anyway ,if you've read up to here , Congratulations 👏. You are doing well .
See you on the next one. 🥂
Happy Birthday to me. 😇
-Bad -LUXURY. 🎤
👏 👏
