16/12/2025
Max De Mint Chronicles đ„ł
The Rider. ( Wrote in July )!
Itâs been a minute since I shared a story with yâall,
âBut today, I made a promise to someone I hold in very high regard.
âNot just any storyâŠ
âThis oneâs about how we met,
âAnd how she made my 2022 birthday unforgettable. đ„ł
âShe 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.đ„°
âShe didnât just give me a wild birthdayâŠ
âShe gave me a new obsession.
âTo date, Iâve sworn: Iâll own a sports bike before I ever buy my first official car.
âBecause sure, four wheels move the body
âBut two wheels and one crazy girl?
âThey moved my soul. đ
âNow before I dive into her part in this story,Let me take you back real quickâŠ
âBecause 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 doesnât even begin to describe it.Vibes on đŻ. Drinks flowing. Great food , Music loud.But⊠it came with a price. See, what I didnât know ,or rather, chose to ignore Was the fact that the main organizer of the whole partyâŠ
âWas someoneâs wife. đđ
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âCrazy, right? I felt the same.I knew the drama it would bring.I saw it coming like a storm on the horizonâŠBut hey, it was my birthday. I chose vibes over logic.
âLaughed, danced, smiled for photos for as long as it lasted.Now what happened after that night? Thatâs a story for another day.Or maybe never. đ€ All Iâll say is ,Sometimes, the biggest surprise isnât the partyâŠItâs the fire that comes after the candles are blown out. đđ„Of importance is that despite the drama and shenanigans that followed, I lived to see another day . đ
âAnyway⊠that was just the warm-up.
âBecause the real climax of that birthday wasnât the partyâŠIt was her.Letâs call her RIDER.Fearless. Fiery. Wildly unpredictable.And somehow⊠peaceful.
âA walking contradiction.To this day, I still donât know if what happened between us was love, chaos, or pure fate.But one thingâs for sure She made my birthday unforgettable.
âWanna know how we met ? đ
âAlright. Say less.
âIt 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.Iâm a night travel kind of guy. Plus hakuna watoto nilikuwa naenda kunyonyesha đ
âSo I was chill. I hopped into a matatu that was supposedly bound for Embu,
âSat 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 hereâs the twist...Apparently, I was the only passenger going all the way to Embu.
âEveryone else was alighting somewhere between Makutano and Mwea.So when we got to Mwea. Boom ,everyone else left in the matatu drops off.Suddenly, Iâm the only one left.
And the driver hits me with,
ââAki bro, si itâs not making sense to go all the way to Embu with just one passenger. Let me just refund you fare to get another car.â
âItâs almost midnight by now.I was tired. Cold. Irritated.I didnât even argue much , just accepted the refund.He dropped me off at Nice Digital Hotel, told me it was safe and Iâd easily find another ride from there.I was annoyed by the whole situation.It was giving "mood kill."
âBut little did I knowâŠ
âThat delayâŠâ°
âThat random, inconvenient moment...
âWas the setup for a story that would flip my entire birthday that year upside down.đ
âpart. 2
So there I was ,stranded outside Nice Digital Hotel, pi**ed, tired, and trying not to look as frustrated as I felt.
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âIt was now past midnight.
âIâd 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.
âAs 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 ...
âI 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 .
âSo 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 .
âSo 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 .
âThat'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 .
âLong 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 ...
âAll through the night, people trickled out of the party at their own pace. No pressure. Just pure vibes.
âAnd 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.
âWe hit the road toward Embu.And maaaan, the Subaru was flying.
âIt wasnât just a ride , it was a damn movie.
âMusic 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 weâd known each other forever. She had this laugh that made you forget your problemsâŠ
âAnd eyes that dared you to flirt back.
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âBefore 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 didnât want to happen. We exchanged numbers, shared a quiet laugh, and then....
âShe gave me a hug.
âNot just a hug, the hug. One of those full-body, no-rush embraces that makes you feel like Mufasa, king of the jungle.
âI swear I stood up straighter after that.
âI thanked all of them again , even got the two guysâ numbers. Just as they drove off, someone ,I wonât name names , blew me kisses out the window.
âAnd your boy? I caught them mid-air, slapped them on my chest like a fool in love. đ Weird? Maybe. But allowed..
âTime passed.That was March.
âWe didnât 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. âConfident without trying. And always left me wondering what sheâd say next.
âThen came June.Out of the blue, she hit me up.
â"Hey, Iâm passing through Embu , coffee?"
âFam⊠I didnât even think twice. She picked the spot , a lowkey hotel just off the highway.Classy, quiet, nothing too loud.
âI pulled up a little early, trying to look effortless, even though I was lowkey nervous.As I walked toward the entranceâŠI 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.
âI slowed down, admiring it.
ââWhoever owns this beast? Theyâre definitely living fast.â
âLittle did I knowâŠ
âI was about to sit across from the owner.
âI walked into the lounge, scanning the room.And then, there she was.RIDER.
âSitting 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 cappuccinoâŠ
âA helmet. Matte black. Matching the bike outside. It was the final puzzle piece, just sitting there like a silent flex.
âShe looked up and smiled ,That soft, deadly smile that says âI already know I got your attention.â
ââYou like the bike outside?â she asked.
âI smirked. âThat beast is yours?â
âShe took a slow sip of her coffee.
ââIt waits for me like a good boy. You ready to find out what it can do?â
âWhew đ
I couldnât even say yes.
âI mean, look , itâs not every day you meet a fine woman whoâs also a speed freak.
âWe sat, laughed, had our coffee and snacks.She was magnetic.And the more we talked, the more I realized ,I wasnât trying to just be her friend.
âBy the time we were wrapping up, she tried convincing me to hop on the bike with her.But I was like, âEiii... nah. I canât lose all my Top G points in one day.â đ So we laughed it off, and went our separate ways. But that night, I knew one thing, I didnât want her to be just a good story.I wanted her to be in every chapter.
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âFast-forward to my 2022 birthday.It fell on a Wednesday .The worst kind of day to be born if youâre employed. Tuesday night I had a good time with some friends and colleagues. Wednesday? Letâs 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.
âBy Saturday, I was back to regular life.
âWent to work. Came home. No big plans.
âMy friends had hyped that weâd go out if salary came through , but it didnât. So that evening, around 6:30 PM, I stepped out to the market to buy some groceries.And thatâs when it happened. My phone rang.
âIt was her.RIDER.
âShe had already called me on my birthday with the sweetest wishes,
âSo seeing her name again? I figured she was just checking in.
âI picked up the call.
âNo greetings. No pleasantries.
ââGet on WhatsApp and pin me your location.â Her tone?
âShe was on the road. đïž
âAnd from that moment, I knew .
âMy birthday wasnât over yet.
âIt was just about to get crazy. đŻđ
â.
âPART 4:
âAfter 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.
ââIâve stopped to fuel. Be ready in 10 to 15 minutes. And make sure you wear something warm.â
âThat was all the info I needed.
âI dashed back home like a madman. I was excited. Iâd been craving something out of the ordinary to spice up my birthday week , and now it was knocking at my gate in full throttle...
âI hit the shower so fast I came out sweating đ
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 oneâŠI heard it. That engine rev.That deep, throaty, aggressive grrrrraaaaaaa outside my gate.
âI knew exactly who it was.
âThe Rider had landed.
âAs 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.
âThe suit hugged her figure with no shame, and the way she moved in it? Confidence on ten.
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âWe hugged, but I couldnât help cracking a joke. âI canât even feel you through that riding suit... even your nyash feels like a concrete wall.I swear this thingâs making even your nyash feel bulletproof.â
âShe laughed , that addictive laugh I could never get enough of. The one that could make you forget what you were saying mid-sentence. đ€€ Then she asked if I was ready.Before I could answer, she walked me back toward the house. Her first time here ,but she didnât step inside.
âToo much effort, she said. Taking off those boots and putting them back on was mission impossible.
â"These boots are not for drama," she said, laughing,
â"If I take them off, weâre not leaving anytime anytime soon.
ââHurry up. People are waiting in town,â she said.
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Part 5
âI tried to ask where, but she just smirked.
ââJust trust me.â Mystery mode: activated.
âWe stepped outside again. It was almost 8 PM.I hopped on the bike.She told me, âHold my waist⊠and lean forward.â And man, that felt weird đ
But it was dark. No one could see me submitting my ego like this. So f*ck it. I did it.
âWe hit the road ,and bruhâŠ
âSHE. COULD. RIDE.
âWe 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. đ
âWe hit Embu town within minutes.
âShe made a call.
ââWhere did you park?â she asked the person on the other end.
âNot long after, we pulled up behind a parked Subaru Outback , And guess what? The same crew from that wild night at Nice Digital.
âI hopped off, greeted them, dapped the guys, and met their plus ones.
âJokes flew fast. .
ââEh, so Max is now being carried by ladies?!â đ
ââBroski surrendered his Top G badge!â
âWe laughed it off.But it was time to ride again.
We left Embu town and hit the Kiritiri road. And what followed?
âMadness. Sweet, beautiful madness.
âTwo 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.
âThe 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.
âAt first, I was panicking.
âEyes half-closed. Palms sweating.
âBut she? She was in her element.
âEvery bend she took with grace. Every throttle was a controlled chaos.
âEyes shut. Prayers said.But Rider was loving every second.Confident. Smooth. Wild.The Subaru couldnât match the bike, so weâd speed far ahead, then stop and wait for them to catch up. Each time, I got more used to the speed. More into it.
âUntil eventually⊠I let go.
âOpened my arms.Let the breeze slap my chest like baptism. Eyes open. Mind clear.
âIt was terrifying and therapeutic at the same time.
An hour later, we were outside Masinga Dam Resort & Spa.
âWe checked in, got our wristbands.
âInside? Pure vibes.
âIt 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...
âAnd then RiderâŠ
âPulled out something else.
âA cake. đ
âAnd a gift. đ
âFor me....
âI swear, that moment right there?
âIt melted my bones.
âIt wasnât just a party.
âIt wasnât just a ride.
âThis girl made me feel seen.
âTurns out, this wasnât her first time here the way she moved through the space was like a regular.
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âThen, she pulled me aside.
âHanded me her bag.
ââCome with me. I need to change.â
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âWe were shown to a room inside the hotel by one of the staff.And in there, behind a closed doorâŠ
âShe unzipped her suit.
âSlow. Effortless. Unbothered.
âShe wasnât shy.
âShe peeled it off like sheâd done it a hundred times .
âRevealing a body that looked like Photoshop made it in peace.
âBody built like balance.
âNot extra. Not lacking.
âJust divinely proportioned.
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âI stood there, frozen.
âShe caught me staring, of course.
ââWhat are you looking at?â she teased, smirking.
âI didnât know what to say.
âI didnât have to.
â
âBecause before I could answer.......
â(To be continued)đ
THE LAST RIDE â A BIRTHDAY STORY I ALMOST DIDNâT TELL
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âBy: Max De Mint, The Voice of the BADDEST
âHehe⊠now if you want all the details from that night, youâll need to pay for the premium package.Or should I send you a private invite to my Only Fans? đđ
âBut let me give you the free version.
âJust enough to make you blush⊠or book me a birthday gift tomorrow.
âLetâs go.
âThat 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.Thereâs something crazy special about partying outdoors.
âThe air slaps different. The freedom? It multiplies.And when youâre with a squad that knows how to vibe? Bro... itâs a movie.
âMasinga was giving top-tier energy.
âLights, 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 theyâve been playing since Jesus fed the 5,000? đ
âIt was funny... but it hit.
âBecause on that night?
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âI felt ALIVE.
âLike, deeply.
âLike something inside me had been unlocked.
âA version of me I hadnât seen in a while stepped out, stretched, and said,
ââYeah⊠this is what living feels like.â
âAnd Iâve been chasing that feeling ever since.
âWe raged till the sun came up.
âNo regrets. Just vibes and bruised voices from shouting âOne more!â at the DJ.
âLater, we crashed at some tents just outside the resort.
âAnd when I woke up, hangover buzzing in my head but peace wrapped around me like a blanketâŠ
âThere she was.
âRIDER.
âStill beside me.Still beautiful.
âSmiling like trouble wrapped in sunrise.
âReady to kiss me the second I gave the signal. đ
âWe stayed there most of the day , just relaxing, existing.
âAnd when the evening crept back in, reality called.People had jobs to report to. Life doesnât pause for long.
âBefore we left, she tried showing me how to ride her beast of a bike.
âLet me just say this: Speed bikes?
âTheyâre not for the faint-hearted.
âThe way that machine jumped under me? I thought I was about to meet my ancestors đ But we survived. No scratches. Just pride slightly injured.
âWe 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 wonderingâŠ
ââSo what happened next, Max?â
ââWhy arenât yâall married with matching helmets by now?â
âWell⊠let me give it to you real.
âWe did date.Met up a few times after. Vibes were there.
âFeelings? Building.
âChemistry? Too loud to ignore.
âBut then came the twist...
âUnfortunately In February 2023, Rider got into a serious accident. It was really bad .
âGrisly. Brutal.
âTwo 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 sheâd always been.But after she recoveredâŠ
âShe disappeared. Ghost mode. Gone without a trace.Even her close people didnât know where sheâd gone.
âIt 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.
âAnd 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.âTo celebrate the ride, even if it ended early.And yeah⊠I was tight .I chose not to hold hate.
âBecause what we had? It was golden.
âAnd golden things donât need to last forever to leave a mark.
âFunny thing is, just today, she texted me.
âTold me she missed reading my stories.Said she missed me.
âAnd told me, âYou owe the world the story of how we met.â Told me I still got the pen game in me.Made me promise to write about how we met. And because itâs my birthday eve,I had to tell it all.
âBecause 2022?
âShe made that birthday legendary.
âAnd Iâll always give her her flowers for that.To anyone whoâs 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...
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âThank you.
âYou donât know how deep that hits.
âAnd trust me, Iâll always match your energy.Maybe even double it.
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âSo tomorrow... đ
âIt's my birthday.
âAnd I wonât lie ,I don't know how I feel yet.
âSome years hit different.
âBut one thingâs for sure...Iâm still outside. Still thriving. Still riding.
âSo bring the flowers. Bring the bottles. Bring the love.
âBecause if you ever needed an excuse to spoil a real oneâŠ
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âTHIS. IS. IT. đ„łđđ„
âThe END đ
âRIDER, happy now ?? đ No bad blood.
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âAnyway ,if you've read up to here , Congratulations đ. You are doing well .
âSee you on the next one. đ„
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âHappy Birthday to me. đ
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