Continued from Part 1
… that nobody else entered the shack while we were there and handling Supplier if there was trouble with the plan. He was the muscle of the team.
I was the finance affairs manager, pretending to be looking for my wallet to pay for the goods we were buying, and carrying a backpack on my back. Maina was the face-of-the-business, asking Supplier to pass the ngumus in bulk to us. We then asked him for loaves of bread, and any other quickly edible product that he had ready.
Supplier would pass the goods to Maina who would then put them in the backpack I was carrying. After a minute or two, Supplier said he had exhausted his stock of goodies. It was now time to pay him.
Run brother, run
Maina zipped up the backpack I was carrying and tapped my back. The wallet that I had by now produced was quickly returned to the pocket. As per our plan, it was our time to leave. In two steps, I was outside the shack. Maina followed me, and on his way out he tapped Mark too.
Our surveillance of the shack had shown us that Supplier would have to bend down, open a small door just big enough to crawl through, and then be in the customers’ area of the shack. He would then have to move 3 meters in a confined space between seats and tables, then turn and do another 3 meters to reach the door of his shack. Once at the door, he would then have to turn again at the door. Doing all this in confined space, he would be slowed down by the layout of his own food shack. For the time he would need to do that, we would be running at top speed back to school.
Easy come, easy go
I must say that we were lucky, this surveillance info turned out to be true, our intelligence network had not failed us. We ran all the way back to school. If the athletics teacher had seen our running that morning, we would have automatically qualified to join the school team. He would have been proud of our athletic prowess that morning. The school athletes tried to keep up with us and failed. They later reported that the speed we were moving at had not given them time to see our faces in the twilight grey light.
Once back inside school premises, we quickly sold our loot, washed the backpack that was now reeking of cooking oil, and went about our usual routine, now a few hundred shillings richer.
Sadly, we had not factored in that we would never go back to Supplier’s shack. Other small hotel owners in the area refused to do business with early morning students again. This cut off our supply of goods, resulting in our reduced capability to satisfy demand, and in the 2 days that followed, our business empire collapsed in its infancy.
Masaibu ya Supplier
But there is something that makes me smile up to date when I remember this incident. Mark told us that he had hazarded a look back at Supplier’s shack that morning. He said that his intention was to scare away Supplier if he was giving chase to us, but I suspected it was out of fear. Mark said that when he looked back, he saw Supplier standing at the door of his food shack, scratching his bowed head, with a machete in his hand! The distance we had covered by the time Supplier got to the door of his food shack had saved us.
Submitted by Mutahi Muriithi under the My Story Section. Mutahi is a Digital Communications solutions provider in Publicity, Marketing & PR who accepts zero mediocrity. Reach him via Twitter – @MutahiMuriithi
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