: "Boda of Doom: Cheetahs, Chaos, and the Last Drop"

 Chapter 4: “The Boda Throne”

Two days later…

The sun baked the land in that cruel way it does just before something goes wrong. Marvin and Julius returned to the ranger base, still limping slightly, still nursing egos and thorn scratches.

"I don't care what they say," Julius muttered. "I want my bike back. That boda is family."

"Family that almost got us eaten," Marvin said. "But yeah, I miss her too."

Ranger Mawejje met them near the main gate, arms crossed, face unreadable.

“We’ve got a situation.”

Marvin squinted. "The boda?"

Mawejje nodded. "We found it."

“YES!” they cheered.

"...But we didn't touch it."

Their smiles faded. "Why?"

Mawejje tossed them a pair of binoculars and pointed towards the vast plain.

“See for yourselves.”

They climbed a rusty watchtower. Julius focused the lens, adjusted... and froze.

"Yo... Marvin. You need to see this."

Marvin took the binoculars and looked.

There it was—their boda—sitting under an acacia tree like it had been placed in a museum exhibit. BUT... something was off.

Surrounding it in a perfect circle were six cheetahs, not lying down this time, but sitting upright. Watching. Guarding.

Like the bike had become some sort

"What the hell..." Marvin muttered.

"That's not even the weird part," said Mawejje.

He pulled out a blurry zoomed-in photo taken earlier. On the boda's seat was something they hadn't seen before.

A necklace. Beaded. Bright red and black.

"Did you guys leave this behind?"

"Nope," Julius said, heart thudding. "Never seen it before."

Mawejje frowned. "That's traditional Maasai beadwork. Symbol of a warrior... or a curse."

Silence.

Marvin whispered, "You're saying our boda's cursed... or claimed?"

"I'm saying," Mawejje replied, "something is keeping those cheetahs there—and we're not sure it's natural."


---

That night…

Despite warnings, Marvin and Julius sneaked out with a ranger flashlight, determined to retrieve the bike. They crept through bush and brush, avoiding patrols, hearts pounding.

"Bro," Julius hissed. "What if we die tonight?"

Marvin grinned. "Then we die reclaiming glory."

They approached the tree slowly. The cheetahs were still there... but sleeping. Tails twitching. Eyes closed. Perfect chance.

"Ready?" Marvin whispered.

“Let’s go.”

They moved silently, sweat dripping. Reached the bike. Julius touched the seat—still warm.

But the moment his hand brushed the necklace—a low growl echoed.

Eyes snapped open.

Six cheetahs. Awake. Angry.

"RUN OR RIDE?!" Julius yelled.

“RIDE!”

Marvin jumped on the seat. Kicked the starter—nothing.

Again. Nothing.

The cheetahs stepped forward.

He tried a third time—ROOOARRR! The engine screamed to life like a beast reborn.

They flew off like a missile, dodging trees, cheetahs sprinting beside them like nature's missiles.

Suddenly—BOOM!—the necklace blew off in the wind.

The cheetahs stopped.

Dead. Silent.

And then... they turned around. Calm. Peaceful. Like nothing happened.

Julius looked back. "What just happened?!"

Marvin didn't answer.

Because tied around the handlebars... was another necklace.

Different colors. Still fresh.


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