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

 The sun scorched the vast savannah as Marvin's boda boda screamed across the dusty trail, tires skimming loose stones like bullets. On the back, Julius clung to Marvin's hoodie, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Bro, are you sure this shortcut is safe?" Julius shouted.

Marvin smirked. "Safe? No. Fast? Hell yeah!"

In the distance, a pack of cheetahs lounged in the grass like royalty in a deadly kingdom. They watched lazily... until the roar of the engine caught their attention.

Marvin leaned forward, twisting the throttle harder. Dust clouded behind them. The cheetahs rose—graceful, lean, and locked on target.

Then—PHUT! PHUT! COUGH!

The bike sputtered, trembled, and gave its last breath.

Dead silence.

Marvin stared at the tank, tapped it like it owed him money. "We're out of fuel."

Julius blinked. "Out? OUT OUT?"

Marvin turned slowly, eyes on the cheetahs now creeping closer. "Fam... Can you run?"

The two locked eyes.

“WE DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!”

Like bullets from a gun, they exploded off the bike. Julius launched forward like a former high school champion reliving his glory. Marvin ran like rent was due and the landlord had a machete.

Behind them—growls, paws pounding, a storm of spots and fangs.

“LEFT! THROUGH THE BUSH!”

"NAH BRO, CHEETAH ON THE LEFT!"

They zigzagged like madmen. A cheetah lunged—whoosh!—Julius ducked, barely dodging a swipe that would've taken his cap—and probably his scalp.

“MARVIN THEY'RE CLOSING IN!”

"I KNOW! RUN LIKE YOU STOLE SOMETHING!"

Marvin hurled his shoe backwards. It smacked a cheetah in the snout. It paused, confused. "Good shoe," he muttered.

They leapt over a log. Julius tripped, rolled, sprang up like a ninja in panic mode. Marvin vaulted over a termite mound, screamed mid-air, and landed sprinting.

Sweat mixed with fear. Their lungs burned. But stopping wasn't an option.

Up ahead—a ranger's abandoned safari jeep. The door was open.

“GO FOR THE JEEP!”

"IF IT DOESN'T START I'M FIGHTING A CHEETAH WITH MY BARE HANDS!"

The cheetahs were right behind them, tails slicing the air.

They dove into the jeep like stuntmen—slammed the door, locked it.

The cheetahs circled the vehicle, pacing, growling, tapping the doors with claws.

Inside, breathless and trembling, Julius whispered, "Next time... we take the highway."

Marvin nodded. "Yeah... and we carry a jerry can."

They both burst into hysterical laughter. Outside, a cheetah jumped onto the bonnet, stared through the windshield like it was judging their life choices.

"Don't move," Marvin said.

"I swear," Julius whispered, "if it starts licking the glass, I'm passing out."

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