I swore I was never going to do any delivery business after I was given the eyes and tongue of a little girl to deliver to someone.
This was in 2017.
My very good friend just rented a bike after quitting his brick-laying job. He told me he didn't want to do hard work all his life. So the moment he found this bike that was put up for rent, he decided to use his savings to rent it for a month. He got the necessary items he needed and began his new business.
We were both home together that very day when a call came in for him to come to a location and deliver a package to someone in another location.
I told him I wanted to help deliver the item, but he laughed and told me I was going to be slow. I insisted and he let me go with the bike. Before I left he gave me a package in black nylon and asked me to drop it off at a location after I had picked the other package from the customer.
I rode down to the location and saw the customer who had called. He was a young boy. Tall with beards. He spoke pidgin and had dark lips.
He handed me the package in a black nylon and the address I was to deliver to.
I rode off and eventually got to the first client whose package my friend gave me to deliver. When I opened the box, I couldn't differentiate which was which any longer. Both packages were the same size. Both packages were in a plastic plate. Not where wrapped in a black nylon.
I had made a mistake by not differentiating the package because I was new to the job. I told the customer that I would have to loosen the nylon so she could know which food she ordered.
I picked up the plate and untied the nylon. The plate wasn't transparent so I had to open up the cover to be sure. There it was. A tongue and a finger. If I had seen just the tongue I would think it was that of a cow. But the finger made me know this was human parts.
I covered the plate secretly and opened the next one. It was the package. I handed it over to her and returned with the finger to my friend to show him what I had seen. My friend shouted in fear.
"Take it to them. Deliver it, bros. I no get power to fight anybody."
I suggested the police.
He refused.
"Praises do you know that this can end my life? If you take this to the police, how are you not sure that the police will not arrest you to provide the customers who gave you this."
"But you have their number na?"
"I don't know them. This is a new number. What if this number is not theirs? We would end up in trouble. Cover this thing and go and deliver it."
The parcel was delivered to a sangoma house and to this day I wonder what it is used for.
Credit to Praises Chidera
Not sure if this fiction or none fiction but such things do happen in real life and it never gets reported.
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