Maggie was on the happiest person to have a friend like
Berta who wont judge her, who wont make her feel ugly, who is always there for
her and always agreed no one looked finer than the other anytime they dressed
up to go out. Today Maggie was reminiscing on her first day in her university
and cringed at how heartless people can be.
‘Daddy, please can you kindly allow the driver to take me to
the park?’ Maggie asked her dad
‘Erm, call him in for me.’
Her dad instructed him to drop her in 20 minutes time. The
20 minutes was used to pray, advice, give special warning against boys and
pregnancy and finally her dad hid her pocket money in a section of her
travelling bag. A section that was not possible for a swift robber to reach.
He/she must have to take his time and search for it. The driver came back in
20minutes like he was asked to and of course, 20minutes is never enough for a
doting father to pray, advice and do all of that so, the driver was present
during some of the loving goodbyes that went on between father and daughter.
At the park some minutes later, the driver was complaining
that he had to hurry back to the office.
‘Ok hold on let me rush into a restaurant and take something
before my trip.’ Maggie said
She ate, retrieved her bag from the car, bought her ticket
and boarded her bus.
Two weeks earlier, a room in the students’ lodge was booked
for her by her dad and all she had to do was pay part of the money her dad had
hidden in her bag for the room.
‘Hi, I made a reservation for room 23a.’ A tired Maggie was
asking the receptionist after her 6-hour trip.
‘Yes there is a reservation for Miss Margaret. May I see
your I.D. pls?’ The receptionist asked
‘Ok. Your money please.’ She asked again after the
receptionist had looked through her ID card.
Margaret placed her travelling bag on the counter and
proceeded to searching for the money where her dad had put it. She was confused
because she was sure her dad had placed it in one strategic point and here she
was searching. After 15minutes of frantically searching, she realized that she
had been doomed. She had no account, knew no one in the university, the last
cash on her was just change from her transport fare and to top it all off, she
was hungry.
She kept wondering when she was outsmarted. It couldn’t have
been during the journey because her feet was crossed on her box throughout the trip.
And then, it struck her. How could someone be so evil, stupid and wicked? All
at the same time? How? She couldn’t bear it again and that was how she started
crying shamelessly in one corner of the entrance lodge.
‘Hello..’
‘Hello…’ the girl repeated shaking her shoulder. ‘What’s
wrong, why are you crying?’
Maggie was too devastated to reply so she just kept on
crying.
‘Ok come up to my room. Let them not see you crying in here
pls.’
After crying some more in the kind lady’s room, Maggie could
finally find her voice.
‘I am crying because my money was stolen.’
‘Where? How?’
Maggie told her story and the lady felt so bad for her she
let her bunk in with her.
‘Whats your name?’ Maggie asked after she had calmed down.
‘Am Berta. Ok lets go and eat, don’t worry I will pay you
can refund me later. ’
‘Hold on I need to make an important call.’
‘Dad, Hello.’
‘Yes sir, I reached safely. Dad pls kindly fire that driver.
Fire him now pls.’ Maggie spoke into the phone.
As if she realised how deep in trouble she was relying on a
stranger for food and accommodation, she began to cry again and Berta comforted
her.
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