How Maggie & Berta met

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.