Encounter With A Mubaba( Mercy's Diary 2)

(Hi loves,my diaries are true personal happenings that I choose to journal down. I had decided to end it at part 2 because that's how it really ended in real life but since people have really loved it and they want to read more and more chapters I decided to come up with this continuation. Hope u love it.)

Woah! Its been two weeks now since my encounter with the stranger who gave me a ride to school when I really needed it the most. I thought my story with him was over and that I had succeeded in making sure he'll never get a hold of me either physically or through the phone. It isn't the case though and it seems that my encounters with him are far from over.

Its on a Tuesday and I have an evening class. I get to the lecture room an hour earlier so that I can get ample time to watch a documentary that the lecturer had instructed we should all watch before his next class. I'm sitting next to my favorite window as usual and I take out my pen and notebook so as to write down important points and ideas I could learn from the documentary.

My phone rings and its a new number calling me. I ignore it and put it away because i don't want distractions of any kind while studying. It rings again and again and I'm now contemplating on switching it off. I pick it up anyway. "Hello beautiful how are you. Have been trying to reach you via the number you gave me in vain. Its Mr Douglas here. I carried you in my v8 about two weeks ago. Remember?" I'm literally in shock. "Umm..i remember so how may i be of help to you. ?" I manage to ask him. "Am in this high end restaurant just near your school so i thought maybe i could say hi to you." "Oh thanks." I manage to say. "Come have some late lunch. There food is so nice." He says. "Am in class right now maybe next time." I say and hang up the phone. I release a heavy sigh and put my phone back inside the purse. The lecture comes and starts teaching and finally the lesson ends.

As i head out of the school premises,  my best friend Joan joins me and we head towards the bus station. I tell her about the call i received from Douglas and she's like 'oh girl why you wasting this golden opportunity that has presented itself to you? I'm not meaning that you should date the guy,  um you could just interact with him and build connections, like job connections you know. He looks like a big deal after all. Just think of it And am like 'well okay. '

The week flies so fast and finally the weekend is here. Fahima, a course mate of mine is throwing a lavish birthday party at her parents house because they are out of town. She personally invites me and makes me swear that i won't miss her birthday party for anything in the world. At around 5 in the evening, i call Joan and ask her to come at my place so that we can leave together and head to the party. As i wait for her arrival I open my wardrobe and start throwing clothes on the floor as i look for an outfit i can put on. No outfit seems to fit for a birthday party and i feel really bad. The dresses are a little worn out and just so simple and ordinary. My hair is so messy and unkempt. What a bad hair day aarrrgggh! Joan finally pulls up at my place all glammed up. She's in a blue two-piece outfit,  that is a tight mini skirt and an off shoulder crop top. Her white sneakers and her beautiful black synthetic wig and full make up complete her look. She definitely understands the assignment. "Why aren't you dressed up yet Mercy,  its almost 6 now." She asks me. I tell her that i can't seem to find anything to wear and i also don't know what to do with my hair. She takes out a black paper bag from her handbag and hands it to me. "Okay dress up now. I hope it fits you. I got that dress on my way here because i just felt like you needed it." I immediately poke my hands inside the paper bag and oh my goodness the outfit inside it makes my heart melt with joy. Its a pretty white dress that barely reaches my knees and the backside is bare. I already know its gonna fit me even without trying it. I hug her and rush to the bathroom to freshen up. I find Joan with a makeup kit in her hand when i come back from the bathroom. She motions me to sit down so that she can work on my face. 'What a thoughtful best friend i have' i say to myself. She says that she's not gonna do the full makeup on me because we are running out of time.  I have no problem with that provided that i don't go out looking like a potato. After she's done with the makeup,  she comps my hair and plaits five lines on my head. "Okay put on a wig now. I usually see you with wigs." She says. I dash out into my sisters room and go through her suitcases hoping to find at least one wig. After some thorough search,  i find a brown wig in her travelling bag. Its not the one i was hoping to find but then at least i got something that could cover my head.