OUR E-FRIENDSHIP (3)

I tried calling the number it was off. I tried searching for him on Facebook, it’s like he blocked me. I just accepted my fate, maybe he was not the one for me.

I showed Dara the text, before I could say Jack Robinson, Dara said, “Oh goodness! I am trying so hard not to say, I told you so” and burst out into laughter.

I just asked, “Dara, why don’t you just wish me well?”.

She came to where I sat in the room and hugged me and said, “Oh no, Sis! I love you and I wish you well. Don’t worry a better guy will come along, trust me”.

I just pretended to smile and hugged her back.

Smith never called or contacted me. It took me 2 months to forget about Smith.

4 months after the-Smith-incident, by then I assumed he had gone to Germany, I had a 7a.m. lecture. While waiting for the lecturer, I quickly got on Facebook, I saw a notification, from my school's Discussion
Forum, it read,

“If you have ever come across any guy that says he did his BSc in London, and is about starting his MSc in the US and also that his family lives in Germany, he calls himself Smith, he is fake ohhhhhhhhh”.

I exclaimed loudly, “What?????”

Dara said without looking in my direction, “shut up you, I am trying to read”.

Just then, the lecturer entered the class. I knew I wouldn’t concentrate after such a shocking news, I walked out leaving my phone, my books and handbag behind. I couldn’t believe I had just been P-U-N-K-E-D. I hurried to see Mason, one of the admins of he forum from my department, a senior colleague which I was close to, and asked him to explain what the message was all about. He told me plainly, “I hope you never met such a guy. He is wicked. I have been trying to cover him up all this while, only for him to brag yesterday that he now has girls falling for him. His real name is John. He actually goes here but in our other campus and he is a 300L student studying Human Resources Management”. He showed me his real pictures. It turned out I had seen him before, we used to take General Studies (GST) Classes together, in the same venue, in our first year.

I had began to sweat like I had been poured cold water, then while trying to absorb the shock, I asked, “Then how about all the pictures he put up on Facebook?”.

Mason replied, “Well, all of those pictures are his cousin’s, the guy stays in the U.S. I bet the guy doesn’t even know about this mess”.

I dragged out my hair ruffle, and let my hair pour and sat down on the veranda Mason stood, I couldn't imagine that I could be played like that. I said while holding back the anger which was obvious, "and to think that I knew the idiot, who is not even up to my social status, oh no! This is bad". I shook my head.

Mason just stooped down and said, “Hmmm….I wish I knew you were involved. If I tell you what he said about the girls who fell for this prank, you could go crazy. So gurl..." Mason always liked the stress the 'u', as if it were spelt 'gurl' and not 'girl', "...get up and get past it”. He walked away.

When I finally got to meet Dara, I told her everything…she just held me tight and took me home.

Two weeks later, I saw John. I had wanted to confront him but I changed my mind so as not to cause any drama. He had the guts to walk up to me and smile and say, “hi babe, I am sorry for what happened. I just enjoyed every moment.”

I learnt a lesson, though.