My Sexcapedes Episode 26
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What if truly that the man I thought to be my father was not my biological father? What if the fate of my father was the same with that of Jude, my brother? Does it mean that my mother and Susan were birds of the same feathers? These and many more I asked myself every now and then.
Meanwhile, as much as I was very eager to find out the truth of the whole thing, I was also being careful not to end up exposing my secret with Susan in the course. Because, in the course of asking questions or making trouble with my parents, especially my mother, it could trigger Jude into carrying out DNA on his children to be sure of his fate as well, especially if in the end that it wasn’t my father who was responsible for my pregnancy just like Jude and his children real scenario.
At one point, I had to travel home to confront my mother on the matter. Although, I didn’t let my brother know about the issue on the ground.
I got home and luckily, my father was not home. He traveled to the village for a meeting. My mother welcomed me and served me food but I turned down the food. That was the first time I was rejecting her food amid visiting.
‘My son, this one you are rejecting my food, has that w|tch finally poisoned your mind towards me?’, my mother asked.
‘Mama, I am not here for drama. What brought me home all the way from Lagos is a serious issue’, I said.
‘My son, have you finally come back to your senses? Are you here to discuss with us on how to send that w|tch back to her father’s house?’, she asked with every seriousness.
‘Mama, all I need now is nothing but the truth. Who’s my father?’, I had to ask.
My mother was very shocked. She was very surprised.
‘What did you just say?’, she asked, pretending not to hear me.
‘Mama, I want you to tell me who is my father?’, I repeated it again.
‘Ahh! Steven, are you the one asking me this question?’, she asked, still very surprised.
‘Please tell me who my father is. I want to know my real father. I want nothing from you but the truth’, I yelled at her madly.
‘Has that w|tch finally poisoned your mind to the extent of questioning your paternity, ehn? Steven have you lost your mind to stand in my face to ask me such stup|d question?’, she ranted.
‘Mama stop pretending as if you don’t know what I am talking about. Stop making f00l of me and start talking now..’,I yelled,angrily. I was raging. My body was vibrating. She has noticed it.
‘My son,’she began in a calm voice. ‘The man you grew up to know as your father is your father. If anybody tells you otherwise, then the person is lying to you. That person’s mission is nothing but to bring down our family’s name. My son, please don’t listen to whosoever the person is..,’ she was pleading amid tears.
I kept quiet, calming myself down so as not to blow it hot. I have sensed something fishy. Susan might be right. There was something my mother didn’t want to tell me. Even, from all indications, she wasn’t ready to talk even if I continued to press her. She had something to herself. I saw the guiltiness on her face. Something was definitely wrong somewhere and I have to find it out. But I have to be very careful about it so as not to implicate myself in the course.
‘I am not a child anymore. I know you are hiding something from me. The worst is that you are not ready to talk. But I must find out myself,’ I surged up like a wounded lion. ‘I smell conspiracy. I am going to the village to meet him’, I banged on the door and headed out.
‘My son, please take it easy on your father. You know that his health is failing him badly. You know his heart condition very well. Please don’t kill him for me’, I overheard her pleading.
You need to see the way I marched against the decking floor like that of an angry soldier. I know very well that the anger on my footsteps alone would definitely subject the tenants downstairs into panic. They would even think that the building was about to collapse.
Thank goodness my parents were the landlord. My brother built the house. The house was situated in Awada, Onitsha. It was a two storey building. Jude handed the house to our parents. They were the ones renting out the apartments and the proceeds belonged to them. My brother used the building as a form of settlement to them.
I headed to the village right away. However, my alleged father has questions to answer. Like I said before, there was conspiracy. Because my mother, somehow, was willing to talk but something was holding her back not to talk. It has to be the fear of my father. So, the old man, probably, had the answers I have been looking for.
I got to the village and he was at a meeting. Thank goodness the meeting was held in our compound. I went straight to the scene of the meeting and called the old man out. Normally, he would hesitate to follow me, but my long face alone made him go with me right away. The level of my anger blindfolded me not to even see my kinsmen not to talk of greeting them. They were all watching my drama in a speechless and confused manner as I went away with my father. Although my anger was even visible to the blind; it was boldly written on my face.
‘My son, what’s the problem? Steven is everything alright?’, he curiously asked.
I took the old man unaware. He wasn’t even aware of anything not to talk of my coming. Because his phone has been off. If not, his wife would have informed her of the whole thing even before I could get to the village.
‘Look, everything is not fine o! All I am here for is answers. I want answers to my questions’, I yelled.
‘My son, calm yourself down first and talk to me. Stop shouting at me. Do you realize you are talking to your father?’, he sighed. ‘What questions do you want answers for?’, he asked.
‘Who’s my father?’, I released the bombshell immediately.
The question hit him like a shock. I don’t need to be told that he and my mother had a skeleton in their cupboard because his reaction alone has said it all.
‘Are you insane?’, he asked, still surprised and confused.
‘I am not insane. You are not my biological father. Who is my father?’, I asked again, raging.
‘Who is feeding you with all this nonsense?..’
‘Does it matter? What matters now is that I have known the truth. So what I need from you now is an explanation’, I said.
‘What explanation do you need, Steven? What are you even talking about? I am your father. Have that at the back of your mind in case this if you are going insane’, he said.
The old man was not ready to talk. He was proving hard to crack. And I was losing my patience.
‘I don’t want to go hard on you old man. But I am losing it. Please tell me the truth. Who is my father..?’, I was shouting.
Before you could know it, I had caused a scene already. I wonder why our kinsmen have not heard my voice yet because none of them came to witness our drama.
‘Steven, you are mad. What’s wrong with you? Why do you choose to disgrace me this way?..’ he was asking.
Unfortunately that day, I lost it. I couldn’t control my anger anymore. I said many unbearable words to the old man. I must confess, I was very harsh on him that day. I created a very big scene that day. But it wasn’t my fault entirely. Why would he refuse to tell me the truth even when it was very obvious that they were hiding something from me?. It was crystal clear that he wasn’t my father.
I left the scene immediately when I sighted our kinsmen rushing to know what the problem was. They were even calling me but I ignored them. I was very angry because I didn’t get an answer to my question.
On my way back, my phone rang several times, with different numbers, but I refused to pick any of the calls.
I went back to Onitsha and displayed another madness to my mother before leaving for Lagos very much unfulfilled.
Days Later:
I got information that my father was critically ill. That his heart failed him the moment I left after the fight and he was rushed to the hospital in a medical emergency.
In fact, I regretted my actions. I was really too hard on that old man without considering his health condition. The anger really got the better side of me that day.
The old man had deteriorated health. Apart from diabetes, he had myocardial infarctions disease — Heart Attack. And the type he was suffering from was the most dangerous of it all:STEMI. A heart attack where a coronary artery would be completely blocked.
My mother called my wife and started accusing her of being the one remoting me. She vowed that if anything happened to her husband, that she would never forgive us.
One day, Jude and I got an emergency call from home. The message has it that our attention was needed immediately at home.
To Be Continued…
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