Mom lives in the UK where she’s a nurse. Dad lives in Nigeria, he runs a successful private business. I am the only child of the union between my caring father and my loving mother. Once upon a time, we all were living in the United Kingdom as one happy family. However, I grew older, graduated from the University and needed to come home to serve our fatherland. Dad who was already tired of staying abroad and was looking for the slightest excuse to return to Nigeria cashed in on the opportunity of my situation then and announced he was returning to Nigeria too. My mother whose career had progressed tremendously and who felt she would be doing her career a big disservice if she had returned to Nigeria refused to come home with us. All entreaties to make her change her stance hit a hard wall. It was difficult but I totally understood her position. She had gone far in her career and was already itching closer to the zenith of her profession. I understood what that meant in naira and kobo and pounds sterling too.
My dad left for Nigeria a couple of months before I returned for NYSC to facilitate and make my returning home very comfortable. He got a flat in a highbrow area of Lagos Mainland. It did not take my dad a long time to set up a firm here. He’s got some competencies that are in high demand in the country; his firm kicked off almost seamlessly. It was an instant success. In about three months, dad had about fifteen people on his payroll. The turn of events encouraged him to try bringing my mother back to Nigeria; he launched two separate bids all to no avail. Instead, my mother elected to visit the country a minimum of three times a year while my dad is free to visit as many times as he deems fit.
I served in one of the local governments in Lagos where I met a couple of girls. One of them was a returnee just like myself and we bonded almost immediately. The second girl schooled here in Nigeria and she instantly became our go to person and a reliable ally to see us through town. We had visited home a number of times but none of the girls had met my dad. He’s hardly at home weekdays.
On this fateful day, on a weekend, my friends visited me. My dad was at home watching some matches. He paid little attention as I introduced my friends to him, however, as soon as he heard that Mel is a returnee like myself, he paid more attention. He was still asking Mel some questions when I left to ransack the fridge for what I could present to my friends. We moved to my room as soon as the exchange of pleasantries was over. The girls told me in my room that I have got a very cute father. They joked he could still give a lot of young men a run for their money in almost everything ladies love about men. My dad has got a very lovely voice (he uses it to make money too), his height and body structure make him look really good. He still dresses in jeans and t-shirts and all those smart looking dresses. My dad is a fine man and he knows it.
Three weeks after the first meeting with my dad, I had told Mel I would be going to the salon from my place of primary assignment and from there, I would be going to see one of my toasters some good miles from the part where we reside. My hair was in bad shape and needed urgent fix. Mel concurred too and even mentioned my hair was even overdue for a retouch. Oh, I should have mentioned that Mel knew my itinerary like the back of her palm. After the hair, I headed home immediately to take care of my rather heavy flow. I had my keys to the flat and did not waste any time at turning the knob because of how I felt down there. Immediately I opened the door, I was greeted by a female bag in the sitting room. Thankfully nobody knew when I walked in. I tiptoed to my room and took care of myself first. I didn’t know my dad had started bringing home ladies or maybe just a girlfriend. I left the house as soon as I was done. I wanted to save my dad some blushes. He is a man, his wife is in the UK and I wasn’t going to interfere or tell him how to manage his sexual life. I was already in a cab when my mind whispered an interesting suggestion to me. ”What if the owner of the bag who obviously was with my dad in his room is one of my friends?” I alighted from the cab immediately I had that notch and that’s not without apologizing to the taxi man for his little time and effort. I took a position in a public place overlooking our compound and waited to see when dad would come out and who he would come out with. While I waited, I dialed Mel’s number, she did not pick the call. I called about three more times all to no avail. I called Annie immediately and she didn’t pick either. My heart began to pace. I imagined everything my mind could throw at me where I sat clutching a bottle of a cold drink.
After some time, I guess about two hours later, the two ladies, yes Mel and Annie emerged from the compound. My dad was nowhere in sight. I watched from my corner as those ladies flanked down a taxi, jumped in and the taxi drove away. I came out, got another cab and this time around, drove to my dad’s office. I called him when the front office desk lady told me he was not on seat. He told me to give him some minutes and he would join me. He was surprised to see me in his office, I told him I was equally surprised to have come. I hardly visit his office, so his surprise was not out of place. He told me he had gone to take care of himself at home without going into details. I did not bother to ask him any question.
I couldn’t wrap my head round what I should have done, so I decided to pretend it never happened or that I didn’t see them. How do I confront my dad with such a thing? I was equally embarrassed my friends could actually go to the extent of sleeping with my dad no matter what the lure was. I did not want them to know I saw them. I did the one thing I knew was under my control, I cut off every relationship with them. It ended abruptly. They were surprised at my sudden change and cold feet towards them but it did not bother me, even when dad asked after them, I told him I had severed relationships with them without going into further details.
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