This is the concluding part of this story entitled My Father Is A Disgrace To Other Fathers. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 of it were also published on this same blog. Search for them and read them before this last part
My major reason for travelling to Nigeria that year was to look around for a good wife-material, and I happily found one. She was introduced to me by my mother, who was a friend to the lady’s mother. She had just completed her university education and was about to go for her one-year National Youth Service Corp, NYSC, programme.
After the lady and I had talked and agreed on the issue of marriage, even without courtship, my parents and I consequently fixed a date to go and see her parents concerning the arrangement.
As God would have it, everything went on smoothly. Neither the mother of my fiancé nor her father objected to our decision to become husband and wife. After that formality, I returned to my base in Holland and left my fiancée to complete her NYSC programme.
One early morning, after my return from Nigeria to Holland, my mother called me from Nigeria to inform me that my father made a love advance to my fiancée. I was shocked and dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say nor how to react to that bad news.
When I asked my mother how she knew about it, she said it was my fiancée who told her about it. I later called my fiancée, who had just a few weeks to complete her Nigerian national call proggramme, to confirm the sad news and she did confirm it.
I wasn’t too surprised about my father’s show of shame, judging from his antecedents. I wanted to confront him, but after a second thought, I decided to put that plan on hold.
Three weeks after that sad news, my father approached my fiancée for sex again. When my fiancée complained to me about it, I decided, with the agreement of my mother and my fiancée, to set a trap for my father.
The trap was for my wife to agree with my father on a date for her to accompany him to a hotel, should he approached a third time. Like a leopard that never changes its skin, my father made a third attempt at my fiancée.
Immediately after my wife told me about it, I fly down to Nigeria, without informing my father. While in Nigeria, I advised my fiancée to give my father an appointment on a certain date at a hotel in Surulere, Lagos.
On that day, my father picked up my fiancée in his car to the hotel. While they were driving to the hotel, my mother and I, along with some plain-clothes policemen were driving behind them.
As soon as they checked into a hotel room at the hotel, my wife sent me a text message via my phone, informing me of the number of the room they were in and how I could locate it. With that information, my mother and I, along with one of the policemen, swiftly dashed to the place.
As I knocked the door, my father asked to know the identity of the knocker and I replied: ‘Waiter.” With that conviction, my father, who was already in his boxers, opened the door.
He was shocked to see me, my mother and a strange man at the door. Knowing that he had come to the end of the road of his dirty game, he fell on his knees and started pleading for forgiveness.
The only thing I said to my father was: “So, if my wife had been a lose woman you would have slept with her? How would you have felt sleeping with the wife of your own biological son?
“You’re a disgrace to other fathers. If every father is like you, then, no child needs a father around him or her after birth.”
Before the owners of the hotel could know what was going on, I had already disappeared with my fiancée, my mother and the policemen who accompanied us there.
After that mild drama, which looked like a scene in one of those Nollywood movies, I decided to wait for my wife to complete her program. At the end of it all, I hurried did the other necessary formalities about our marriage and took her away to my base in the Netherlands. And today, both of us live happily.
Anytime I remember my father’s promiscuity, as well as that funny and sad incident at the hotel, I usually ask myself: “Is my father the type of fathers that many people regret and complain of not having?”
I don’t think so!
My father is a disgrace to other fathers. If every father is as irresponsible and sexually lose as my father, then, I don’t think any child needs a father around him after his or her birth.
THE END
P.S. Because of the careless attitude of my father towards me while I was growing up, I am always excited whenever I see animals, who may not be as sensible as humans, but are caring towards their young ones.
This is why I used their photographs to illustrate each part of my four-part story.
