Man Laments As His Mother Deprives Him Of Meeting His Biological Father

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His mother eventually found out and warned him that the day he makes peace with his father will also be the same day he ceases to be her son.

“A man took to social media to cry out about his mother depriving him of meeting his biological father.

He disclosed that he lacked a male presence in his life while growing up and confronted her severally about it.

On a good day, he asked his aunt who took him to his father’s shop and that was the first time he came in contact with him.

In the long run, his mother eventually found out and warned him that the day he makes peace with his father will also be the same day he ceases to be her son.

Sharing his story, he said:

“I was very young when I started asking about my father. We lived in a compound house where every household had a man in it. We had none. All I had was my mother. Whatever I needed, she provided. But I wasn’t fulfilled.

I looked at what went on in the households around us and wanted the same thing. I wanted a man in our house. In school, people talked about their fathers; “My father bought me this and that.” My father took me to this place and that place.” “My father…” “My father…”

When it got to my turn to speak, I said, “My mother…” At some point, my friends turned on me; “Why is it always your mother? Don’t you have a father who does something for you?”

So I came home with questions for my mother; “Where’s dad? Everyone has a father so where’s mine?”

When I was very young the answer was, “He has traveled. When he comes you would see him. When anyone asks you, tell them your dad has traveled.”

When I reached mid-age—ten or twelve, the answer changed. “I don’t know where your father is. He traveled and never came back. I don’t know where he went and I haven’t heard from him. When one day he comes around, you’ll see him.”

And then it turned into a threat. I was a teenager then; “You’ll never ask me about your father again, do you hear me? Do you lack anything around here? The next time you mention your father again, I will throw you out so you go and look for him yourself. And when you leave, you’ll never come back here again.”

So one day we went to our hometown. I was sixteen I think. When I was alone with my mother’s elder sister. I whispered into her ears, “Do you know anything about my father? Mom said he traveled. These days when I ask her she gets angry. Do you know where he is?”

She whispered back, “Yes I know where he is. He’s around town. I know where we can find him but promise me when we go there, you won’t mention it to your mother.”

The next morning she held my hand and took me to a street close to the main market. She said, “Let’s sit here and wait.” Minutes later she pointed at a shop and said, “Look over there. You see that man opening the shop? Look at him very well. That’s your father. He owns that shop so he’s always around.

Someday when you grow up and want to meet him, you know where to find him.” I pleaded with her to take me to him but she didn’t. She said it wasn’t in her place to introduce me to my father.

I got home and I thought of him a lot and wondered why my mother won’t let me see him.

When I got to the boarding house in senior high school, I sneaked out of campus and traveled to our hometown to meet him. Guess what, he recognized me when he saw me. He asked, “What are you doing here? Who brought you here and how did you know my shop?” I answered only one question from the lot; “My aunt showed me here.”

He took me home and met his wife and his three children. The first was way older than me. The second, Raymond was around my age and the third was a girl. It was Raymond I built a connection with. I spent the night with them and the following day, he took me to the station, gave me money, and bade me goodbye.

Something in me rested that day. The curiosity. The empty feeling of the unknown. The inadequacies of my younger days were gone. I had seen my father. I had touched him. I knew he was alive. I knew he was a person. My spirit rested and I never looked for him again but somehow, I was always talking to Raymond, asking him how dad was doing and all.

Eleven years later, I went into my messenger and saw a message from Raymond. Somehow we lost contact so he dropped his number and asked me to give him a call. I called him that very moment and we talked. I asked about dad and he said, “Your man is dying slowly.

I don’t know how long he has left but any man at his age who gets a stroke mostly doesn’t survive it. His left side is gone. He’s gradually losing his speech. He asked of you recently. That’s the main reason why I sent you the message. Come and see him before he finally goes away.”

I’d wanted to travel the next day to see him but something told me to speak to my mom about it first. It was my conscience. It kept pricking me; “Mom has a reason she didn’t want me to see my father. If I go now, won’t it be a betrayal on my part?” So I traveled to my mom and spoke to her about it.

“Do you know that I met my father so many years ago? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I know you met him. I intentionally didn’t ask you about it.”

“How did you know? Aunt told you about it?”

“So it’s your aunt who took you to him, right? Thanks for letting me know. I will deal with her.”

“Wait, you mean she didn’t tell you? So how did you know?”

“Your books. I saw what you’ve written behind them. Adɔfo asa. That’s your father’s Nickname. The day I saw it written on all your exercise and textbooks, I knew you had met him.”

“Are you angry?”

“Yes, I’m angry. It’s the reason why I didn’t talk about it but now I know where to channel that anger.”

“But why didn’t you want me to see my father?”

“The day you make peace with that man, it’s over between us. You cease to be my son. I won’t tell you my reasons now.”

That’s how the conversation ended. I didn’t dare tell her about my father’s condition and the need to go and see him. I abandoned the mission right there. I should be sleeping by now but the thoughts of my father and my mother keep me awake each night.

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