After searching for his dad, for a week, O'Connell finally found someone who claimed he knew where O'Connell's dad was.
O'Connell began wondering how his father would act, after seeing him. He had only seen a picture of his father, when the man was eighteen or so. And the color of the picture was black and white. The man's name was Adolphus.
O'Connell's mother had lied she had a one night stand, with some stranger in Ireland, when she went visiting , and had no idea she was pregnant until she came back to Nigeria.
The man horned and it interrupted O'Connell from his mind traveling down that memory lane. It seemed like he had zoned out throughout the drive on the streets. Because he was currently in the man's car, and they were heading to his dad's place.
And at that moment, they were right in front of a huge black gate.
"Is this where my dad lives?" O'Connell asked, turning to look at the man.
And the man replied him with just a firm nod.
How would his family take this? Does he have a wife? Does he have kids? How would they all look at me? What if I get seen as an enemy and gets rejected?That would be if he had a family. O'Connell thought.He closed his eyes, then let out a big puff of breath. Wanting so hard to stop himself from feeling that way.Closing the car door shut at his side, he curled his fingers into fists then clenched them hard. That he could detect slight cracking sounds from them, with his ear.He was beginning to wonder if he made the wrong decision by coming over to meet his dad, who was a total stranger to him.As they made their way into the house, O'Connell was awed by it. It was so high and wide with beautiful deco and modern expensive looking furnitures. The house spoke of wealth. There were big beefy body guards, surrounding the house. Plus the security guards were up to five.O'Connell began wondering if his dad was someone drug Lord or mafia. And th
Thomas, that was his name right? O'Connell wondered, as he looked at his kid step brother. Who was purely Irish and not a biracial like him. Plus the boy was really handsome. His blonde hair was skin cut. And he was chubby. Still had that round baby fatness on his cheeks, arms and stomach.The kid as if sensing being watched for the second time, looked at O'Connell and offered him a smile. With chocolate stained all over his chubby round cheeks.Not that O'Connell didn't love his siblings from his mom's side, but he just felt there would be a bond between him and this kid. Well, that would be if he would by accepted by his father.He shoved his fists into his pants pockets, then tucked his tongue inside his cheek to feel the soft silk-like flesh. Trying to make himself feel relaxed a bit.What if his dad denied him, and sent him away. Would he return back to Nigeria to meet his mom? He doubt he would. He even made the decision to look for some job a
After graduating out of National University of Ireland, Galway, O'Connell chose to stay in Galway. He got an apartment of his own, and did minor jobs, because he had it at the back of his mind that he was going to head back to Drogheda, to work and stay there. His father had been more than supportive to him, and O'Connell was really glad he took the bold step, to look for him. Being the heir to his dad's companies, he decided to not stay with his dad and brother, since he wanted to work for himself and earn his own money. He was to inherit most of his dad's possession at 26.O'Connell missed his mother, Raymond and siblings. He hadn't completely cut off all ties with them, but he chose to stay away. He felt since his mom couldn't accept him for who he was, then there was no way he was going to go back to her and her family. Although he felt really sad, because Raymond had treated him like his own father.O'Connell had even developed an Irish accent himself, since he wa
Age 22Sweat dripped down O'Connell's face, down to his neck and his under arms, as he rapidly bounced the ball thrice and dribbled pass his opponents aggressively.Another opponent from his right made to take the ball, but he quickly did an ankle breaker crossover to his left. Where his teammate was and made to pass the ball to him. But O'Connell decide against it, because he felt the boy damn sluggish and less calculating so he changed his mind and dribbled down the court, with his heart thumping loudly in his chest.When he was quite close to the opponents net, he didn't jump, he just threw the ball and watched as it glided through the net and bounced on the floor.They were ten in Number who had arrived at the basketball court that evening and the coach splited them into two groups and made them play against eachother.The game finally came to an end, and O'Connell's group won the other group.In his group, O'Connell scored 1
Present.On the day of my mom's funeral was when I got to meet with Raymond and my siblings again, after eight good years of not seeing them.I had taken a flight from Ireland to Nigeria, and landed right in Lagos. Then I took a bolt and headed straight to my mother's house.Although it had been a long long while, but I still knew the roads to Raymond's home.Things were more advanced in Lagos, and I knew that I missed being in Lagos, because I grew up and had all of my childhood memories there.My three siblings were looking all grown, and the two older siblings had crashed into me with a bond crushing hug, despite they were still morning Mom. While the youngest just stood back and watched, with a sad facial expression on. He wasn't really familiar with me, because I had left when he was barely a year old.Grandpa and Uncle Tosin were really glad to see me. And it was sad that grandpa was aging really fast. He was now sevent
Three months later.It was 10pm in the night, and I was heading home from work, hoping my roommate Bentley had already ordered some take out meal, when a car drove out of nowhere, just to obstruct me from getting to my apartment which was just two blocks away.It was quite odd that someone would do this. Maybe it was Penelope O'Sullivan who had sent someone to come abduct me, so she could torture me to her satisfaction.Or maybe not. Because I decided to cut off from my sexual relationship with Scott. I did it because I was already fed up. We were using ourselves just for pleasure. And maybe I wanted someone to genuinely care for me, and be mine alone.I tucked my hands inside my pocket, as I waited for the person to come out of the car.And right at that moment, someone hopped out of the car.He was as tall as I was, and had a huge trained physique. But I couldn't see his face properly, since it he chose to stand at