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
"I can see you studied English at National University of Ireland, Galway." The man said, with his eyes swaying sideways as they accessed the CV he was holding up to his face.Beaming widely, O'Connell nodded. "Yes, I just came back a month ago." He provided."Why didn't you stay and look for a better job there? Here in Drogheda, reporters don't earn that much. And it's quite risky out there." The man raised his head up, just to cast him a frown.O'Connell narrowed his eyes at him, with his smile completely gone. "I have my reasons why I came back. So there's no point to make a fuss about this." He squeezed the arms of the peeling chair, that he was sitted on."What?" The man's jaw dropped in shock. He couldn't remember the last time someone talked to him like that."Sorry? Did I say anything mean to upset you?" O'Connell inquired, his gaze innocent. He knew he could be bad mannered sometimes, but couldn't help it.So he made the decision to be
"Take him away, he's bloody lying!" The woman suddenly shouted, almost leaping.And then, they carried on pulling him away.Pain shot through O'Connell, causing goosebumps to rise on his every single pore. Because he was being humiliated and embarrassed again. All he went there for, was for a job. But then, he was being misquoted and humiliated, because of his looks. Worst, the witchy white devil of a woman, wasn't helping matters at all.She just saw him, took one look at him, and decided she didn't like him. He knew.But he wanted them to give him a chance to see her boss."What's going on in here!?" Someone yelled. Putting everything to halt. Even the hefty body guards. One had the door opened, while the other was holding O'Connell like a toy.And the voice, belong to a man.He looked quite old, with greying hair. And had a giant scowl on his face like the 'Grinch'He took slowly and steadily footsteps,
O'Connell watched him, as he stared into the air thoughtfully. He knew alot of things were going on in the man's mind. Maybe he was contemplating on not hiring him.Perhaps, if he didn't, he would leave. There were other places he could get a job.Mr Derrick lowered himself to his sit, then returned his eyes back to O'Connell."So, you're from here?"O'Connell swallowed, then gave him a firm nod."My mom is from Nigeria, though. And I stayed with her dad for sometime."Mr Armit nodded. Stared at him in a thoughtful manner, then proceeded to ask. "How long do you intend working here?"It was something he always asked the people who wanted him to offer them jobs. So he could determine if they were getting hired or not."Uh.." O'Connell's voice trailed away, as he searched for an answer in his head. "For as long as possible." He finally provided, maintaining eye contact with Mr Armit.And the man chuckled. Before jo
O'Connell closed the exit doors shut, and was about heading towards the waiting area where he could hail a taxi, when he saw a man ogling at a teenage girl who was putting on very little clothing, as she walked on the road like one who had no care in the world. The man's wife noticed this, spat into his gaped mouth. And smacked him so hard on the face, that it pulled the attention of people towards them.Something which made O'Connell guffawed in laughter, because it was such an amusing sight to be seen."Well, well, well. If it isn't the rustic petty boy, trying to secure a job." The feminine voice of a female, suddenly pulled him out of his laughing state.Slowly, he turned around to see the owner of the voice.His face squeezed into a frown, when he saw that it was Penelope O'Sullivan.What is she doing out here? Where are her body guards? O'Connell wondered, then tucked his ha
On getting home, O'Connell tried to get in, but the door was locked. He pounded his fist on the door several times. But there wasn't any response.He swore under his breath, wondering where the hell his roommate went.Eventually the said person jerked the door open. Wearing boxers, was bare chested, with a facial expression of impatience."Where the hell did you go?" The boy Bentley asked."Job haunting." O'Connell replied, then glanced over Bentley's shoulder, into the living room. There, he saw feminine clothes on the chair, panties and bra on the floor.A sick grin spread across his face, as he returned his eyes to Bentley. "You asshole." He said, then shoved the boy aside so he could make his way into the house."So did you get the job?" Bentley asked O'Connell, as he followed him into the kitchen."Yep." O'Connell replied him, popping the 'P'. Then he slammed the fridge door open to grab a bottle of beer.
Flashback to how it all started. As a kid, O'Connell was one shy boy, who because of being overweight, chose to be antisocial. He knew he could never blend in because kids always laughed at him, and called him fat and ugly. To the extent of bullying him. He had pale skin, and was round and thick. With thighs like that of woman. He lived with his maternal Grandpa, Adesina Ayodeji, and Tosin Ayodeji who was his uncle, and seven years ahead of him. O'Connell lived with them in Nigeria because his mom, who had given birth to him at a very tender age, was studying medicine, a seven years course at the University. And his dad, well his mom's fiance, was in Brazil, running his family business. O'Connell's mom 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. So, O'Connell lived with his Grandpa and uncle. With his mom coming from time to time
O'Connell watched Jeremy through his window, as he rode on his bicycle with his acquaintances. Waiting for the perfect moment to throw down the letter he had wrote, and had crumpled into a paper ball.He had been fantasizing about doing this for a very long time. Ever since few days ago, when he almost slipped and fell into dirt, and Jeremy had caught hold of him and helped him up.O'Connell had finally summoned up the courage to write him about how he felt about him. To him, Jeremy was the most good looking boy he had ever seen. He was so neat and calm in class. Something which had made him develope feelings for him even more. Plus he was nice, caring, had good manners with good grades at school.O'Connell had asked Marguerite once, when she had come visiting, if it was normal to like his own fellow boy. And she replied, saying it was very normal. It was until the boy told her he was inlove with a boy in his class, that she went haywire. Then began yellin
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
So O'Connell, after finally getting his biological father's picture and name from his mom's safe, he started off his journey to go in search of his father. With the help of his Grandma Estella, who help flew him out of Nigeria to Drogheda, Ireland.The place seem cool, and people barely paid attention to him. Because he was like them too. His hair, his skin color. And he felt a tad better and didn't feel out of place anymore.It was hard to find his father, because he was all alone in somewhere he had never been before. He just had the name and photo of his dad. And it was really hard for him. Being sixteen and all alone in Ireland with just his backpack, and important items inside the backpack.He had blocked Raymond and his mom's numbers from calling him. Having decided that it was high time he start making decisions for himself.
"Do you want to go back to London? Your grandma Estella would agree to that, if I talk to her." Raymond suggested after a long pause of thinking. And O'Connell was forced to let his thoughts travel back to London.***He found himself watching the boys, and felt his face forming into a slight scowl when the teenage girls left their table to go meet the boys, and flirt with them openly. He couldn't help staring, as the three girls sat down with these boys, smiling widely. With a waitress hovering around their table, taking their orders.One of the girls, flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, as she talked to the one with black hair in a pony tail, and lip piercing. Her eyes lit up, as she carried on staring at him with admiration. Not even feeling ashamed that she was making a fool of her self, which made her seem cheap.O'Connell thought about how life was, in Nigeria. Of course it was fun. He cou