In the first episode, Atoh had slept off on the couch waiting for his supposed mom and dad to return from church. Kindly read up the first episode here.
Mr and Mrs Johnson returned from church late in the night. Their car had broken down in the middle of nowhere as they returned from church. Before they could fix it, traffic had gotten tensed. Story short, when they arrived, they were too tired to eat dinner. So, Atoh slept on the couch till the next day.
The next morning, he was calm but his mind was boggling with questions he needed to ask but he decided to wait for dinner again.
I am doing the right thing? Atoh asked himself.
He contemplated reaching out to someone just to share the pains he was feeling. What if this is a mere rumour?
He has watched this same thing in movies, now he is confronted with the same fate but he is so confused on how to go about it.
At Lekki Toll Plaza where he works, the company thought of sending some staff for a three month training in China and Atoh is in the list. This came at the right time. At least, leaving the country would help ease the tension that was already mounting.
That evening during dinner, Atoh narrated the ordeal he had had to live with in the last twenty-four hours tonbis supposed mom and dad. When he was done, no one could eat dinner.
Mr Johnson cleared his throat. Grrrh! Grrrh!!!
You see son, we found you at the gate post of our former residence at Surulere, abandoned in a carton, probably left to die. We couldn't bear leaving you to die so we took you in and lodged a complaint in the police station. All documents are still intact.............
Atoh had already started crying, and Mrs Johnson joined in too. They wept uncontrollably as she shared the experience of barrenness they were faced with for a long period after their wedding.
You are our first son and nothing can change that. Mrs Johnson had gotten emotional about the whole issue as she narrates through the night how she had nurtured Atoh from infancy and now someone out of the blue is coming to lay claim.
Mr. Johnson had gone into his archives to search out the letter that was attached with the baby in the carton on the day they found him.
He presented Atoh with the letter. When he was done reading, he cried the more.
How can that be? The Son Of A Prostitute?
Who would he call his father? Perhaps on the day his mother conceived him, many men had come to patronize his mother, or rather , Jane the prostitute.
No one could go to bed that night. Only Mr. Johnson kept a dry face. Atoh and his foster mother cried like babies. The more they talked, the more they cried.
No one knew how sleep arrested them that night, all in the living room.
In the morning, Atoh prepared himself for work but would not eat breakfast. He hasn't even related the news about his traveling to China for three months. This isn't just the best time.
By the time he was arriving the Lekki Toll Plaza, Jane was already waiting. As soon as she sighted Atoh approaching, she rose from where the receptionist had requested to seat and hopped towards Atoh.
See, see. I don't need you here again. Don't come here causing some nuisance. I don't know you, I don't want to ever know you. Atoh told Jane, frankly.
She was asked to live the premises and never to return.
You ain't worthy to be called a mother. You are not my mother. I know who my mother is.
Jane left the plaza torn in heart and wept profusely as she found her way out.
Three weeks later, Atoh and other nominated colleagues traveled to China. He never came back.
He doesn't want to be tagged:
The Son Of A Prostitute.
Prostitution is never the solution to any problem. Many children out there have become products of such unholy relationships. Not many of those kids born out of wedlock are lucky enough to find the care a child needed.
The menace to society that we are currently facing around the world is mostly as a result of parental irresponsibility.
Hence, if you must quench you sexual urge, use protection. And if you are not ready to get married, run away from any such act as prostitution.
Cultism, gangsterism, waifs and other kinds of social ills are perpetuates by kids who do not have food parental nurturing.
