The Indolent Boy. What is wrong with him?

Once upon a time in a tiny village of Bizoh, lived a very rich man who had a son. The man loved his son that he almost did everything for him as he grew up. The father pampered his son in every aspect. The son grew up knowingly that everything is spoon sped. He never thought other people would sweat to earn a good living. He enjoyed the life and so it as a blessing. He could not imagine anything out of this cocoon life; even going to the toilet he had servants who would take him. Some servants would wait until he finished and clean him. The servants did not mind as long they were earning their living. In most cases they would do anything including dressing and taking him out.

One night his father was sitting alone, and the big man was thinking deeply of his son, as he rocked his chair. A good thought had visited him that it was time for his son to get married. He wanted his son to marry a beautiful girl and in his heart he had one girl in his mind, and she was his friend’s daughter and the family lived a few miles from their village. The girl was envy of every man. She was incredibly beautiful, and some men regretted for marrying early and they thought they would have chances to snap this jackpot. On this night the big man smiled broadly, as he imagined this girl being his daughter-in-law, and envisaged how beautifully would be his grand children. The big man stood up and danced with the joy. He would make his son a proud man, an envy of other men, he thought as he punched his chest, which was punctuated with a deeper laughter. He went to bed with full of joy.

The following day he called his friend and explained his intentions over the phone. He amused the father of the girl. He never thought his friend would want his daughter to be his daughter-in-law, somehow these two old friends they led different lives. The father of the girl was a working class but his friend was more of bourgeois. He agreed to terms and condition of lobola. This big man was going to make the potential in-laws to be tycoons. The father of the girl shared the information with his wife, and the wife danced with joy and praised God for giving such a beautiful girl who instantly seemed to wipe away their financial worries. She repetitively kissed her husband until it was dusk. They called their daughter who had just come from visiting her friends. The parents conveyed the message to their daughter. The girl was also shocked but she was willingly to be part of this rich family. The trios were excited that they did not hear the sound of cars arriving at their doorstep. They were shocked when they found out there was a knock on their door, and when the husband opened the door only to find it’s his friend.

He realised things were moving fast than he expected. The big man had come with loaded groceries, and some new wrapped notes in big bundles worthy over a million and a chauffeur was arriving with a brand new Mercedes for the daughter’s family. The two men sat down and discussed to the length and the father of the boy had insisted to take the girl the same night, as he wanted to surprise his son, and it was his son’s birthday. The two families finally agreed and the girl was made to pack her things, and she did it obediently, she kissed her parents as she glamorously shoved herself on to the seat and tied her seatbelt. The parents waved with tears strolling down their cheeks. “Our princess, there she goes,” the father spoke with anguish voice. He hugged his wife tightly a blew the last kiss to their daughter. The convoy of cars melted from a distance as the princess was whisked to the palace.

The princess was ushered on a red carpet and went in a special room. The room was extravagantly decorated, and a bold message inscribed in golden big letters: WELCOME PRINCESS: AS FROM TODAY YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THIS HOUSE. The beautiful girl smiled and thought that life is a wheel of fortune. She spread her legs softly on the most comfortable sofa. The father in law informed the girl that he was about to release the good news to his son. His wished her well and kissed her. The father had been clandestinely working on this matter and he had advice his servants not to leak any information to his son. The servants had obediently followed his advice, so the son was in for a big surprise. The father went in the room with joy and the party was already in full swing. He danced a while with his son, after a while he ordered the DJ to stop playing music as he had a beautiful pleasant for his son. There was silence in the room, as everyone wanted to hear what this man was going to offer for his son.

“Firstly I would want to thank God for giving me such a wonderful son. I remember the day he was conceived; I was besides his mother, on a swimming pool. His birth made me to be a proud father, I promised my late wife, that I will take care of our son and do anything for him under the sun. I am glad that I fulfilled that dream, and the only person who is missing it’s his mother who passed away on the same day he was born.” His voice at this stage was emotional, as the images of his beautiful late wife flashed back. “I thanked her for giving me a beautiful son and I remember kissing her as she slipped away from my arms. As I am speaking I wish she was here with me as I am about to announce the very special news for my son. I believe my wife is watching above from the sky, as this is the special day for me and my son and all of you who have come to witness this day. Your gathering made it special,” he addressed the crowd and as his voice reached crescendo tone.

“Secondly, I want to say a Very Happy Birthday to my son, in bold letters,” the father beamed. I have thought for the past six months about the best gift I could give you on your birthday. After toiling with my brains, the best gift I can give you today popped up a couple of days ago.”  The big man smiled, as he looked straight into his son’s eyes. The son reciprocated and hugged his father. “Dad, I appreciate you more than my heart could say at this hour. Whatever you have for me I know it’s the best as you are my best dad in the world.” The father and son grinned and hugged once more. The crowd applauded. “My son, my own beloved son, I as your dad, I want to see you living a happy life till to the end. As a man I know what makes a man happy. The medicine of a happy life to a man is a bubbling woman, who cares about his man from his stomach to his daily needs.” He paused deliberately, allowing his message to sink. The son grinned, but he had no clue where the story was leading. He stared his son again and looked into the crowd. He strode two steps and spread his right arm over his son’s shoulder.

“Son, the very special gift I have been secretly preparing for you,” he paused once more and looked his son closely. He hesitated a while but decided to kill off the message. “In that room” he pointed it with his finger, “which we have always called the queen’s room, there is an angel, a beautiful girl, the daughter of my best friend, and today I pronounce you as her husband. Don’t ask of the lobola as everything had been put in place.” The crowd applauded but the son was in shock. He shivered and forced a smile.

After he gained his momentum the son delivered his own speech. “ I want to thank you dad for a such wonderful a gift. I deeply appreciate as it almost paralyses my nervous system,” he spoke slowly with intentions. His dad smiled agreeing with his son. “But dad you know that the entire of my life I never worked or sweat. This place to be what it is today; It is the sweat of the servants and the servants have been my aids in every social aspect of my life. So, as you know dad, I am your pampered lazy son, spoiled from bottom to top. Did you ever thought of  how I am going to work on this woman? “Dad, please, try to understand, I may sound ungrateful but my major question lies on the truth about this girl.”“Which is?” The father asked anxiously. “Is she pregnant?” the son finally asked. The father collapsed with shock.

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