Why Can't They Just Leave Me Alone

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I am a very bright young man, everyone says so all the time and my parents? …….they drum it down my eardrums every single day! ” You know you are a special child”……”.These genes were inherited from your great grand Father”, “Your Grand Father had special gifts”…”.He could tell you what you were thinking”, “Papa was good at calculating numbers and inventing new machinery to help his colleagues in his field”…… my parents would go on for hours about my Grand Fathers exploits with pride

My name is Emeka, I have a small family unit, my Dad, Mum, two younger Sisters who were completely normal and me!

I was the only male child and mostly remember growing into adulthood and being told what to do, where to go, how to behave and who to talk to …sometimes I just felt like a robot, my response was always a ‘ Yes Mum….Yes Dad , the only way to keep my family happy

I excelled in my school work and would have loved to have done other social activities but my parents won’t let me. After I graduated from high school I was shipped off to Harvard for my Business degree and even while in collage my Mum and Dad made sure I had all I needed and constantly reminded me to focus on my education, my Mum will always end all our conversations with ‘Remember whose Son you are, don’t bring shame to the family name”

Years passed and school work progressed and went pretty well the only thing I had a problem with was my love life….my friends would constantly tease me, calling me a VIRGIN , SLACKER and all

Don’t get me wrong ….the girls loved me but when ever I was given a chance to do anything with them I grew numb! On one occasion, one of the girls I was coaching became frustrated and blurted out that she didn’t think I was man enough….she felt bad because I had not moved in on her when she wanted me to. Few days after that episode was really difficult to handle, every night I ask myself the same question over and over

The next few weeks were somewhat adventurous , I partied every night and visited a few brothels …at least if I was going to learn I might as well learn from the professionals ….a little awkward as it seemed for me but in the end….. I enjoyed it!

Fast forward to present Day, I met one of the ladies and completely fell in love with her, my parents found out and would have nothing to do with her and claimed they would disown me if I married her

I sincerely believe circumstance brought her here

Why wont they just let me make my own choices!

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