Imagine your only child getting expelled from a Catholic school for homosexuality. That big mask of disgrace, and those fingers that would point from all angle and say, that's his father. That was what Obinze was battling. Wordlessly, after listening to his child's offence, he walked his son out of the principal's office.

"Mr. Obinze," the principal dressed in sultan said, "Please take his expulsion letter." He stretched the paper across the table. Standing above the threshold, Obinze looked back at him askance.

Driving with both hands squeezing on the steering, Obinze thought of a possible fib he could say when asked why his son wasn't in school. He was beat up! That Catholic school lacks guudience! They don't give them meat! He hit the steering repeatedly making the fragile boy beside him shrink in his seat.

"Chisom what have I done to deserve this disgrace?" Obinze looked at him, ignoring the vast highway.

"I'm sorry dad," the fragile boy said.

"You are sorry?"
Obinze wasn't as angry as a father should. Most of the anger he felt was towards himself. How he sat back and smiled when little Chisom would grouse when his mother removed her wig from his head, how he would wail until lipstick was smeared on his lips. Then came a time when he was thirteen, when Mrs Afolabi, the busty woman that lived in the last flat, came, pulling her son by the arm screaming from a distance that, Chisom had asked my son to show him his Winne! ewo! You people should see what this little boy is teaching my son.

"Why do you keep disgracing me?!"

"Daddy I am sorry."

"If you keep saying that, I would smack you!" Action followed. Even Obinze didn't know when his hands left to steering to land the slap.

Chisom was crying now, "Daddy it's not my fault, I love boys!"

Obinze's ear twitched, and with no space to expand what he just heard, Chisom said, "Love has an ubiquity nature, it can..."

"Unbi...what?" That wasn't his son speaking. Using such big word. It was too rigid; like something he had learnt or seen somewhere. The internet, he guessed.

"You like boys..." Obinze muttered. If he wanted to kill his son, he could've done it a long time ago. He wondered when he accepted that his only son was gay.