Finding Mrs. White.

Introductions

Abraham white

He's been through a lot which has shaped his life, his momma is always nudging him to get a wife, so he set out on a journey to finding Mrs. White.

Larry Kingston

The best friend of Abraham, has a funny personality very easy going, and married with one kid.

Sarah Thompson

The step sister of Abraham, she's a very fiery little girl. She knows how to get what she wants, and Abraham will come to testify this as time goes on.

Vincent Thompson

The brother of Sarah Thompson. He's very quiet but don't be deceived, he's quite the ladies man and it's no wonder he's the favourite sibling of Abraham.

Mrs. Thompson

Abraham's momma. The woman who did his very best to look after his son.

Mr. Thompson

Just like his son, he's quite reserved, but as I said,do not be deceived, he sees and hears more than he let's on.

NB: other characters will be added as the story progresses.

From the beginning:

Things aren't at all what they always seem.

While growing up, my mom consistently told me about this perfect life that I will grow up to have.

She will sit me on her lap after cleaning the dishes, mopping the floor and cleaning the kitchen, mostly right after dinner, and tell me stories.

Growing up showed me that, there was never a happy life. If you wait for happiness to find you, you will never be happy, and I learnt that at a very young age.

Growing up, I was never a happy child, I won't say I lacked anything, but then again, riches doesn't guarantee happiness.

My mom said my Dad left her when she gave birth to me, I remember when I was younger, I used to ask My mom why Papa didn't want me.

She used to smile and pet my head, and say, mostly still smiling, "we are too good for papa anyway".

I lived with my My mom and grandmother until my Mom had a job opportunity in the city and so not being able to work with a child at her back most times, I was left with my Grandmother in a small town in Ghana.

I lived with my grandma until I was six years old and and then my mother came for me.

I remember that day like yesterday when I waved goodbye to my teary eyed grandma, bless her gentle soul, as she stood at the lorry station bidding me goodbye and telling me to be a good boy.

I stayed with my mom for a year until a year later when she had the chance to travel to London, the land of honey and plenty as they called it then.

I was never told why I was left behind, my mind was too little to comprehend anyway except that my mom had to travel.

It was a normal day like always when she left for work or so I thought, after dropping me at her best friend's place like she always does, she told me to take Care of myself and that she will come for me when the time was right.

I was too little to understand, and when that night she didn't return, I automatically began staying with her best friend.

Sister Ann was a very nice woman, but she wasn't my mom and as hard as I tried to adapt, I always felt as if I never belonged.

Sister Ann had a daughter who was my age, she was very mean and pushy, always looking for something to blame me for. She was always accusing me of one thing or the other for which I had no idea about. I sometimes wondered how a very kind woman like her could come forward with such a daughter like her, but who am I to judge, everyone is dealing with something one way or the other, people just have a creative way of hiding their faults or problems.

I consider myself strong, because my life experiences, could break someone totally down, but I held onto the hope that "unto whom much is given, much is expected", and vice versa. Meaning in simple terms that, if my troubles were a lot, then my reward will be better.

I stayed with my mom's best friend for sometime until I was asked to go and live with my distant auntie, after a woman in the compound exploited me sexually. I was six when it happened, and the woman in question, Sister Amartei, who lived in the same compound with us, tried to make me understand that it was normal what she was teaching me. And that it was normal to see her naked and fingering herself, whiles watching me, that it was normal to strip naked in front of her whiles she had her way with me, teaching me so many things, I don't think I needed to know at that age.

I was a confused child at age six, knowing so many things but too confused as to what to do with them.

In a way I was kind of happy at first when I heard I was going to be staying with my aunt, because to stay with an auntie meant that atleast someone in my family cared, or so my young mind taught me.

My mom's elder sister, auntie Linda was more than happy to welcome me into her family, considering the benefits that came with it. For instance, every month, my mom will send my upkeep money, not to talk about the numerous clothes and food that came with it. And yet with all these being done, there were still times that I slept on an empty stomach.

Life at my aunt's was not easy but I tried to adjust. My aunty had three children namely Bob, Spendilove and Samantha.

Bob was the eldest and Samantha the youngest. I soon bonded with all of them and soon, I began feeling like everything was going to be okay. But one thing about life is that, tragedy mostly strikes, when you least expect it.

It was one Tuesday, I remember it like it was just yesterday. I had just turned eight two days ago, and my Aunt's daughter, Spendilove, threw a little birthday party for me. With a few children in the neighbourhood attending.

I was in high spirits and for once, I could even say I was happy. I was relaxing under the coconut tree that stood in the middle of our compound when I heard my aunt calling my name.

I quickly ran to her end because I wanted to avoid a slipper being thrown at my head should I delay. My aunt had a very bad temper, to the extent that she could dash your head on wall, if she was angry.

Most times, she threw things a lot. And I tried as much as possible not to be at the receiving end of her anger, but one could never be too careful.

Upon getting to her end, she told me to sit down, that's when she told me, she was taking me to a boarding school and that, I only got to come home after three months. I cried that night because, I felt once again my whole life was being uprooted somewhere else, just when I was beginning to feel wanted.

Being at the boarding house was real hell. No one visited me. The only time anyone came to see me was when school was on vacation and either my uncle or my aunt came for me.

The other kids used to laugh at me, and most nights, I cried myself to sleep. Sometimes, after vacation, I would still be on campus, among a few students whose parents hadn't come for them yet.

Two agonising years of boarding life education, my mom decided it was enough and told my aunt to take me to a regular school.

It will surprise you to know that, I never even for a second hinted to my mom what I was going through. In fact, I didn't even have a choice, since everytime she called, my aunt will be standing beside me, to make sure I didn't say anything to my mom.

Starting a new school is fun if you fit in with your colleagues easily, unless you are someone like me, who finds it not only difficult at socialising, but extremely hard at making friends, then starting a new school can be hell. Trying to pick good friends is even harder.

First three months of starting a regular school was difficult, I was mostly alone, but eventually, I made some few friends. At home, I kept to myself very much, trying to avoid trouble the best way I could.

Life was looking up a little for me, if you leave out my constant struggle with mathematics at school. I mean I was good at all the subjects except maths. I struggled a lot with it, and no matter how much I tried to master it, I found I didn't know enough.

And it didn't help that the school system in my country did not look at who could do what, and who was struggling with what , they captioned all of us under one umbrella..

Being alone has it perks, apart from the fact that it makes you notice things regular people don't, it also opens your eyes to how people react on several levels and in several situations, it also opened my eyes to so many things.

Growing up, I liked to read a lot, so I was kinda open minded than my peers. At age eight, I knew about sex, and so many other matured adult stuff.

One day, I was in my aunt's room sweeping and dusting the place like I always do every morning when my uncle came in. I offered to go out and come later to finish up the work I was doing, but he told me not to worry about him and that I could continue.

Halfway between collecting the residue from sweeping the room, I felt a tug on my shorts, startled I turned and there was my uncle, six foot five of him all, staring back naked at me with a smile on his face. I am telling you I was scarred for life.

I screamed, and then bolted out of the door like the devil himself was on my trail.

I didn't tell anyone about it, I mean who would believe me, besides I thought it was just me overreacting and that he probably meant nothing by that action he exhibited.

I was wrong. That evening, he gave my aunt an excuse that he was taking me to get ice-cream,which was a first, on our way, he suddenly pressed me against a nearby wall and warned me that, if I wanted to stay, I would shut my mouth on what happened earlier that day.

Living in a house with a constant target on your back was no way to live life, and so soon, I began to feel like I didn't belong.

My uncle will come back from work and abuse me both physically and sexually according to his mood.

If he was happy, he made me pull his manhood, and give him head, if he wasn't, he made me strip naked whiles he spanked me with his bare hands.

My aunt had no idea because I was too scared to utter a word to any one and as such, kept it all to myself.

Most times, my uncle will make me strip while he also strips and ask me to make him cum. At first I loathed him for this and complained to him so much that he got angry one-day and warned me that he would punish me if I didn't do what he asked me, and been so scared, I had no choice but to agree.

This went on for sometime till my Aunt and his husband started having problems and I was once again sent away to live with another aunt. At this point, I was too tired of being moved around and being exploited by the very people who were supposed to protect me that, nothing affected me any longer.

My slogan was, what ever will happen should happen.

Sometimes my mom will call and speak to me, assuring me that she will come back for me soon. How soon, was the question that used to be on my mind each time she called, but I never blurted it out. I didn't want her to feel worried.

Staying with my second aunt wasn't bad, except there were times when I had to go to bed on an empty stomach. Those where times that I really wished for my mom.

I started school after a year of living with them. At this point I was ten years old.

During my days in school, I felt unwanted. The other kids made fun of me, calling me unwanted and uncared for, in a way they were right but it still hurt so bad.

I never had parents coming for occasions at school like my colleagues did. No one came for my PTA meetings, graduations and the worse was on parents day.

Let just say I learnt life was difficult at a young age. To be frank, millions of kids worldwide, get abused by the people they most trusted to keep them safe. And most of them were too scared to vent out to anyone and endured this pain alone.

Once again, luck wasn't on my side when my uncle also turned out to be a sex starved adult. He took out his sexual frustrations on me, forcing me to do self depreciating stuff I wouldn't dream of doing in my sane mind.

I endured all without a word, always assuring mom I was fine whenever she called not wanting her to worry. I always told myself I was going to be fine so far as I shut my mouth. That was the biggest mistake of my life.

People like my two uncles always got away with stuff like that. They went about attacking unsuspecting young individuals and still got away with it, because they instilled so much fear into their victims.

There was this young beautiful lady that used to live with my Aunt at the time, she used to like me a lot so I wasn't surprised when one evening, after everyone had retired to bed, she stripped in front of me and asked me to have her, that was at age fourteen.

I had my own share of sexual exploits growing up, and it opened my eyes to so many things.

Not many people are as sane as you may like to think. I was been exploited and I couldn't tell anyone.

My only solace was this small notepad I had. I wrote everything I felt and experienced inside.

I loathed my life and sometimes thought of ending it, but when I thought of my mom, I grew reluctant.

My mom was working to take care of me and how would it feel for her to hear that I had committed suicide?.

I was startled out of my thoughts when Mr. Odei the English teacher told me to go out and meet my Aunt because she was waiting for me .

I rushed out to meet her standing at the reception dressed in one of her best clothes. " we are going to meet your mom at the airport and you better hurry up", she said, and that was in 2012. I was fourteen years old.

I didn't know If I was supposed to be happy, one would justify that I should be but in truth, I was not.

We drove to meet my mom at the Kotaka international airport. The drive was a quiet one, no one said a word, occasionally, I will turn to see my Aunt watching me, and then I will look away.

I was more than relieved to meet my mom, because it meant that I got to stay with her away from my manipulative husband and his wife, and the life I was being forced into. My mom was with two children, a boy and a girl.

I felt so insecure because they were neat and jovial whiles, I was lanky and very quiet.

Apparently she had remarried. I was livid, but then I had no say in the matter. My mom deserved to be happy too after all she had been through.

I remember whiles growing up, I will sometimes catch her in the closest crying, and she would always give me the excuse that something got in her eye.

I never knew my real dad because in all my years of growing up, I never got to see my Dad.

I didn't even know his name because mom refused to talk about him, all I knew was that he was the man who got my mom pregnant, the man that gave his sperm.

And the worst thing was that, he had no excuse not to have catered for me and my mom, because if I the news I heard whiles growing up was right, my Dad was among one of the richest men in the whole of Africa at the time. With chains of companies across the globe, and trucks working for him.

So he had no excuse, the man simply didn't want me, and that was even worse.

My step siblings were named Sarah and Vincent. I warmed up to them immediately, and we got along pretty quickly. They were very nice and treated me like their own siblings and not step siblings.

From this point onwards, I tried my best to forget all my pains and past negative experiences, but it was not that easy. Am proud to say my life took a positive turn from here.

I stayed with my Aunt for a while until I completed my junior high education and then moved in to live with my mom and my two step siblings.

My stepfather was a super nice man. He went out of his way to make me feel like family. For once in my life, I felt loved. Even though sometimes I got weary around him, he proved to me that not all men were the same, and that humanity still stood a chance, and there were still good people in the world, they were just hard to find.

This is where the real story really begins, from growing up to becoming one of the most influential CEO in one of the largest company in my country.

My mom started willing me to get married.

But don't let me get ahead of myself, let me recount from how it all started on my quest to finding Mrs. Right.

My name is Abraham white, and I think I have seen everything there is to see in this life.

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"Abraham, you have served me well, I know of young men like you who are very lazy and squander the money they make on women, but that is not you, for years, I have worked with you and you have worked alongside me to make this law firm a success".

"I have two sons, but they are as lazy as grasshoppers, I flew them abroad to go work for themselves.

Mr. Osei said as I wondered where he was going with this. I was in the house with my mom alone since my step Dad had gone out with my siblings to get something from the supermarket around the corner.

We had just finished eating fufu with a variety of meat and groundnut soup when the call through.

It was Mr. Osei. He wanted me to come to the hospital immediately. Not wasting time, I rushed to the Saint Marys hospital where he had been for the past two weeks.

He looked poorly but idly at peace. He started talking immediately I sat down in one of the seats. " onto the reason I called you here" , he said as he coughed a little before continuing., I smiled, Mr. Odei wasn't one to beat about the Bush. " I know that am growing weak by the second, and if I don't make it, I want you to take control of the law firm, employ new people if you have to, its all in your hands"

And with that, the old man kicked the bucket. It was the fastest transition I had ever seen.

I met Mr. Osei on one of our daily volunteering trips to the orphanages in my locality. He had come there to volunteer too. He took a liking to me, advised me on many occasions.

Infact I was shocked the day I found out he was filthy rich and also owned a law firm. He didn't act like it.

He sponsored my tertiary education and took me through getting my honors in law.

I couldn't hold back my tears. Mr. Osei had employed me as soon as I came out of law school, with no experience or so ever and nurtured me until I was ready, and made me the managing director.

A lot of people were jealous and lashed out at me but I had ignored them all at the time.

I wiped tears from my eyes as I got out of the hospital and drove home.

Mother had made my favourite and as the family sat down to dinner that evening, I made a promise to myself that I was going to make the old man proud wherever he was.

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"Abraham, Mom said she's taking us to Disney this vacation do you want to come?", the young man smiled and patted his stepbrother's head, " I would love to brother, but my workload wouldn't allow me, but I promise to take you to see that football game you have been dying to go see once you return".

The young boy jumped up in happiness, going around the dinner table until his mother had to scold him. Abraham smiled to himself as his stepfather chuckled.