My Father is Like P Diddy and Jay-Z

When I think about my father, I have mixed emotions. On the one hand, he’s my father, I’m supposed to respect and love him because that’s how I was raised.

In African households, you would rather jump into rush hour traffic than disrespect your parents. No matter what they said or did, you had no choice, you had to bow down to them.

From a very early age, I knew that my dad was a predator, and his friends enabled his weird behavior. In fact, he was so well liked and respected that he gained something like a God-like status.

Our family were treated like royalty when we went to parties and functions. The women admired him and stared at him like he was some kind of superhuman being.

The truth is, my dad is a serial womanizer and abuser. He would have affairs with women who needed saving. Single mothers and young, troubled teens. He would manipulate and abuse them to destroy their self-esteem and they would do anything for him.

I remember coming home from school at times to find a young woman in the house. He would say that she was a friend from work or he was tutoring them or something of that nature.

When I look back, I knew that my dad was a compulsive liar and I didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth, not one word.

That’s why he hated me.

To this day, my dad rarely speaks to me, and I’m not bothered. If I was on fire, I doubt he would come to my rescue because I know too much. I think he wants me gone.

Anyway, years ago, I found images, hundreds of images of young teen girls in a secret phone that he had stashed away. That’s when it was all confirmed, my dad is a serial predator.

Maybe I should have gone to the police and showed them all this stuff, and had him arrested. I don’t know.

Maybe I’m in the wrong for keeping quiet about it, but honestly, other people know too. I’m not the only one.

In fact, years ago, before I was even born I believe, he had preyed on my mum’s sister who was a teenager at the time. He treated her like dirt from what she says, my mum knew, but she brushed it under the carpet.

Years later, it all came out, my mum admitted that she knew what my dad did but she kept quiet about it. Why is is that some mothers refuse to leave these men?

My mum should have left him the minute she found out what he did to her sister, but she stayed. Why?

Did he manipulate and abuse my mum too? I think he did.

My dad is no different to P.Diddy and Jay-Z, they are powerful men who abused their power, and my dad used his power as a manager, boss, and president of a well known association in London to abuse and manipulate women and young girls.

Now, he uses his position as a man with money who holds a British passport to abuse young women in Africa.

He married a woman 30 years his junior, he started dating her when she was a teenager. Sick!

Sometimes I feel like ratting my dad out to the cops, but I would be public enemy number one. How do I keep this secret? How do I keep this pain locked up inside?

Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to speak up. Maybe, just maybe.

Would you speak up if you were in my shoes?