09/06/2020
just for a night made
(THROWBACK, UNEDITED)
GAZING at my FATHER through the BATHROOM WINDOW
Chapter 1
“Wow! My mother is such a lucky person in this whole world. I wish her man was mine, because I doubt there are better men out there, than my father. He is so handsome. How I wish he could be mine. His arms look so strong, and the way his belly muscles are intersected in horizontal, they so much resemble six packs of beverage cans. What a six pack he’s got, it’s so hot! Oh gosh! It melts my soul. And he is so hairy, just the way I would love my man to look like.”
These were words said in a faint ‘bedroom’ tone, by an 18 year old Lumbwe as she constantly peeped through the bathroom window, and watched her well built-up and shirtless father, Oliver Simasiku, who was trimming flowers planted next to his main-house bathroom.
As she said those words, she squeezed with both hands, her fairly rip chest oranges while fantasizing her father was with her in the bathroom.
Oliver Simasiku, an engineer by profession, had three children. One girl and two boys, Oliver Simasiku Jr, and Lloyd, both of whom were younger brothers to Lumbwe-the only girl in the family. Lumbwe, who recently completed her grade 12 at Hill-Crest Technical Secondary School in Livingston, lived with her family in the former country’s tourist capital.
Her mother, Yvonne, was a teacher at one of the private schools in Livingston. Yvonne spent much of her time at work, she was a busy mother. Being a deputy head of the private school she worked for was more than demanding. And Lumbwe’s father, Oliver Simasiku, did his office work from home, quite often; and only went out in the field when his company had a construction contract.
Her father was this handsome looking man. He had everything that most ladies adored. His breathe, was ever spiced up with mint flavoured sweets. It was simply fresh. His body aroma, sprayed a mouth watering scent, that smelled much like a watermelon fragrance. He had a well tendered chin; his beards were well trimmed and lined.
He was the kind that went to the barbershop with tinny grains of hair, and returned home with a bald-head. ‘Potato-cut’, was his favorite. His muscles were well built up, and his chest, was what most ladies yearned for. When off work, he worked out at a local gym. He was tall, with a skin complexion befitting that of an ant hill. He simply was handsome.
Now, from the time Lumbwe was young and able to speak, she could tell her mother she was going to wed her father each time she and her mother attended a wedding. This to both her parents, was a joke, that most girl children made unknowing of what it meant in real sense.
Her mother, supported her by saying, “This is your husband, you will have a wedding with him, like the wedding we witnessed; no one will take him away from you.” Those were the words she used to tell Lumbwe, with a mere view of making her happy. This trend was common when Lumbwe was in her 10s.
To Lumbwe, her father was a superman. She looked up to him, he was her role model and so, most times she would tell her father she wanted to start working with him at his company once she completed her secondary and subsequent university studies. But, the Simasikus did not realise that, they were grooming her to take over the head of the house-Oliver Simasiku, her father, as her husband.
Her interest and love for her father grew each day that she woke up and saw him in his white vest, and his usual blue jean short. She could hug him, and give him light kisses on his lips. To Oliver, Lumbwe was a young dady’s girl who simply cherished her father’s love. Her mother tolerated it, as she too felt Lumbwe loved her father better.
But when Lumbwe was in her 11th grade, she developed so much hate for her mother. She hated her mother because, every time Yvonne said bye to her husband in Lumbwe’s presence, she pecked him on the lips, a tradition that most romantically married couples adopt. But this to their daughter Lumbwe, was done by her mother to hurt her feelings. She took her mother as her rival.
She hated it so much that one day, her father noticed she was getting jealous of her mother’s romantic moves towards him. It was so strange for him. Lumbwe did not take this lightly each time it happened. Most times this happened, she could stop talking to her ‘ignorant’ mother.
So, the father realised that, his daughter had grown, and therefore, there was need to avoid acts that suggested s*x in her presence. Her father and wife discussed it, and resolved that, they stopped romancing in her presence. Oliver thought his daughter was just uncomfortable, he didn’t know that her getting upset had everything to do with rivalry attitudes.
Each time Lumbwe got upset with her mother and father, to her, it meant that she had sent a message of displeasure to her parents. And when her parents stopped romancing around her, her happiness was resuscitated. She got along so well with her mother, but never shared secrets with her as she did with her father while lying on his chest. She felt her mother was her competitor, and sharing stories with her, would have meant shooting herself in the foot. So she always her mouth shut. Even when she became of age, she first told her father, and her mother, learnt of it from Oliver.
This act, made her mother uncomfortable. She felt her daughter had matured, and therefore, exposing herself to such tendencies stood higher chances of ruining her in some ways. So, to Lumbwe’s mother, the only way she could permanently stop her daughter from being all over her husband was to do things that made her uncomfortable. And that was, kissing and cuddling in her presence.
So, every time Lumbwe sat next to her father, her mother could join them on the couch, and initiate cuddling with her husband. This for sure irritated Lumbwe, who without hesitation, would get up in anger and lock herself in her bedroom and wept uncontrollably.
Her heart was often broken. And this got worse when she completed her secondary school. When she finished her school, she used to spend much of her time at home. And each time she heard sounds in her parents’ bedroom, she would tiptoe from her bedroom to their bedroom door, place her right ear on the door, and listen to her mother and fathers’ groan, and toss each other around in pleasure.
Each time she heard them sound pleasurised in their bedroom act, Lumbwe teared and would remark as she walked back to her bedroom that was adjacent to her parent’s, “I hate my mother. How can she be doing this with a man I love so much, she knows I love this man so much. Mother why, mother..?”
To Be Continued…
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