The clock struck seven and suddenly, my mobile phone went wild, conveying an earsplitting sound in the house. From my bed, I fumbled for the phone and
switched it off.
I jumped out of bed and reached for my pajamas. Hastily, I put them on, snatched my soap, sponge and towel, and rushed to the bathroom, humming an old tune.
Being a Saturday, I was in the highest of moods. That was especially so, knowing I had the whole day to myself since I had made no arrangements on how to kill off the day. All the same, I had a hunch that something good would crop up.
As I turned on the shower, I felt rivulets of refreshing, cool water cascading down my naked body. I gasped for breath as I tried to get accustomed to the cold shower.
My bath witnessed the elapsing of thirty minutes as I fantasized about my many lovers - Rose, Sharon, Mattie, and my latest acquisition Trish. This one was my heaven and earth. She was exceptional because not only was she ravishingly beautiful but also brainy. Since meeting Trish, I had suspended seeing my other girlfriends to have more time with her, uninterrupted.
Trish really made me go haywire by the mere sight of her. In fact, beauty radiated from her like a halo. Her voice was as romantic as that of a cooing dove. Besides, she was buxom as evidenced by her voluptuous body. To say the Almighty had done the best work of art on her was not to be metaphoric, but to be simply literal.
To compliment her looks, I had to dig deeper into my pockets to provide for her many hairdos, albeit begrudgingly. But then again a man has to be a man. I made sure she wore the most exotic and up-to-the-minute hairstyles in town. Why not? It was obvious I had to be free-spending with a lady of her calibre.
The day we met reminisced in my mind. It was love at first sight. Her glistening eyes reflected into mine and smiles were born. I showered her with my compliments and her glowing smile was just the stimulant that I wanted.
Hastily, I left my table and headed straight to where she was seated. I looked down at her and asked to join her.
“Oh! You can join me. After all, I am… I have no date,” she said invitingly smiling at me.
“Thanks very much. And for that, I will be your host. Let me pay for the dinner,” I said, beckoning the waitress and placing an order for appetisers.
Thereafter, we had our main meal leavened with my good and humorous jokes.
Wimpy, corner George Silundika, and First Street is where I usually took dinner. I loathed cooking and doing dishes hence this restaurant had become my stopover.
During the meal, Trish opened her biography to me. She stayed with her mother in the leafy Avondale Suburb. She had never seen her father in the flesh as her parents had divorced at a time when she was still in the womb. She had only seen her father on photos, shown her by her mother.
Although she exerted great emotion on the issue, I did not take much note of it as my heart and mind were already visualising myself tenderly entangled in her arms, my lips drawing satisfaction from hers and my hands exploring the contours of her feminine body.
I held back my propositions for a better moment. We exchanged addresses and cellphone numbers and promised to call each other frequently.
When I finally told her that she was the missing link in my ‘lonely’ life, it was only to fulfill the existing love between us.
“I loved you from the moment I set my eyes on you. Thus, I have been very much drawn to you since then. I have never felt this way for any man,” she said, delicately taking my palm into her hands.
Surely, the words “I love you” have never been boring to hear especially from somebody you adore. When Trish whispered these endearments into my ears, I could not thwart a smile that came naturally to me. I felt something in me moving and I was a born again.
From that day, Trish became part of my existence.
As I raked through my hair, I was oblivious of Trish’s presence as she pronounced it.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself very much George. How was your night?” she asked merrily.
“My angel, Trish!” I exclaimed falling into her arms and showering her with the sweetest of kisses.
“I am doing well, my love! I did not expect you, but anyway, being my darling, this home is all yours, and your welcome is automatic,” I said, confidently leading the way to my apartment.
“This is a very good place and I never imagined you staying in such a place,” she said as she threw herself on the settee.
“We will have a better place, honey, when I, for lack of better words, throw you into my kitchen,” I replied nestling closer to her.
The mere touch of our bodies produced a powerful current that rushed through her as I felt her shiver. I turned on the radio and shoved Joe Thomas’s Song; Thank God I found you.
I collected my photo albums and gave her and soon left for the bedroom to put on fresh clothes.
I was still going through my wardrobe when her sweet voice broke my concentration.
“George, George, come here. I want to ask you something.”
I left all I was doing in a huff and rushed to the lounge and sat beside her, anxiously.
Who is this man, George?” she asked in her usual dulcet tone pointing at a picture in the album.
“That’s your father-in-law, sweetie. By the way, I’m heartily sorry Trish, for taking so long to show him to you,” I said, cuddling her into my arms.
She looked at me, and tears formed in her sparkling eyes.
“What’s the matter, Trish? Have I offended you?” I asked.
“George!” she muttered, and suddenly her voice split into a bitter cry, “I…wo..nd..er… why we felt so m..uch for ea…ch other. You… are my … blood bro…ther.”
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