The Father I Never Had…

“I made that loud noise my mother always called a funny name I can’t remember right now, but I was laughing so hard my sides began to hurt, as my father threw me up in the air and caught me repeatedly. He threw me so high my eyes were starting to turn, but 5 year old me didn’t have the heart to tell my daddy to stop…plus I was enjoying it!!! It had become a routine for us both, anytime my daddy came back from work, he would throw me up a number of times, and then reveal the goodies for the day. At long last he put me down and instantly I part ran and part staggered to his bag and began emptying its contents, in search of what he had bought for me.

Disappointed, I came up with nothing. Thinking my dad had forgotten to buy something for me, my lips began to shake as I faced him and tried soo hard to hold back the tears. I should have known though… as his face started to look really funny like he was trying not to laugh… before I had the time to wonder why his face suddenly looked strange, a huge bar of chocolate appeared from no where. I totally forgot my father was human as I practically flew into his arms and had both of us almost falling to the ground. As I bit down on my chocolate, I smiled to myself thinking life could’t be more beautiful than this and just then my mummy chuckled from behind, all the whiile watching our father-daughter drama. Life was complete for me!!!”

 

The wind was knocked out of my lungs momentarily as my mummy grabbed me out of the way of a flying object which I seconds later identified as what used to be the frame that housed our family picture. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of the frame hitting the wall  reminding me that it could have been my face or worse still my head. My mother shoved me under our dinning table in an attempt to keep me from the shards of glass flying everywhere. As usual my daddy had come home late in the night very drunk and was picking a fight with my mum for what I had no idea. He did this every night, so a part of me was a little used to it, but then the hiding place just kept changing. Last night my mum had carried me to my room and locked me in, the night before it was the store room where we kept our foodstuffs….now I wondered where next I would end up.

Most times, I wished I could just disappear with my mum and leave this mad man called my father. I watched as my mum knelt helplessly before him, pleading with him to stop and think of their daughter ( i guess that’s me). The idea of my existence must have erupted a volcano inside of him, as he was in a flash on my mum, pounding her mercilessly. Without thinking, I rushed at my father with rage…but what was I expecting, a five-year old girl against a grown up man (and a drunk one at that). He swatted me away like a fly, but that little swat was more than enough to land me at the other end of the room, and yet again I had the air knocked out of me, only that this time, it wasn’t momentarily.

 

“Daaddddyyyyy!!!” I shrieked (yes, I remember now that funny word my mum always used). My dad had come to tuck me into bed and he was tickling me so hard I could no longer contain mysef, I laughed so hard I kept farting at intervals. He placed a peck on my forehead and said “Goodnigt Angel”…”Goodnight Daddy” I replied. I closed my eyes contented and drifted off to sleep”.

The silent moaning sounds beside me were what brought me back, I opened my eyes to see my mother cradling my head between her thighs and weeping silently you almost couldn’t hear a sound. I looked around and saw my father lying seemingly lifeless on the ground; I guess he must have gotten tired of pounding, he eventually let my mum go. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying really hard to return to the world I so much preferred, to the world where I knew what it was to really have a dad; but try as I could, duh…I was so stuck here. Stuck only with the fantasies of a father I never had!!!

 



27 thoughts on “The Father I Never Had…” by teewah (@teewah)

  1. This is a tragic tale written beautifully. You write well teewah. But em, you kinda got me confused. At one point, you showed him as sweet, at another, you portrayed him as a drunk so what is he exactly?

    Really cool.

    1. Fantasy and reality. Simple.

      1. yep seun is right.

  2. @goosie, I think she switched between his old and new self. @teewah, am I right?

    This was beautifully written.

    1. @eletrika the nice one was just a fantasy, the kind of father she could only dream of. Thank You for your comment, I apr8 it.

  3. Simple. Short. Sweet. Sad.

    You get my vote.

    @teewah, right?

    Right?

  4. Nice. Guys, I believe ‘Nice dad’ was her fantasy and ‘evil dad’ the unfortunate reality.

  5. wish i could dream like that o!i for nor dey wake at all…hehe

    1. @kaycee In d belief that “wow” means that you like it,I say thank u.

  6. NIce! Nice!! Nice!!! and very creative too.

    1. @igwe thank you very much. apr8 u!

  7. @Teewah, a very touching tale, especially because of the way you contrast the ideal with the reality of the MC’s life. I would have liked the transitions handled differently; as things stand, I have no idea about where exactly the fantasy thoughts are occuring, so they feel detached from the story.

    You might want to look at this sentence:

    “The wind was knocked out of my lungs momentarily as my mummy grabbed me out of the way of a flying object which I seconds later identified as what used to be the frame that housed our family picture. I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of the frame hitting the wall reminding me that it could have been my face or worse still my head.”

    I think this would read better:

    “The wind was knocked out of my lungs momentarily as my mummy grabbed me out of the way of a flying object. I almost jumped out of my skin as the object – the frame that used to house our family picture – hit the wall with a loud crash. I realised that it could have been my face, or worse still my head, instead of the wall.”

    1. I apr8 ur comments, they are laudable.

      Reading it again, I can see what you mean about not stating where the fantasies are taking place. And it sees my sentences did go on a little too much, as pointed out.

      Thank you!!

  8. This was a beautiful tale and I cannot claim to imagine what your character went through. I have never seen my dad hitting my mum and I don’t know what if I would have done if I had grown up in such a setting. You would do well to note @Tola’s comment. Well done

    1. Thanks @enoquin I apr8 your taking time to read.

      And yes, @TolaO comments are well taken.

  9. Tola said it all, story kind of looses the reader in the transitions……. Good Dad, Evil Dad

    1. Thank You @tolu, apr8 it!

  10. Aw! How painfully sweet! This piece reminded me of the song ‘to dance with my father again’.
    I totally enjoyed it! The story, the glide from fantasy to reality, . . . . And every other thing I forgot to mention. . .
    Well done!

  11. Thank you plenty @dr2103… for reading and for liking!

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