Of Bathtub Memoirs

Genre: contemporary

To look in the bathroom mirror of your old bathroom and not recognise the grownup stranger looking back at you…. That’s what it feels like going back to your childhood home and a stranger lives there now. The mirror used to be so high up I needed ninja skills to climb up the bathroom sink so I could see myself in it (I even fell from high up there once upon a time and my parents were sure I had broken something important, probably because I was crying up a storm and lay there all limb, as if I had broken all 206 bones in my body… Twice.. and that was also the first time I got my x-ray taken and surprisingly enough had not as much as a fracture, someone say miracle bone regeneration.) The sink is only knee-high to me now and the perspective gives me vertigo I feel like Alice through the looking glass.fuzzy.jpg

The bathtub seems so much smaller than I remember it. I remember being afraid of the bathtub after watching a late nite Friday the 13th horror show, I was convinced I could get sucked out by the drain plug then winding up drowning in some sewer but now it seems harmless enough and I cannot imagine how I even entertained such notions.

So allow me to soak myself in the tub and reminisce because going back to where you started is different from never having left, and the only way you can truly appreciate where you have been is to simply go back home and remember.

Everything seems out of place from the arrangement of the sofas in the lounge (the setup feels wrong, the orientation the colours) to the positioning of the beds in the bedrooms (I always had my head to where the sun rose,  because good feng shui to see saw the sun rise first thing when I opened my eyes when I woke up early enough that is) and the windows seem naked without the layers of frilly lace drapes (that I learnt my first lesson about fire and candles. Horrible experience taught me, one must never get too close to lace with a lit candle or look for objects under the bed with a candle for light.)

The rooms seem so much smaller now and there is a blank space where the once were shelves of books (A house without a library *shudders* )

I feel like a giant, I could spread my hands and touch all the walls in places I ran endless circles in, spaces I crawled into to hide from chores or punishment or afternoon meals (they were both a chore and a punishment and one could not watch cartoons on the telly until done with eating and homework)

Even the “great outdoors” that used to be our backyard, the trees are all gone,cut down maybe twas for firewood, maybe uprooted in a storm, maybe the roots threatened the foundation of the house I will never know. The trees are gone, except for the one I once caught my brother cutting up vigorously with his shiny red Swiss Army knife as if in target practise for the some zombie tree apocalypse, he said it was so that if thieves ever broke in and stole it he would recognize it as ours (I was so gullible I bought that story for years and he doesn’t even remember making up that silly story) My brother the cooler older sibling who “kept” a large pet spider and fed it insects he’d catch insects pull their wings or legs off then toss them onto the web and step back and watch….  (He always threatened to feed me to the spider when I snitched on him, as lil brothers are known to do) I wonder what happened to that spider, it really made a tangled mess in the backyard (which reminds me who cleans up all the webs Spiderman throws around??? )

The whole backyard is now a range less than the reach of my stone’s throw (I can throw further now ooops and might have heard a neighbor’s window breaking *tiptoes back into the house*)

Today I took a walk in my old neighborhood.

The dent on the gate is still there from when I went for my first joyride with a “borrowed” red Datsun 120Y (it was also the day I learnt to drive and got into my first high-speed police car chase which I managed to evade Grand Theft Auto style (you know how in learning to swim like pro: for dummies; you are thrown into a shark  infested pond, you either swim or sink and be eaten, well twas sorta like that, drive, drive like you stole it or be busted) with nothing more than a tiny dent  when I turned a little too fast into the driveway. ( I thank whoever invented red nail polish its a life hack for covering up scratches on a red paint job)

My favorite house by the corner at the end of the drive looking picture perfect, manicured green lawn and cosy as I remember it, and yes I still want to live in a house that looks just like that but with Wi-Fi signal and minus the chocolate fountain I am over that I might consider a champagne fountain or beer on tap 🙂

The old playground is still where it used to be (not that I expected it to move or anything) but it’s now broken,  how do you break a playground you ask?


I guess you let drunk teens (at least I hope it was teens and drunk ones too ) hangout there and now it’s filled with bottles, broken bottles, beer bottles, some look like prescription cough syrup bottles and so many used condoms you would think an end of world orgy has been going on here

And every surface and wall is covered with graffiti, badly spelt graffiti, swear words and “was here’ affirmations (I am pretty sure that’s not what they meant when they said leave a mark in the world ) obscene anatomically incorrect stick figures.

Look at me now King of the jungle gym standing on top of it.

Facing fears

A trip down memory lane and yes I am still afraid of crossing the same train bridge I was afraid of when I was only this high *makes height gestures* but in my defence it is really a scary narrow bridge even now ( there is a sign that warns Danger Narrow Bridge we thought that was the name of the bridge : Danger Narrow) The courage it took for me to run across and pretend to that my heart was not beating in my mouth from fear that I would fall to my death.

Danger Narrow Bridge

Looking in the mirror and a stranger looks back at me, but in many ways familiar

Visiting my childhood house and a stranger lives here now but yes it still feels familiar and comfortable and yes it feels like home…

Home is where the memories live.



#Blogbattle Entry Theme this week is memory lane trip, prompt Bathtub



    1. Thank you ^_^
      I actually had fun writing and remembering all the lil scraps I got myself into.

      PS “The House I will never know….” I heart this


  1. Fond childhood memories are the best! Love your writing, when is the book out Have you seen the film Stand By Me? It’s a classic, your writing reminds me of that type of storytelling. Bravo 👏 Encore!

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    1. yep, see growing up when we wanted holes in our jeans we got them the hard way, we earned them, not just buying some ripped jeans to look rugged ♥☻
      book…. work in progress, havent had the pleasure of watching Stand by Me… but I am flatteredthank you so much ♥♥


  2. No doubt you had a fun childhood and it’s even more fun to read it. I guess we all have Danger Narrows in our life stories…LOL. That one was the funniest.

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    1. Thank you ♥
      Childhood was an adventure I never knew I was having, not until years later when I look back on it and realise how much fun I was having ha!


      PS oooh and dont get me started on singing wrong lyrics to song back when we was growing we didnt have the internet at our fingertips and to get a song lyrics you had to listen to a tape rewind and listen again and still never quite get all the words correct

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      1. Ikr… Some of the lyrics particularly to some Christian songs for me were corrected somewhere in the university😂😂😂

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      2. and for some songs I suspect no oone ever really knew the words or they were in a foreign language and eventually someone tried to “translate”
        I remember, as a child, looking up a place called Deh Valley up some mountains somewhere in the Atlas because at Sunday School we sang a song with the following “…..Down Deh Valley Up The Mountain , Jerusalem is my Home….”

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  3. Thanks for the sharing. Brings back memories here, also. Although our family home, built when I was four years old, is still in the family, as my parents, ages 94 and 99, still live there. I still have trouble with the bathroom mirror, which is the only mirror in the house where my husband and I live; I wonder who this old person is, staring back at me. 😀

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    1. Wow…. is there some secret fountain of longevity tucked away somewhere in the attic or the basement perhaps?
      Thanks for dropping by.

      ps what if one day you look in the mirror and there is no one in there spooooky, I have a run away imagination thank you very much

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  4. Nice read. I’ve taken a trip down memory lane, too, but it was a lake I was afraid to swim across as a child. As an adult, it was hard to believe I couldn’t work up the courage to do this. 🙂

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    1. Thanks…
      Its a nice feeling, being able to banish away the childhood fears (and things which live under the bed and grab your ankles if they are not neatly tucked in….)

      PS now I say Booo Back ha!

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    1. Thanks ^_^
      Its quite the feeling, looking back and looking on a scene you remember through the somewhat distorted lens of memory.
      Everything stays the same but not as you remember it …. weird.

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  5. You’re my favorite blogger ~B, you were really a troublemaker 😁😁. Not a saint as me. I like this piece, it took me back to my childhood. I once went to this stream it felt as an ocean at the time so I tried to swim and when it was all over, I was crossing a small wooden bridge when my shoe slips and fall into the stream. I almost drown as I went there without the consent of my mum. I thought she was going to kill me because of the shoe when she saw me she said she doesn’t even have the strength to slap. That I am a dumbass alive😂😂😂. I can’t forget that day. I was so frustrated with myself.

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    1. Aaaaawe Thank you Samira ♥♥♥♥
      hahahahaha I was not a trouble maker, mostly a victim of circumstance and thats my story ☺☻
      And you trying to get yourself drowned hahahaha what was up with that? The things you never forget hey


  6. It’s always strange to go back somewhere from childhood. Everything looks so different. And, yes, I would shudder too at a house without a library. 🙂

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      1. LOOOOOL!!!! Let me tell you a funny story. Back in March my friends and I went on a road trip right and did some sight seeing at this natural park what what saka there was this bridge across the river. Chinzwa manje we couldn’t all cross at the same time, we had to take turns. Hmm yah that was enough experience for me with bridges….yes I am a chicken when it comes to bridges or heights.

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      2. hahahaha I feel you, I have nice healthy respect for heights …… There is this shortcut I know, you then have to cross this river but not on a bridge or know thats too easy, you cross via this water pipe (or is it sewer but lets not think about it)…. I never take the short cut I go the long way round ^_^
        Shortcut for what♥


  7. A very heartwarming piece Mr B.

    Lol @ “miracle bone regeneration”.

    Recently, I thought about visiting the neighbourhood of my childhood, I’m a little scared about the emotions that walk down memory lane might evoke. I suspect that it would be a mix of a longing for happier, innocent times and gratitude for the interesting future that I’ve had since then.

    “Home is where the memories live.” made me smile. 🙂


  8. What good memories to have, I’m sure this was like reliving them in your mind even the parts you could not visually see I am sure you remembered.

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      1. Shame we have to move on from the good things but your effort to backtrack for old times sake was truly interesting.

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