EXPECTATIONS!

She keeps his late nights
Mentally
Worrying when he fails to show up
Sighing when he finally does
Wearily she quietly lets him in
No drama, no argument
Budding egos are the most sensitive
Her words tonight would only fuel a fire
So she submits albeit temporarily
To his desire to be Lord and Master
She locks up and goes to bed.

He feels her pain
There’s too much of her in him
No words are needed
Not even a look or a gesture
Deep down
Despite his machismo
He’s still that 4yr old
Who only sleeps at night
Knowing he’s won her approval
The cord was cut but the cord remains
And no anaesthetic can dull
The pain it transmits.

She lets one drop on her pillow
As she pieces together
Her phrases for the breakfast chat
She has no guarantee he’ll listen
Or take heed
But she’ll fight whatever she has to
However she has to
To get to him
She whispers a fervent prayer
And gives in to the fatigue
For it takes her to another time
When Tunji still breathed.

He knows he can’t keep it from her
Any longer
But how does he tell a parent he loves
And feels responsible for
The truth?
How does he explain that her expectations
Are so heavy and confining
They have thus far defined who he is?
That he only sees himself
Through her eyes
And has no sense
Of who he really is
What he really likes
And why he does what he does
Other than that
He loves to see her smile.