Now my sons are born I seldom complain
like he never did about his worries –
the weight and responsibilities of fatherhood.
The obligation to protect n’ provide
comes first and your wants very few –
that desired designers shoes become wishful thinking.
Now my sons are born, gazing at him on a wall
encased in a wooden frame, his presence withdrawn
it was like meeting him for the first time.
What did I know then, what did I know…?
Without words I understood things
about him I never could have until now –
father to father.
© Ugo Nkwoala. 2019. All rights reserved.