"Have I ever forced you to do anything in the past? Ever? I have let you make your own choices since you were old enough to speak. Can't you do this one thing for me? Just this one, can't you find someone else to marry?"
Somto exhaled slowly. She was his mother. And he did respect her. But no matter how many years passed, she still did not see it, didn't see her.
So he decided to try. One more time. Maybe, just maybe… if he explained it clearly, she would finally understand.
"Mom," he began softly, "you think this is about infatuation? About attraction? It's not."
Queen Chioma crossed her arms, silent but tense.
"When I was broken and sick, Nnenna did not pity me, she took care of me. She stood with me. When I doubted myself, she reminded me of who I was. She doesn't know these things. That just hearing of her exploits motivates me! And when everyone else saw her as nothing, she still chose to give everything."
He stepped closer, his voice deepening with emotion.
