Deep in thought, Renike clomped determinedly to the bus stop from the Faji’s subdivision. The rain had just taken a breather and would probably start again. She hoped to be at work before it started again. She was a woman on a mission. She would make enough money to rent her own place and take care of her children, both Ayo and the unborn baby. Once she was able to take care of their basic needs, she’d start taking classes to complete her college education. Perhaps, she would study computer science. Or any major through which she could easily get a job. But those were still faraway plans. In the meantime, if Akin ever returned to her, she’d deal with it. If he never returned, she would make it on her own. She’d been working at Sweet Oaks for three weeks now, and was beginning to earn a wage. Minimum wage, yes but Renike was not choosy. Minimum wage was better than where Akin left her – penniless. And staying with people, even strangers was better than the homeless shelter.
Looking ahead, she spotted a policeman walking towards her. She stumbled. Was he looking for her? Had someone at Sweet Oaks reported her? Shaniqua? The policeman was smiling. But Renike wasn’t fooled. They always smiled on television, even when taking people to jail. She began to shake trying to decide what to do.
“Oh Lord, please save me. Deliver me. Don’t let me be deported today…” Then remembering Ifeoma’s prayer she added, “Don’t let my enemies find me”
Making a snap decision, Renike crossed to the other side of the road. And stepped in a puddle. Ignoring her soggy shoe and pant leg, she concentrated on putting as much distance between herself and the law. From the corner of her eye, she monitored the policeman’s movements until he disappeared down another street. Renike heaved a sigh of relief and crossed back to catch her bus.
(May God protect those, like Renike who are in dire straits at this time. Amen!)