The screen before her glowed silver in florescent light as it displayed her very depleted account balance. Her vision blurred with hot, scalding tears stung her eyes without mercy as it all came flooding back. The horrifying experience of finding out that she was pregnant, unmarried an very very broke. It had felt like the gates of hell had let go and smoldering steam had been outpoured upon her. To make matters worse, Jeremiah had decided to be a man and father, in essence had the bars shot on him for drug-related crimes, that also included guns and murder.
Bottom line: He was never getting out.
Being disowned by gravely disappointed parents, Shirley had opted to living in Jeremiah's apartment, or rather, cubicle, and had braced herself for the worst. Which came in different shades.
But no matter what, she hadn't been ready fro the worst after all. Few months later, Jehu had been born and things that had already crumbled and given up, had taken a deep nosedive and all hopes had been automatically lost.
Now, starring blurry-eyed at the account balance displayed so on the screen before her, Shirley felt her world cave in and ten, shatter, beyond recognition or repair.
She needed to put in twenty to get the twenty s he needed. repulsed by her life and the helplessness and hopelessness that came with the package, she terminated the transaction and took her card away. Jehu safely tucked away in her arms, she began a long, soulful walk back home. her mind heavy and besieged, her heart immensely broken. Not an idea came to her on how to hold on. Tears brimmed and filled her sore eyes anew, then flowed aimlessly down her cheeks. She let them. Maybe they would wash away her fears. Maybe they wash away her pains and infuse hope in her. Maybe she could draw from the, their strength, to hold on and move on. She approached home and watched a neighbor in the same position as hers lying stoned on the bench by the sidewalk, her baby weary and weak with lack of care and hunger.
She'ld die before Jehu took up such an appearance, she vowed. She would fight. She would scrape before her son takes on the available 66% possibility of ending up in jail as a Black-American and a son by a disowned single mum, and a father in jail, for life. She would give her son the very best if she had anything yo say or do about it; and she had pretty much.
So in thirty-eight minutes to be precise, she had rushed up to her apartment cut up some towels to serve as nappy, changed Jehu and dashed back out with extra, a cookbook and a heart n hand with a little dose of courage, and hope.
That was seven months ago.
Now she worked and slaved at Merry knight's restaurant, throwing out the wonder dishes and drawing in the customers. Food was good business. Everybody had to eat at least four times a day. It was good in taste and affordability. And she was saving fast for her own business. She had vowed never to be that broke in every ramification of life and she never forgot to pray about it.
Three years later, she had her own restaurant and a buzz of staff to go by. her name was flying by and fast and her target was to help as much and well, people about her. Her account balance had two zeros to each sum these days.
Ten years layer, Jehu was in Medical College, she had chains of restaurants and a beehive of staff and best of all, her account balance had three extra zeros to each sum - to be put in a very modest way.
Shirley sat by the beach by her house and reflected on it all. She had really come a very long way and she had done it all. Her son had a most secured future, she was never ever broke.
Better still, she was her own saviour!