“Mummy, are you crying? ” your daughter asked.
“No. Carry your brother.” You passed your toddler to her and continued to stuff clothes into polythene bags.
Earlier, on your way from work, you didn’t know you’d be on the run again.
When you opened the door to the abandoned house you lived in now and saw food items sprawled on the floor, you knew what the coming days entailed.
Questioning police officers at the door, angry traders who trusted a wheelbarrow pusher and a fleeing husband.
You wiped a tear and continued packing. You’d never be detained again because of him!