Optical Illusion

Marisol worked as a hairdresser in Harlem. She had a long-distance love in D.R. and locally someone to keep her warm at nite. Marisol traveled to D.R. between three and four times a year. Every trip to D.R. represented a considerable financial investment. The end goal was to have the boyfriend secure a visa and ultimately marry him. The boyfriend obtained an appointment with the consulate to determine whether he would secure a visa. On the last trip to D.R., Marisol patiently accompanied the boyfriend to the consulate and anxiously waited for the boyfriend to be granted a visa. The visa was denied, and the boyfriend told Marisol how he really felt about her. He told her how he never loved her and how she was a placeholder in his life. The only reason he decided to enter into a relationship was in hopes of securing entry into America. Marisol felt disenchanted. Her world with him crumbled in minutes. At that moment, Marisol could not understand why the boyfriend felt such disdain toward her.

Laborinto de mi Vida

On a cold winter nite, December 21st, 1957, Genova arrived in New York City from La Republica Dominicana. Thirty-two years old and with just enough money to rent a furnished room in the upper west side. In the ’60s the upper west side was a far cry from what it is today. No command of the English language, “una mano atras y otra alante” as said in Spanish, “not a pot to pee in.” What Genova lacked in financial resources, she overcompensated with gumption. Getting acclimated to American culture was quite jarring coming from a culture in which everyone knows their neighbors, and customarily treated with warmth, dignity, and seen. Genova was consumed by upward mobility. The first task was securing the resources to purchase a house back home, so all six of her children can once again live together under one roof. Within three years the mission was accomplished. Although her children were keenly aware of their mothers’ sacrifices, being apart weighed heavily on them. Having graduated from the third grade, Genova was relegated to working in factories as a seamstress, potato peeler, kitchen of restaurants to name a few. With savings from multiple jobs, she moved into a five-bedroom apartment in Sugar Hill, Harlem. She rented the bedrooms to other newly arrived immigrants, which paid her rent and provided surplus. Genova offered cooking services to the boarders for an additional fee. Aside from boarders, cooking services, she provided baby-sitting services as well. As a child, she would tell adults premonitions despite her pious mother frowning on this gift. While in Harlem far away from her mother’s disapproval, she visited a local botanica and purchased a deck of tarot cards and taught herself how to read the cards. She has always been intrinsically connected to her sixth sense. Once she started providing tarot services business soared. People learned of her through word of mouth. Walking into her living room closely resembled a waiting room in a doctor’s office. Well-heeled individuals, from all walks of life, ranging from a journalist, wife of a physician, big-time drug dealers, and countless others as repeat customers. Genova even had customers who spoke no Spanish and had friends translate readings, as customers kept notes in a journal. She had customers calling from as far as Peru for readings. Genova also prepared Banos’ when clients required spiritual cleansing. Banos’ consisted of various hojas among other ingredients. Banos’ ranged in price between $100 and $200, the business was fruitful. Working incessantly, numerous side hustles, living below her means, she managed to purchase additional homes in La Republic Dominicana, as rental properties. Single handed securing visas and permanent residency for all six of her children to join her in America.

Love via a Green Card..

Monica and Oko met on an online dating website. Oko seemed quiet, reserved, and pleasant, not Monica’s usual type. They made arrangements to meet up. Throughout the courtship, Monica was treated well. As things got serious in the relationship, finances were discussed and Monica learns of Oko’s migratory status in the country. Monica is established, unlike Oko, working under the table and living in the country illegally although a very hard worker. Monica agrees to marry Oko and hires an attorney to help resolve his immigration status. Within 90 days of being married Oko has temporary working papers. By all standards, the marriage was successful. Oko obtains a college degree in record time and quickly works his way up the corporate ladder. All financial responsibilities within the household were handled by Oko. Oko ensured Monica was provided for. By all accounts, Monica was happy, she kept it sexy while adhering to all her wifely duties. On the very day, Oko received his permanent green card, which was five years into the marriage, everything shifted. Oko would now pick and choose which bills he was going to pay. Going out to dinner, as well as outings now became a chore and deemed frivolous, by Oko. He would not come home for days and when he returned the indifference was palpable. The nuances of the marriage dissipated. Initially, Monica felt she was the reason everything changed although could not quite understand why. Months went by before Monica confronted Oko about the break within the marriage. Oko’s instinctive reply, I did not marry you for a green card. That’s when Monica realized it was all a labyrinth. She was solely Oko’s come up. She paved the way for his upward mobility. Monica understood why someone would go to such great lengths however had there been any transparency she would have happily agreed to marry for monetary compensation instead of heartache.