T A M

Tonight, my dad took me with him to deliver food to the poor, homeless and prostitutes. They live in the shadows of the buildings. It was wonderful to give them food and talk to them. These people are literally forgotten about. I spoke to a prostitute called Nikita. She was 23 years old, doing what she does in order to survive. It is not like she woke up one morining and exclaimed, "Goodie, I am going to become a prostitute!"
She was so bashful when I said that she was beautiful.
I called out, "Meneer, word wakker. Hier is 'n bietjie kos om te eet!"
I was shocked when the cardboard boxes lifted and an old man, in an old tattered suit, appeared.
I said,"Oom, hier is kos vir Oom."
Why is he on the street in the cold? He should be celebrated as one of our old wise men of our beautiful country South Africa.
I spoke to some people sitting around a gas fire in the pouring rain. They had no shelter. The rain was falling down hard, and on them. You know, they still managed a smile?
I think the most incredible thing of the evening was when a mother and a daughter declined my offer of food gratefully, saying that they had enough to eat for the night. They steered me in the direction of others who had no food for the night.
That my friends is humanity! She had nothing! Yet, still, thought of her fellow man! A wow moment in my life.