Bab 124: ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

Every time l perform a good deed, my heart feels like and content. Ever since l was a little girl whenever either of my parents gave my brother and l money, l would either save it or give a portion of it to someone who needed it more than l did, and that privilege was mainly extended to the people we passed on the streets whenever we ventured into Pretoria CBD

It always felt as though their hearts were crying out to me and l had no choice but to oblige to their demands and either of my parents would warn me to be more shrewd because not all that glitters is gold because being a beggar had somewhat become a profession. Mothers and their children would wait at the robots, begging for money, food or clothes under the blazing hot sun and would win the sympathy of a lot of passersby