Isn’t it daunting, that sometimes we may come across beings that will hurt us, no matter how good we are to them?

Well, my name is Thulani, a 32 year old male from Johannesburg. I am a doctor by profession, or should I say, I was a doctor by profession until I met Mpumi.

I am sitting by the side of the road, my old silver cup rusted and black, while rattling the few coins it has inside. Large, luxurious cars pass me by, as they stop and go by the blinding traffic lights. Some people pass me, like they don’t see me, I’m used to it, after all, we beggars, are invisible to people.

An old lady drops a R5 coin to the man next to me, then smiles and drops another coin to the woman next to me, leaving me in awe. Why didn’t this woman give me any money?

I rattle my cup louder than I intend, the coins jump up and down in the old cup, almost spilling.

I spot my wife and daughter, driving past the traffic lights, in my wife’s luxurious maroon Range Rover. Zandile is still as beautiful as I remember. She is wearing sunglasses, while our 3 year old daughter is strapped to her car seat.

I think my daughter notices me, as she claps her hands loudly, and she seems to be shouting,

“Daddy!” While staring and pointing at my direction.

My wife turns her head and glances at, our daughter, my only child, Thando. She says something to her, and Thando starts crying loudly, pointing at my direction. My wife takes off her sunglasses, and I notice the eye bags. She looks so tired.

The cars start hooting behind her, and she suddenly starts the ignition and moves the car, leaving us hobos in its dust