Now you know how much I lost just for being kind. Helping that hobo, gave me a financial strain. I’m not saying don’t help hobos, I’m just saying becareful.

Your kind heart could land you in trouble. You also know why that woman gave the two people next to me money, but didn’t give me money. I’m a ghost hobo she can’t see me. Only the rich and special ones can see me. I was buried 5 months ago, but my spirit lingers around here. 

I smile as I see this man walk towards me with a smile on his face. He sees me! He walks to me and locks his huge Amarok, then digs his hands in his pockets.

He fishes out a R20 note and puts it in my tin.

“Want to grab a meal?” He asks

I shake my head. “Someone will take my spot if I leave this place.”

He smiles gently.

“I’ll come back for you.” He takes out his suit jacket and throws it over my shoulders. It’s cold.

“Thanks.”

He walks away. People are looking at him weirdly, maybe because he was speaking alone and taking off his expensive jacket and leaving it hanging by a traffic light. People don’t know. 

He is in for a rude awakening, all because of his beautiful heart.

“Some of them aren’t even alive.” I sing loudly, knowing full well nobody can’t hear me.