Karabo

YOI songs are valid responses for everything
  • Friend: What was your reaction when Vikturi became basically canon?

  • Me: Minami’s Boogie
  • Friend: what about when they kissed?
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Me: History Maker
  • Friend: How was your day?
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Me: KARABOS
  • Friend: what’s your favorite type of movie?
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Me: The Inferno
  • Friend: I’m depressed
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Me: Still Alive
  • Friend: Do you want food?
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Me: On love: Eros
  • Friend: How do you feel about this one anime?
  • 
Me: On love: Agape
  • Friend: OH MY GOSH MY CINNAMON ROLL
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Me: La Parfum des Fleurs
  • Friend: you can’t do that.
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Me: Terra Incognita
  • Friend: How would you explain childhood?
  • 
Me: Shall We Skate?
  • Friend: What do you think about her/his personality?
  • 
Me: (she’s) Intoxicated
  • Friend: I lost…to you!
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Me: Rapsodie Espagnole
  • Friend: So that character death huh?
  • 
Me: Tales of a sleeping prince 

  • Friend: you can’t save a dead man!
  • Friend:
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Me: YURI ON ICE
  • Friend: In chapter 10 of this book
  • when the character said that to the other character in what way do you think they meant?
  • 
Me: Stay close to me
  • 
Friend: God Dammit I can’t write that on a quiz
Begging you for mercy!

I never used to see them. Well, I did, but I just didn’t let them in, that is to say, acknowledge them. On a daily basis I kept my window up and didn’t even look to the side when a person came to beg at my car at any intersection.

As things go with us women, I met a man. One with a big heart, or at least big enough to care about people on the street. This guy made me see them in a different light and made me realise that my view of such people was a teensy weensy bit judgemental. Then, to top all that, along came the Love Life advert of the guy begging for work at intersection to better his life and that of his impoverished family. That was what drove the stake in deeper.

I let them in. I acknowledged them and still do. I give what I can, when I can and the rest of the time, I look them in the eye, shrug my shoulders and lift my hands, indicating that I have nothing.

While I find that it’s a noble thing to do for another fellow being, it is expensive! There are so many intersections and at each one there is someone begging for food, money, anything, even a job.

I have a budget for the intersection people. A monthly one, in coins. When that’s done, which goes pretty quickly, that’s it.

One night though, I saw someone hand out three crisp R10 notes. All in one go! And it was in that moment that I realised the begging won’t stop because those who have pacify their guilt by giving lots of money at a go.

While I appreciate that we all have different realities, I often wonder how genuine those boards are. And whether, given the choice, would those people choose to work or continue to beg. There are those that get aggressive when I indicate I have nothing to give and those don’t get a big allocation of the budget. Then, there was a young white man in Yeoville that I wished I could talk to, just to say to him: get off the drugs dude. I worry most about the children though. The young men, on whose shoulders the next generations should be built on, who are begging so early in their lives.

All I can say is: I’m begging for some mercy, some reprieve from all those begging. My heart wants to help every single person, but my resources don’t because they can’t.