The (beggar) who does not beg.
I want
to give it to her, yes I do. I want to fill the emptiness of her bowl, yes I
do. I want to tickle her bowl with a jingle. I want to… wait; just so we are
clear, I am talking about this lady I meet every day on my way to school. She seats by the pavement and waits for the
silver help of passers-by; who mainly pass her by. She is a beggar. Now,
back to my want to give it to her:
Yes, I want to give her this ten shilling coin in my pocket. I really do, every
time, but I don’t.
This
lady is not your typical sirikali
nisaidie beggar. She does not lift her empty bowl at every person who
troops by in some great hurry. She does not plead to the smart phone wielding
masses that stream past her, calling to them as “sista” and “brathe”. She
does not shake her bowl to make you uncomfortably aware of her presence. No.
She sits there and watches with a neutral expression on her face; a face that
does not plead, a face that does not speak of subjugation, a face that does not
beg. It’s a face full of…full of dignity.
She
possesses a sort of dignity that makes it possible to picture her as somebody
else away from the street with a normal, ‘non-begging’ life. She has the
dignity of a lady seating in a café and ordering a meal she will pay for by
herself, she has the dignity of a lady walking in shoes she bought with her own
cash; she has the dignity of any lady out there who doesn’t deign to forge her
existence by depending on others. I
can’t help but feel compassion for her. Looking at her seated there makes me
think of articles I have read about people who use beggars as ‘vitega-uchumi’. These articles generally
advise us to be aware that the beggars on the streets may be part of a
fraudulent scheme to get into your pocket by using your sympathy as a back
door. The way this lady carries herself
makes it hard to imagine that at the end of the day she may be giving some
beggar-running baron a share of her earnings. If that were the case, wouldn’t
she be begging incessantly so that she has something left after the faceless
baron takes his/her ‘fair share’?
However, that is not the case. In fact, she makes seating there on the pavement
and begging look like her side-hustle.
Moreover,
what makes this lady stand out even more is the fact that she shares the
pavement with this other beggar who seats on the other end of the street. He believes in the beggar way. He shakes his
bowl, he pleads hollering “siste” and “brathe” to all who pass by, he begs and
begs, begs and jingles the coins in his plate—he is a ‘jingle-beg’. This guy
has a plastered leg, around which he has tied a black paper bag. It’s really a
pitiful site compared to the lady since she has no physical signs of
malformity. Beyond her tattered khanga, there is nothing else that hints at the
need to pitch her bowl by the pavement. The man, on the other hand, has many
features that emphasize his place there on the street as a beggar: His unkempt
hair, his torn and dirty trousers and most conspicuous of all, his demeanor.
He's a beggar through and through. The
pair are just so severely juxtaposed that the whole set up seems like something
from a fable. Yeah, a fable about two beggars; a begging one and a dignified
one that probably ends up with one being off the streets.
Yes.
This lady is remarkable if not unusual. Without being 'beg-ful' she manages to
get some alms. Day after day of being on the street doesn’t reduce her into
indignity. She has these eyes that hold you when you look at her. They speak of
strength and of other things I am not quite sure about. All things considered,
she deserves that ten shilling.
So why
do I not give her the ten shillings in my pocket; because there is this brief
moment when I have just passed by her and I feel so guilty, that I turn back
and look at her, and she has this look on her face, and I can't help but think
of faceless beggar-running barons.
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