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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Confessions of a Street-Beggar

Many would say begging was the easiest job in the whole world. How would they know? They would not know the struggle and difficulty behind it.

"Hands out!" I would say whenever anyone rich and sophisticated walked our way.

My children would obey me and put on their most-deplorable faces. My wife and I would just sit back and watch the sorrowful scenes. Those altruistic ones would give a penny or two and walk away. I was grateful to them.

However, some ruthless ones would even dare to kick my children and tell them off. My life seemed to be the worst life that anyone would have. I had to witness my own children being treated as low-lives. I had neither legs nor hands to protect my children. My wife was mentally unstable but to an outsider, she looked perfectly normal.

With heart and lung conditions, I had no choice but to earn money through my children. Begging was my life and if we did not get money, we would cease to live. In my years of begging, I had never experienced any smooth-sailing begging. We would always either end up being robbed by gangs or in jail for illegal begging. I would never say begging was the easiest job.

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At June 27, 2009 at 10:49 PM , Blogger Fatah EL june blog said...

Intersting story.I could not imagine my life as a street begger!Good work in the story.=]

 
At July 5, 2009 at 3:27 AM , Blogger solongo said...

Thanks fatah for commenting

 

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