Doua Chee Yang 1/5/13
Online Blog #2
Today we visited a Middle Eastern bazaar in downtown Cape Town. We sat down and had delicious (and rather cheap) food, while we laughed and enjoyed the market experience. I wasn't able to finish my food and as a typical American, was going to throw it away. As I sat there contemplating if I should trash my food (because I hate leftovers), I realized about how much I take food for granted in America. I live in the heart of campus and eat out almost every week, spending almost $10+ every time... Here, there are people begging me to buy them food, water, milk, and many times asking for money. I literally had to slap myself as I packed my food up to carry with me. It was ironic because after asking Charles and Nate if it was "okay" to give away my food, a man approached me.
He grabbed my hand and the food I was holding. His grip surprised me because I naturally pulled away and realized he was holding onto my bag of food really tight. He said, "Please, I am so hungry. May I please have this? I am so hungry. Please." I stared into his eyes and of course, was more than willing to give my food away, but I thought about wanting to buy him a completely new meal so he didn't have to eat my leftovers. I thought about if this had to be his daily routine to maintain or live. Did he have a family? Were they hungry too? Many questions ran through my head as I explained to him that the food was very spicy and that the fork and napkins were all inside. He then squeezed my hand, thanked me, and walked away.
This directly affected me because I was able to feed this one man, but what about the others? Regardless if they beg for food every day or not very often, it saddened me. In America, I buy homeless people food all the time, but here... it's almost everyone. My heart was torn that I wasn't able to help every single person. It's just so bazaar to think about.