A Beggar Turned into a Giver in No Time

Yesterday, at the parking lot in front of Choppies, one of the large supermarkets in Botswana, a black man with a towel in his hand came up to me when I parked the company pickup.

"I see there is a crack on your windscreen. I can block it."

"I don't have time today. What's your number? I'll call you later"

When I came out with the bought grocery, he caught up with me and said proudly that he was already done with the blocking and he wanted 30 Pula.

A little bit irritated, I checked what he did. He just put a bit of silicon-like glue at the end of the crack, which is not how I thought it should have been done.

"I didn't ask you to do that. Besides, this is a company car. If I pay you, nobody will pay me."

"I understand, Sir. How about 20?"

It's not about the money indeed.

I had just bought a can of Minute Orange, which is the best drink that I have ever tasted. I was thirsty and I only bought one. But I made the hard decision.

"How about I giving you this drink?"

"No. Me, I don't drink drinks. I drink alcohol."

"Just take it and I will see you next time."

He took the drink as reluctantly as I handed it over. But before I realized it, he gave it to a lady who was opening the door to the car beside.

This really pissed me off. I gave the best thing in my life to him. What did he do?

If you don't want it, give it to me back! But you didn't. You just gave it to a passerby without any hesitation.

I don't understand the guys in Botswana.

They always ask for money when they meet you. But they are incredibly generous when they are in church and giving tips even if it means that they will have nothing to eat for lunch.