Chapter 12


The Beggars Letter


He was a beggar and he lived in poverty,  on abject suffering. His stomach complained about it, but there was nothing he could do, to move himself to another level. He was the lowest of the low, too dirty to beg, so he roamed the streets, combing through bins, looking with hungry eyes, for morsels of food. “Your suffering is caused by apartheid” his leader said. “It is sanctions” another dear Leader, proclaimed over booming microphone.

He walked the streets with a slow gait, passing the time from bin to trash can, a little energy provided by 5 mac dees chips. The sun fell off the western side of the earth, as it did every day. And the fear of  darkness painted, the Joburg skies a shade of night. With the approaching darkness and spreading gloom of the evening, he found himself a bridge to sleep under, perchance to dream.

The migrants who lived there , seen his move to their area, as a sovereign attack, so engaged in thoughts that made their minds hostile, which furnished their brains, with anger that made them attack him, doing the only thing that would punish him, more than his already God forsaken existence, they removed his rags, and sent him naked into the night.

The next morning the sun climbed, in its, think I can way, to the middle of the sky. He walked the streets in his birthday suit, with the normal people staring at him, saying to their children “Look there goes a mad man”

He trekked and pulled himself ahead, to the edge of the city, where he  found a pile of sand in which he scribbled the following words.


Dear Leader

I agree it is sanctions and apartheid and wars for freedom, that cause my suffering( buddha was wrong), if I lived in a mansion, or rode the drive in the latest German car, or fine dined, dressed in designer suit, perhaps like you, the suffering of sanctions and the ghost of apartheid would not find me.

Date: Yesterday , Today and Tomorrow

signed : Samson


10 thoughts on “Chapter 12

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  2. The irony is that if he dreams of one day driving a BMW, he will become part of the system that caused his present suffering, only he will be hurting the arab beggar, and the german proletariat. From that perspective, buddha was right, Samson is the author of his own problem, we all are. Buddha was wrong about a lot of things, but aspiration past general need was not one of those wrong thoughts. However, this does not mean that Samson should be stopped from climbing the illusory ladder. If he’s persistent, he might get a refugee trip to my country and I’ll see him driving a porsche cayenne past me, while I try to find work in my own country, a country that welcomes people like Samson; people scared of the past so thoroughly that they’ll destroy anything and anyone who opposes their flight from themselves, people who who don’t think where their dreams will take them or who will pay, so are perfect for the capitalist model in the role of middle class aspirant. Everything is connected. Samson is a man like me, not worthy of pity, but certainly worthy of a safe place to sleep, good food and clothing, even a wife or lover if he chooses. Past that, he’s no better than another. If he wants something to do, once his basic need is fulfilled, maybe he could go about ousting western people from his country and win back his self-determination. Swallowing our ideology will put him in chains he can’t see or break out of.

    • I agree with what you saying, but I think what is actually happening at that point in the story, is that Samson is rejecting the higher truths, and accepting the will of his dictator.

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