Hello, you may not know me, but you may have seen me at street corners, traffic intersections and traffic light intersections.

You may have not seen me at all, may not have wanted to see me and may have tried to look the other way upon seeing the tin rattling in my hand.

I am not and have never tried to be a nuisance, but many view me as such. You do not know about my life. If I may, let me tell you…

I was a regular person, until I was drafted into the military. No, I am not blaming them altogether, but where they sent me and what I experienced so many years ago, has left an indelible mark on my life. So much so, that my life fell apart. I went from being a relatively successful artist to being the shell I am today. I never expect any sympathy, but the odd offer of a cup coffee is appreciated!

I do not expect any hand-outs, but no-one knows what is like to literally live on the streets. Here, in a small dorp it appears to be easier that in the cities, and to a certain degree, it is.

The festive season is just around the corner and what delight it would be for all of us street dwellers to see just sliver of the so-called “peace and joy to all mankind.”

We are after all, also human beings too. A bit rough around the edges, yet still living beings who have just forgotten what dignity is.

So, when next you see me or any of us, please spare a thought about where we have been NOT what we have become.