Cash Only
There’s still a small dose of human goodness out there, and it happened to me this morning. My two feet had the right of way, so was a school bus, which turned left into Main. I crossed the street but had a glance at it because it was very clean, vividly clean for this slushy time of the year.
Two kids waved at me all smiles. I hesitated because I’m scared of mysteries, and kids are a beautiful mystery. I waved back, then more kids waved. I safely crossed, but I stood on the other side and replayed the song. Kids are pure. We are responsible for the contamination. We take a funnel and pour hate diesel down their minds. On November 30, Ethan Crumbley gunned down 4 students at Oxford High School in Detroit Michigan with a gun his father bought for him. His mother, Jennifer Crumbley showed him how to use it. She was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter on 6 February.
Bakery Good Samaritan
We stood in line at the bakery waiting to place orders when an assistant made the dreaded announcement: CASH ONLY. I remembered mama in her grave. She told me to always have cash on me. I had $10 but that was yesterday, which I used for tomatoes and apples. I turned to walk away but the guy before us turned and said he will pay cash for the people behind him. I thanked him profusely. Everybody was so grateful. We ended up thrashing technology, the big bad wolf. It made us addicts but left us in the lurch this morning.
I must say, I had a nice day, not the mechanical ‘have a nice day.’ A really nice day. It started with kids on a school bus and ended with an adult, the bakery good Samaritan.
Nonqaba waka Msimang
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