So I'm leaving the gym and it's been a good work-out. Pumping dem guns baby...
And I'm walking to the Tube station when this guy stops me. He's young but is dishevelled and a bit smelly.
He asks for money because he has forgotten his wallet at home. I have heard that excuse to beg before. And I have also heard the guy's accent before. He is South African.
I ask where he's from and he tells me he's from Durban. I ask him if he's okay and I ask him why he has no cash.
He came to London to earn some money but because of the way the economy's gone he has lost his job and is sometimes forced to beg. The benefits aren't enough to survive.
He has no friends because he's either abandoned them as he's too ashamed of his situation or they've returned to South Africa.
He's now living in a homeless hostel in Holborn. He comes to Swiss Cottage by bus to visit his girlfriend. "She's staying in a house around the corner."
She's not from South Africa but Eastern Europe. He says she's earning some money from time to time.
As far as his mum's concerned, her son is happily living in London. She doesn't know that he's actually homeless, alone and begging...
He doesn't speak to his dad - who probably wouldn't care anyway. And that's where this begins...
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Whenever I see people begging I always think that it's a mother's child even though I never give.
It's even worse when you can picture their mum thinking that, although her son is 10,000 miles away, he is hopefully safe, healthy and warm.
Just like I know my mum hopes that I am.