Last night a street child came up to me, he said he got a job all by himself as a car salesman.

I think this street people are more scared of me than for the police because if they see me they quickly explain why they did not come for work or tannie, I’m going to get work tomorrow, tannie, I’ll show you a tannie.

Sometimes they come with lots of stories, and then his mate helps him, do not help you lie, the tannie knows aaaalles…

When I get discouraged, I remember reading somewhere … Just plant, it’s all that God expects, just plant the seed, He does not want me to do everything from start to finish … I’m struggling with it …