The homeless speak - Mavusana

Meet Mavusa, am not sure how old he is or where he is from origally cause he doesn’t say much, ever. He has a mean face,  hard to approach but I think a good person in general, good in a sense that he wouldn’t steal or harm intentionally. I think Mavusana just appreciate his own presence and appreciate people keeping their distance. Mavusana is always somewhere far from everyone, the first time I approached him I was devastated for two reasons. 

One he clearly didn’t like people that much, two when our eyes met I felt as though fire was piercing from his to mine I thought he would do something bad to me, he was carrying a hard metal on his hand ( I just showed up unexpectedly behind him ) I froze and stood there as he gave me this awful stare. I don’t know whether I gave him a fright and he just got on defensive mode. But what I do know and certain about is that when I reached out to him with a sandwich on my right hand, without hesitation he reached back. In that moment we connected, we both felt safe because we had something in common, being human. 

I wish I spoke to Mavusana, got to know him a bit but he never says a word. The only thing I  know about Mavusana is that his source of income is collecting metal stuff to be weighed at a scrapyard. The other guys tried to help by offering me some information about him but I like to tell my stories based on the horses mouth. So I’ll wait for the right day, the day he would be comfortable enough to greet back or say thank you. 

Until than keep up your good deeds.