By Patrick Raphaël Sebyera, stagiaire at Serenje Parish, Zambia In the morning of the 10th October, from the driving school in Mansa, I was getting ready to go back home but stopped first at the office of Caritas Mansa. Reaching the gate, I saw an old man on a wheel chair. Poor man! He was struggling to climb a stiff slope. He was tired and sweating. I saw many people passing by but no one helped him. I came closer and greeted him. — Can I help you? — Yes! Please! I pushed him up to the junction where I was planning to turn on my way home. — Where are you going? — I’m going to the compound after the hospital. We continued on the road while I was asking to myself what he has done to deserve this. At a certain point, he asked me if I drink. I answered positively. Then, he told me to stop for a drink. However, I proposed him to simply pursue our journey. Reaching a high hump, I asked him how he manages to cross it when he is alone. — God sends me somebody like you to help me. As we were approaching the place where he could easily move by himself, women were selling some fruits. — Let us buy some bananas, he said. He had some coins in his pocket. He gave me 20 coins of 5 Ngwee to make one Kwacha. I brought the money to a women selling bananas. — For whom do you want them? — For the bashikulu (the old man). I do not know why, but she was annoyed and gave me three small rotten bananas. — Can you not give even one which is good? — If you don’t want them, take your money back. Once more, I was asking to myself what the bashikulu has done to deserve this. I took those bananas to him. He refused them saying “awe mukwai”. As a result, I went to take back the money. I felt bad. As we reached the place where he could easily go by himself, I told him that it was time for me to go back to where we met in the first place and go home. He blessed me and gave me his 20 coins of 5 Ngwee. I thanked him adding that I was happy to help him without reward. — Who are you to refuse a drink and my kwacha? I simply gave him my own blessing which he accepted. I left my bashikulu and came back home asking to myself again and again what has he done to deserve this.