Just got home from my holiday in Marrakech, where I met loads of absolutely lovely people. I cannot stop thinking about all the homeless disabled people and women alone with children living on the dirty streets that I saw. There was one lady who looked in her 70s or 80s and was looking after two little girls. They were all happy and skipping around on carboard boxes and she was crying. I gave her some change and then gave something money to every begging person I passed but I wish Id given her more I feel so guilty I cant stop picturing her face and thinking about how she was obviously worried about her grandchildrens future. I tried to find her the next night but she wasnt there. I wish I could go back and just spend a week giving out money. Ive visited and volunteered in east Africa, south Africa and north Africa before and seen poverty before but I just feel particulary sick after this trip about the amount of money wasted on meaningless extravagence by me and the rest of the world and cant stop worrying about the futures of all the people I saw who I assume live in a world without a state pension, disability benefits and NHS.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 19:56:04 +0000
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