A kid knocks at my window begging for spare change.
His hands were muddy, his lips were chapped and bloody (probably from dehydration), his eyes were a bit yellow and his teeth were smaller than my nails. As he opened his mouth and about to beg, his ruffled hair caught my eye. This was what I highly noticed.
It was colored maroon.
How much did he pay for the dye? Was it enough for a meal or three? Wouldn't it be happier? Hadn't the song "Ako ay may lobo", which was a song about opportunity cost and trade off, teach them anything? I know that parents or grandparents often sing them to newborns at least once in their so-called damned lives.
There was also this one time a female mute was "singing" (I called it screaming) while bashing her tambourine. I was holding two bucks when a man was given the cardboard that read, "Palimos lang po... blah". He shouted, "She has a skull tattoo on her back, why should I give her anything?"
True enough, the skull tattoo was pretty big. That would cost around, I dunno, eight hundred to a thousand bucks or more? Heck, that's enough to last me for a week, (not counting transportation expenses for she hitched a free ride).
Anyway, what's the deal? I'd choose a meal over a game of pride most of the time. I must admit, I am an idiot most of the time when I get lured into games. But hell, these are nomads and homeless people for crying out loud. Why would they choose bodily vanity in a time of need?
Well, what now, kids? Hair dye or a meal?
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