I have the privilege of meeting people from all walks of life, on a regular basis. I have met friends in the strangest of places as well. I have met friends in shopping malls, bars, churches, barber shops and even public toilets. I have made friends on a bus to Namibia; I have made friends in a public transport taxi. I have made friends almost everywhere. Some are weird, special, interesting; some are normal, mediocre, plain. Some drink. I have friends in different parts of the world also. I have friends in America(mostly), the UK, Botswana, Malawi, Switzerland,Holland, and all across South Africa.
I have friends in high places; I have friends in the slums. I have friends who takes me out to fancy dinners and invite me to dinners, and I have friends who send me voice notes as reminders of what I've meant to them. i have friends who judge me, and then those whom I can run to to gossip about the judgmental type. Tonight, under the same sky, I have friends under warm blankets, snuggling up against a loved one, and friends curling up under a piece of card board.
I love having friends. I think friends are important, after family, of course. I think friends are worth fighting for; friends are worth risking lives for. We have to let friends know how much they matters; how much we value them. I'm sure that a lot of you have a much more diverse group of friends than mine, but I'm also 200% sure that a lot of you have only friends like you. friends you can relate to; friends who understand you; friends that won't embarrass you.
Tonight, I feel for my friends under the bridge. I feel for the ones whom this cold night have to meet alone. I feel for them as raindrops falls like stars fall beside and all over them. I feel for my homeless friends sleeping on the doorstep of the post office in Somerset West. I hope and pray somehow, warmth will meet them in their sleep, and won't leave them till the sun take its proper place.
On behalf of those friends of mine, I appeal to you to help us spread love, wrapped in a blanket, to them. It is possible, and it is true. Love is cold without something to keep you warm. Try sleeping this winter on top of your duvet, with the heater switched off, for only one night, and we'll get a glimpse of what it feels like for my friend, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
If you have ANY extra bedding, warm clothing, or anything that can make love practical to my friends this winter, would you please give me a call at0736876069 or you can email me at ivor-swartz@live.nl. Or if you know of companies that would be willing to take part in showing practical love, please let me know. I would really appreciate it.
StayAliveFriend(s)
On behalf of those friends of mine, I appeal to you to help us spread love, wrapped in a blanket, to them. It is possible, and it is true. Love is cold without something to keep you warm. Try sleeping this winter on top of your duvet, with the heater switched off, for only one night, and we'll get a glimpse of what it feels like for my friend, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
If you have ANY extra bedding, warm clothing, or anything that can make love practical to my friends this winter, would you please give me a call at0736876069 or you can email me at ivor-swartz@live.nl. Or if you know of companies that would be willing to take part in showing practical love, please let me know. I would really appreciate it.
StayAliveFriend(s)
