Making Love Work

Have you ever had a conversation with a beggar before? I did a while back, a good thirty minute one for that matter, and definitely left that experience more enlightened than I was before it began.

His name was Tunji, a man in his fifties or sixties, with a tiny, frail body swallowed up by an oversized purple shirt. He sat next to me on a bus trip back home, and after asking for money and a gulp of water, he took my casual pleasantry as an invitation to narrate the story of his life, which honestly didn’t Continue reading