BEGGARS OF LONDON STREETS

It felt like an ambush. I had just paid for a bunch of ripe yellow-orange plantains (“mzuzu” in Swahili) and while zipping up my wallet, there she was staring with restless, eager eyes. Sudden pleasure as well as sadness in those eyes. “Pee-lease buy me bread. Me, very hungary!” Familiar English pronunciation on London streets....