A few weeks ago, Mukhulai was accompanying an entourage of a squad of ten soldiers. In accompanying these soldiers, he met an old man in their journey
The circumstances of meeting this old man is already very weird, bizarre and surreal
This old man is blind in one eye and ask for a piece of food from him. Not the soldiers. Not the officers.
But him. A slave. A mere messenger. Mukhulai when he sees this old man, he feels pity.
Mukhulai suggested to the old man that if he wanted food, he could ask the soldiers. The soldiers might not be very kind to enemies but they could spare some food
But the old man insisted on asking him.
Mukhulai felt that the old man reminded him of himself in the past and shares a bit of his meat, give him some food, some water, so that the old man could refresh himself.
