Asking someone would help out when I get to the first ghetto that would lead me to the main one I needed to be at.
I needed the name of the ghetto...and that would make it easier for me to go there. Someone would need to tell me the name to know it.
So without going to the first one I was aware of, I wouldn't be able to locate the other one. I don't have a car yet, so I planned on boarding a cab that would drive me straight to the ghetto.
..I was able to stop a cab and tell the cab man where I was heading to.
I noticed the cab man glanced at me with a kind of expression on his face that screams, 'That place?'. Then he said to me,
"Enter".
With the expression that appeared on his face after telling him where I was heading to, I thought he wouldn't agree to drive me to that place, but he did.
I didn't waste time entering the backseat of the cab, then he put it in motion. He kept driving without stopping for a second until we finally arrived at the hood.
Then I paid him before coming out of the cab. 'Enjoy', that was the utterance that flowed out of his mouth before driving off. I knew what that 'enjoy' meant.
He didn't mean the real enjoyment knowing this was a ghetto filled with poverty. He was telling me to enjoy the situation of this place...which means there was barely any enjoyment here.
..I began walking while glancing at the buildings and the people around, and I could feel it...that ghetto vibe.
The place screams poverty, suffering, and crimes. I could see some little kids playing on the road while I was walking. The buildings around weren't that good-looking.
There were few storey buildings around, but many of them were old and needed renovation. I could even see some guys that were most likely in their early 'twenties smoking weed and conversing amongst themselves.
Now, just from everything around and the vibe this place was giving...there's no way a person wouldn't be able to discern that a lot of people here were suffering.
A person that was born into a wealthy family and had been enjoying wealth all his life wouldn't be able to live in this kind of place for even a day. It matters what kind of personality the person has though.
..But for a week, that person would either die or find a way to escape.
Giving up on your dreams of making it big in life would be so easy when you're living in this kind of place 'cause there's barely hope.
I know I suffered while growing up, but I never lived in this kind of place, I never lived in a ghetto. And though there was poverty in this place, there were other ghettos that were worse than this one.
Imagining the situation of those places was making me shake my head, the suffering there would be too much...
But I still needed to go to one of those critical ghettos 'cause I have a quest to accomplish. If not for the quest, I wouldn't have come to this place.
I kept walking past different people while glancing around as people were walking past me as well. Then I stopped, I needed to make my way to the other ghetto.
..And as said, I didn't know the name of the ghetto that was in affiliation with this one.
So I needed to ask someone, I shouldn't waste too much time walking and glancing around. I was able to ask someone, not just anyone, someone that looks mild and all that.
He told me the name of the ghetto...and to tell you the truth, the name wasn't that nice to the ears. The name was just as critical as the ghetto was.
Now that I know the name of the hood, it was time for me to begin heading there. I wouldn't be able to go there on my own since I didn't know the way to the place.
It was today I was just finding out the name of the ghetto...so I'd have to board a cab again to get to that place.
..As I was walking out of the ghetto, I was still glancing around until I'd finished walking out of it completely.
I was inside a cab right now as it was driving me toward the other ghetto. All I did was to tell the cab man the name of the ghetto, and what he said next was 'Hop in' which I didn't waste time to do.
Inside the cab while it was in motion, I was thinking about the ghetto I just left a few minutes ago.
'What a place to live in'. I thought to myself.
Some people would have been living there for a long time now, for years. Some were born in the ghetto, and now that they were adults, they were still there.
They basically went from baby to childhood, to teenager, and then adulthood right in the ghetto. I had shaken my head numerous times just thinking about it.
Some of them wanted to leave that place, they wanted to escape to a better place, but there was no help...
Some were born there, and would die there...that was just the fucking truth.
Some worked so hard to leave that place, but their hard work never paid off that much. It isn't only about working hard...the question is, would your hard work pay off?
Throughout the time I was in the cab, I kept thinking about the ghettos and the people living in them until we finally arrived at the one that was somehow affiliated to the one I left minutes ago.
I didn't waste time coming out of the cab and paying the cab man the amount we agreed on, then he drove off. Here I was in another ghetto...the one that was worse than the one I left minutes ago.
..I began walking on the street as I was glancing around as usual.
The situation was just the same as the other ghetto. Everywhere screamed poverty, crime, and suffering. Most of the buildings were old and needed renovation.
People were walking about on the street, I could even see kids here and there. Be walking around at midnight in this place, and you'd get robbed like there was no tomorrow.
They could even rob your flesh if you're not careful...
It isn't even only at midnight, you could be robbed in the day and at nighttime, but robbery takes place mostly at nighttime. I was still walking and glancing around.
And I was a little surprised when I saw a group of ladies sitting in front of a certain bungalow building, conversing, and laughing amongst themselves.
And to tell you the truth, many of them there were pretty...look at their beautiful smiles. Just because they weren't in the best environment doesn't mean they shouldn't smile.
..Some had even gotten used to the ghetto life, another striking truth.
Now, I was here for a reason, and that was to help out two families that needed help badly. There must be a very valid reason why they were in that situation before I'd lend a helping hand to them just as the system instructed.
If you're poor because of laziness, then you don't deserve any help. Now the question was, where would I start from?
From the look of things, it seemed like everyone here needed help. There's no one you'd offer to help here that wouldn't accept it...poverty was flying in the air.
But the system used the word 'Badly' for a reason. Yes, those that needed help badly, maybe they hadn't even eaten for days, or there was another terrible situation that was sucking the little joy out of them.
Not people that were poor but were still managing to feed themselves daily and were living fine to the best of their ability.
..But the question still remains, where would I start from?
How would I discern that a family was in need of help badly? I kept walking about on the streets as I was walking past different people and people were walking past me as well.
From time to time, I noticed people staring at me 'cause of my dressing...my clothes were nice and looked expensive to an extent. Many of them could tell that I wasn't from this hood.
Some people's dressings weren't looking good at all, those ones must be extremely poor. And some people's dressings were okay though they weren't buoyant.
..Now, it was those people whose clothes were looking bad that were staring at me from time to time.