Every time I walk along the underpass towards the MRT station near my home I am encountered by some homeless sleeping on benches in the void decks. With their unkempt look, they strike a little fear in me as I walk pass, especially when I am alone. Sometimes they just sit around and stare blankly at people walking by, or they would meet your eyes for a split second… it makes me fear that they would suddenly get up and start harassing me for food/cash. But they never do.
Occasionally, I see them on the buses too as they are not difficult to spot. Occupying a few seats at a time with bagfuls of all their life’s possessions, emitting unpleasant smells and usually asleep… a bus ride from one terminal to the other end is probably the cheapest comfortable accommodation for them. I feel bad there is nothing I can do for these people and even if I want to, I feel a resistance to help due their appearance. The most I can do is drop in a few coins to street peddlers in exchange for tissue packs or in cans of buskers whose music goes largely unnoticed in the din of the busy Singapore life.
Which reminds me of a old song I love by Phil Collins…
The song used to make me think of the story “Little Match Girl” as a child but now as I listen to it again it reminds me of all the buskers, homeless and other have-nots that are living in our midst. think twice, and show them a little kindness.