He was so close to throwing in the towel and accepting his life’s abysmal circumstances. He stood by the side of the road, tense. It was a strange feeling of dread. He’d become numb to most types of fear as a result of his time on the streets.
Survival depended on it. It felt strange, though. Things were uncertain. Philani did not know how the public would react to his venture. This was his last hope of preventing starvation.