Her name is Magda

Her name is Magda. She is about 25 years old. Her hair is uncombed. Her foot is hurting her. She is all alone. She sleeps on sidewalks. Sometimes they steal her shoes. Sometimes…

I have phoned Badisa, Social Services, the Salvation Army, a night shelter. But she just disappear through all the cracks in their logistical systems. She is just one obstacle in our way to the shopping centre, to the car dealer, to the bridge club. To the next R 100 000 or a million in profit producing. She is easy to miss. Just blink once in passing her by.