21st Century Good Samaritans
By Niqui | 
Be the first
Little did I know upon first hearing of this avenue that it was a part of an infamous ‘ghetto’. The name sounded so regal, so prestigious, so sophisticated, but it seemed, as far as the outside world was concerned, that it was about as much sophistication as this avenue had. Precariously situated on the outskirts of the Caribbean’s premier University and connected via some back roads to the heart of the ‘real Jungle 12’, I wondered what life would be like here. I remember clearly, the first time I told my co-workers that I would be moving here. I was duly cautioned by many, not to walk the streets at night, not to even as much as glance at the people for too long.
I remember the first cab driver to move my things. As we were ready to descend the hill at the New Testament church, he said, “I see… we’re going down into the cubby hole.” I asked why he called it the cubby hole. He said, “Don’t you see we’re going down? Once you start going down, you’re heading into a cubby hole.” Before we got to the house I received more cautions from the taxi driver not to go anywhere at nights unless I was taking a cab. “Call a taxi!” he said. “Betta you spend di likkle money cause a yu life.” (Maybe he was genuinely concerned about my safety).Most importantly, I remember wondering where and how on earth I had ended up with all this stuff, a single person with no dependents. I remember thinking how on earth am I going to move all this stuff out of the van and up to the flat. I remember how quickly my silent prayer for help was answered when before the vehicle even came fully to a stop a throng of persons, (total strangers) around 7-8 appeared and started grabbing my stuff and hauling it inside and up the stairs. It all happened so fast, at one point I spun around and managed to glimpse a little girl no more than four toting my pillow and folded blanket up the stairs. I remember being in total shock and pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or in a movie and that I was actually in Jam down. When it was all over, they didn’t even stick around for compensation, ‘nice to meet you, good bye’ they said, and went along their merry way, all smiles. Praise God! I had just met some 21st Century Good Samaritans in the most unlikely of places.
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