Telling a story in not so many words

To buttress this point an expatriate English friend working in Gaborone had a routine of walking daily from his Brackenden Lodge to the Ministry of Education where he was plying his trade as a consultant. The distance was short and he could navigate it with relative ease in spite of his advanced age.

One of the days he accidentally met a young Motswana who was eking out a living as an informal trader. The economically struggling young man asked for financial assistance from the ‘seemingly opulent’ white stranger because a new baby was on the way.