This Man Started Collective Giving[ Kwame's Story] I

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One hot afternoon, the sun beat down on the bustling marketplace of Mzansi. Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the entrance. A young boy, about ten years old, stumbled through the crowd. His clothes were torn, and tears streaked his dirty face. Clutching a small, beautifully carved wooden elephant, he cried out desperately, "Help! Please, someone help! My mother is sick, and we need medicine! I have nothing else to sell!"
The crowd parted for the boy, their faces showing a mix of sympathy and concern. The elephant, a symbol of good luck, was clearly valuable. Most people in the marketplace could not afford such an item, especially not a boy in such distress.
Just as the boy's hope seemed to be fading, a deep voice rang out. "Stop! What's all this commotion?" It was Kwame, a well-known trader, stepping out of his stall with a concerned look. Seeing the boy's tear-streaked face and the precious elephant, Kwame knelt down and spoke gently, "Tell me, young one, what troubles you so?"
Through his tears, the boy explained his mother's illness and their desperate need for medicine. He spoke of how his family had cherished the elephant for generations, a symbol of their strength and happier times. But now, with his mother so sick, they had no choice but to sell it.
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