I'm going to get a reputation for lurking around the fruit and veg sections of supermarkets and hounding unsuspecting employees.* I saw a man carrying 4 banana boxes out of the shop and I nearly accosted him to find out what he was doing with those boxes and how he got that not-very-helpful supermarket to give him any and how come his boxes were so nice.** I had banana-box envy. Just call me the crazy banana box lady.
This week has been a bit overwhelming but in a good way. I've met so many strangers who turn up with clothes that they've carefully sorted, washed and packed, and they are so glad to have something practical to do. I had an email today from a man who wanted to donate £400-worth of nappies. I suggested perhaps half of that and a donation towards shipping. He agreed. I was at once astounded and encouraged by his generosity and a bit terrified about what £200-worth of nappies is going to look like. I'm guessing he doesn't just want to give money, although that is desperately needed. He wants to buy tons of nappies and drive them to my house.
And I'm glad. Because part of Samara's aim is to send practical aid that is also a message of love and support. I can feel it as I unpack and sort the donations. There is something very moving for me when I look at the photos of the banana boxes being taken to the people that need them. Will that box of clothes mean they are fed or find work tomorrow, or next week or next month? No. But it does mean that in a world where people hate and rape and drive out and kill, others knit and shop and pack and drive and pray.
*Actually they are usually happy to help, and I am learning the names of all the staff in the local tesco.
**I wish I had spoken to him because he was very likely doing what I'm doing and if so I'm very glad.
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