I bought a SIM card off this guy at the airport in Zimbabwe. He told me taxis will rip me off and he could take me. He not only drove me; he showed me around his ghetto, took me to his 2 bedroom shack and told me how he's putting his siblings through school. It reminded me of my late father's struggle supporting his single mother and 4 younger siblings in the Philippines when he was younger than me.
Three days later I called him and asked if he could take me back to the airport. I told him to stop at the supermarket and we loaded 3 trolleys of groceries that will last him 3 months. Dude started crying and it made my day.
Funnily enough his name is Paul Mandaza, my late father was Paul Mendoza.