Megan Carrie, shared something on Facebook that she never knew would spread as quickly and as extensively as it has.

Read her original article below:

Maybe it was the way he washed my windcreen with the meticulosity of a surgeon, or maybe it was the warm smile that stretched across his face when I handed him the only coins I had left in my wallet or maybe it was because he was tall, like me, a big, tall friendly giant. Whatever that prompted the conversation, I can’t be sure, but all I know is that I drove away with my heart in my throat.


It was somewhere between punching my pin code into the card machine and getting my receipt back that I asked Henry how long he’d been working at the petrol station for, he replied gently: “Just over 3 months”, to which I asked “What did you do beforehand?” “Well, I’m an accountant, but it’s very hard to get a job in South Africa, so I haven’t done my articles yet.” An accountant working as a petrol attendant. A thousand thoughts swirled around in my head, words poured in from every corner, but all I could muster up was “I want to help you my friend, I want to help you get a job.” I drove off, blurry eyed, tears spilling all over my dress – his story had hit a part of my heart that could not be ignored. I spent the rest of my day trying my best to get through work but my mind kept wandering back to Henry, back to his story, back to his words, and every time it went there the tears came again.

So I went back to the petrol station that afternoon and waited for him to finish with a client, he couldn’t really remember me but I introduced myself and prodded around for more answers and got this: Henry is from Zimbabwe, he moved to South Africa in 2008 with a degree in Accountancy. He paid his way through university with the use of government grants, but has over a year and half’s worth of tuition to pay back before he can receive his certificate to prove that he is in fact an accountant. Since moving to South Africa he has worked as a lecturer, a car guard, a petrol attendant, and started his own business. He is a single dad with a 10 year old daughter who stays with his mother back in Harare who he sends money to every month.

He sees his little girl every 6 months. He’s been deeply affected by xenophobia. He has his South African work permit. He likes his tea – no milk, no sugar.


If you’ve got this far in the post you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this. Yes, there are hundreds, if not thousands of these stories walking past me everyday, but this one in particular has caused irreparable damage to my heart and I just can’t ignore it.

I asked Henry to get in contact with his University to find out how much he owes them, they replied within a few days to inform him he was indebted R35 000. If this story has affected you as much as it has me and you’d like to get the ball rolling in this man’s life, we’ve set up a PayPal account which can be paid to or you can email/DM me for the banking details. I figured if this reached 1000 people and they all contributed R35 we could pay it off.

Truth is, I don’t know if anything will come of this post. But I’m going to try my hardest to make something of it, in whatever capacity I can, to pull a man back into his rightful position in society. Once we have paid off his tuition I will be looking to set him up in an accounting role, so if you know anyone who knows anyone – get in touch! I’ve had so many requests for banking details, so here they are: Megan L Carrie Bank: FNB account type: cheque account Account number: 62439710262 Branch: umhlanga crescent Branch code: 220629 Can you use the reference Hello Henry. Feel free to spread this as far and wide as possible! Thank you

If you can help in any way, please make sure to get hold of Megan Carrie

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