While our politicians are busy with their never-ending power struggles, corruption, and hiding the skeletons in their closets, who is looking after the poorest of the poor?Last week, when they predicted that Gauteng was in for cold weather, I suffered a bout of philanthropy.In winter, people get colds, influenza, coughs, sore throats, the sniffles, and all kinds of unpleasant winter symptoms and illnesses. I don’t. I get the philanthropies. Let me tell you about it.For the past nine or ten years, when the cold kicks in, I have tried to alleviate the plight of the vagrants who live under the most appalling conditions, under a bridge in (name of suburb withheld), Pretoria. They are made up of men, women, and children. Old and young. About twenty souls, in all. They are nomadic, and winter hits them really hard. These people are indeed the poorest of the poor. They have nothing. They have built shelters from cardboard, plastic sheets, galvanized iron, wooden boxes, and all types of scrap material. They get water from a filling station which is about 200 meters away from the bridge.On Saturday, when the philanthropies got hold of me, I bought twenty blankets, a small paraffin stove, 10 liters of paraffin, a large box of instant soup, a large aluminum pot, a dozen loaves of bread, and margarine.I then delivered my meager donation to the Bridge People. I wish I could afford to do more.I didn’t see Zuma, Ramaphosa, Malema, Mmusi, or any of our politicians, at the bridge. They’re probably too busy making promises to the mindless masses in order to garner their votes.So here’s my message to my fellow South Africans:Don’t wait for our useless, corrupt government and politicians to help the poorest of the poor. Go out and help them, all on your own. It’s the right thing to do.Just do it.