Rain or shine, the Sikh community’s “Free Kitchen” brings food and warmth to the homeless.
This is Sikh Sangat Free Kitchen, which provides food to the homeless and needy. The project began in Auckland at the beginning of winter in 2017 and is now spreading around the country.
In the boot of the jeep are 60 packaged Indian meals, freshly made by women at the Sikh temple in Wiri. On this Saturday night, we’re joined by volunteers who run the Te Puke, Tauranga and Hamilton branches of the Free Kitchen, which also operates in Rotorua and Christchurch.
In Hamilton, the group sets up a feeding station at 8am every Sunday in the city centre. But Auckland is a sprawling place, so we take to the streets, on the hunt for the without-a-roof people.
“Over there, in the skate park,” comes a voice from the back of the jeep. We pull over and pile out, to be warmly greeted by an ageing Māori man who Singh addresses as “Uncle”. Later, Singh tells me they’d come across the Manukau local five weeks earlier on his first night on the streets, after he was kicked out by his family.
A few of us head over the grass to the skate park to assess the need, then someone doubles back to collect food, juice and water for each person. One man devours his meal – a paneer curry – in the few minutes we linger and then hands back the empty container.
We move on to an encampment under a road bridge, then we’re off again, headed to Ōnehunga.
A tip-off about a group living outside a church doesn’t bear fruit, but while we’re parked up, a young woman approaches. One of the volunteers gives her a meal from the boot of the car and, after exchanging a few words, hands her a jumper; she pulls it on. Most of the people we meet don’t look drunk or high. They look resigned, cold, and grateful.
Next stop: New Lynn. “There’s a community of about 20 we’ve been visiting under the bridge,” Singh tells me.
When we get there, the bridge is quiet, but we find a group of five camping under tarps next to the railway. A young man, perhaps 19 years old, explains they’d been moved on and the group had dispersed. “Are you warm enough?” asks Singh. “We can bring a jacket next time.” A polite “Yes, please”, and a request for a beanie is met with a promise to bring both next week.
Back on the road, the prayers continue as we head to Swanson. Then, if any meals are still left, we’ll head to the city – but the volunteers believe the forgotten ones are in the suburbs. Their weekly mission ends around 10pm.
“This is how we spend our Saturday night,” smiles Singh, a father of one who works in Auckland as a finance manager for a software company.
“Giving back is the only way forward.”
This story was originally published in the December issue of North & South.