These poems I wrote while staying in a back-room. I observed the lives amongst tenants from South Africa, Zimbabwe, Mozambique and Democratic Republic of Congo. Living in shacks and backrooms built with bricks and those built with concrete like the one I was living in. These accommodations are temporary for the tenants who are renting. Some tenants are job seekers while others are students all in all they are trying to make a living. God of heaven...
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