God raised his hands and he protected me. I am well today, tomorrow I am not. Even at work, where I am working, because I realised that I was at all times sick. My employer said, I'm now going to reduce the days. When I came back from prison, everything, my future was destroyed and this is disturbing me a lot.
People have places of their own where they can sleep when it's cold.
I cannot sleep, I don't have a house, I don't have a home. I was innocent. I went to a funeral of our neighbour, Duty Embata. We wanted to bury her son and that is where I met my fate. I cannot carry on.