The Squatter Camp

some bright spots shine out of the squatter camp coloured plastic houses flap in the winter wind bricks hold roofs in place cardboard houses labeled "For the Whitest Whites and Brightest Colours" shine brightly through the haze of winter fires a bright blue painted window glass missing, brightens up a wall made of Chibuku containers a fence of scrap car doors rattles like a skeleton in the darkest hours of night when prowlers prey on unlocked homes, for these are homes! people are living here! as squalid as they seem there's living and dying drinking, cooking and cleaning going on here just as in other homes a door of sewn mealiemeal bags guards the entrance to a man's castle his home!