Every day life being poor

My name is Pamlomo and I'm going to tell you about me life. Every day of my life is torture my family is very poor and I live in a shack. When I wake up for school I'm very cold. I could hardly move. My school is 13km away from my house. My sister died from a bad group of Gangsters,it was dreadful. My whole family was crying for weeks.



In our school we have one old book. We don't even have a library. We don't work inside a class we have tables outside. The only toilet we have is a porta potty. Our whole street only shares one. It doesn't even have a door. Our house is made from metal  so when it does rain it is really loud, I can't sleep. My grandad is blind and my granny died when I was born. All my clothes is one  old leather shirt and old baggy shorts. I think the government can help By building new homes with doors and bricks and help the very poor family's which have nothing. The government can also give us taps to drink from and proper community toilets.





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