Member-only storyMathias Machona·Follow1 min read·Feb 24, 2024--ShareBeing homeless is the hardest thing I have ever gone through in my days of adversity. Sleeping outside on the floor in the streets of London. I would cover myself with a blanket but still be cold, I would put card boxes underneath me to be warm but still be colder, would hide for shelter from the rain but still be soaked wet because the roof wasn't wide enough to protect me from the rain. I would sleep in the night but fearful that whilst I sleep a passer by would beat me or steal from me. It was a hard life. when day comes I would stretch my eyes looking for handouts in case somebody was generous enough to read my miserable, hopeless situation. All day I lived in want of everything, clothes ,food, shelter, money, good-life, family, Job until my mind would be stretched to the limit.Being homeless is a hard nut life.