No going back to Mugabe
After his final appeal for asylum was rejected in 2004, Thomas lived rough in Manchester; on friends’ floors and in a disused factory with other failed asylum seekers. One night, five white youths attacked him and left him with bruised ribs and a swollen eye. But he wouldn’t go to the police. “I was terrified that they would send me back to Zimbabwe.”
Shaken by the attack, he went to Glasgow to stay with friends, but an old illness forced him to go to hospital. He was afraid to give his real name, so he didn’t attend his check-up, went back to Manchester and slept in the bus station. The following day he contacted Refugee Action – the charity that had helped him with his asylum case. But hostels in Manchester can’t take people like Thomas who can’t receive state funding, so they had to send him to a homeless hostel in Liverpool. “It was full of drug addicts,” says Thomas. “There was a massive room with lots of beds. Five o’clock, they gave me dinner, and six o’clock you had to be in bed. I was scared of the other residents. They made racist jokes. I couldn’t sleep all night. The next morning I took the first bus back to Manchester.” He spent his second night in the bus station before another friend let him stay.

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