Curb Sitting

We got evicted last night. The husband of the lady I was renting from passed away. Then his family took her to court. The judge decided that all the property should go to her husband's family. Right after I got out of the shower last night, about 10 men showed up, one in super police regalia. They told us to pack our stuff immediately because the woman no longer owned the houses in the compound. Some of her family members came over right away and they started carting out her clothes and kitchen items in wheelbarrows. All the women were crying. My friend and I packed our things and sat on the curb for hours with the other renters, waiting to see if we would get our money back, salt in the wound for her, but now I need to find another place to stay. An uncle came to pick us up after a couple of hours, and we stayed the night in his house. They are doing construction though, so the room consisted of a mattress and a mosquito net. Still no power. Brought my stuff to my friends house at 7:30am this morning.  Probably coming home early because of all this craziness.