Fidel Nshombo was born in the Congo where everything was beautiful till war broke out. He found himself alone at age 12 in the middle of a genocide, trying to cheat death at every corner. For years, he was an illegal immigrant in many African countries, until the U.S. accepted his refugee application. But even that was not the end of his journey: It was the beginning of everything. Today, writing poetry is what keeps his demons at bay.