One by one, five to a grave, the coffins are buried in the red earth of this ill-kept corner of a South African cemetery.
The scrawl on the cheap wood attests to their anonymity: "Unknown B/Male."
These men were migrants from elsewhere in Africa with next to nothing who sought a living in the thriving underground economy of Gauteng province, a name that roughly translates to "land of gold."
"Whether it's refugees or people moving for jobs, they are human beings."
"When I hear a voice at night, I think he's come back. When I hear the sound of a motorcycle, I think my son is back."