Sobbing Stories

The next morning, over the cold porridge breakfast, no mention was made about the use of the belt. Not expecting any, Danny was subdued but not suppressed. Anger and resentment still burned inside him. He couldn’t bear to look at Albin Flint, half expecting to see a self-satisfied look on that sour face. As he entered the kitchen on his way out to school, Eliza Flint said coolly, “You know part of my husband’s job as over...

Welcome my baby welcome,Yes, be a great read, come,Tell the world your big bold tale,Your birth is greater than a sale,Surely, the dead must be sobbing,Be a rude awakening to the robbing! "The Dead Must be Sobbing," a poetry anthology by Ndaba Sibanda, is now available.