No Turning Back: A Novel of South Africa
Escaping from his violent stepfather, twelve-year-old Sipho heads for Johannesburg, where he has heard that gangs of children live on the streets. Surviving hunger and bitter-cold winter nights is hard'but learning when to trust in the ‘new' South Africa proves even more difficult.
No Turning Back appeared on the short list of both the Guardian and Smarties book prizes on the United Kingdom.
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NO TURNING BACKUser Review - Kirkus
The bland, uninvolving story of Sipho, 12, who flees his drunken stepfather's brutality to live on the streets of Johannesburg. Sipho finds a gang of street children but is with them barely a week ... Read full review
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Afrikaans angry apartheid arette arms asked Sipho baby blanket bottle Brother Zack Checkers clothes coins cold Copper corner couple Danny dark David door Durban eyes face feel fire front gang gate Gogo gumba-gumba hand head Hillbrow iglue inside Jabu Jabu's jacket Johannesburg Joseph Judy Judy's knew Kobus laughed light Lucas Ma's malunde Mama Ada Matthew mattress mother Nelson Mandela night pavement pocket police Portia pozzie pulled pushed rand replied rhino road Rosebank Sawubona seemed shacks shelter Shesha side Sipho felt Sipho found Sipho looked Sipho saw Sipho told Sis Pauline sleep slipped smile smock someone sound South Africa Soweto stay stepfather stopped street suddenly sure talking taxi Teacher Lindi tell Thabo Thembi things thought Sipho township trying tsotsi voice Vusi walked watching window worried Zulu
Page 72 - Ahead of him, glinting through the darkness, Sipho saw water. He screamed as he was picked up. He tried to struggle once again, but it was no use. The hands and arms were too powerful for him as they threw him out into the lake. Hitting, then breaking...
Page 51 - ... brought me about five thousand when she came to me, long ago. It was to have gone to her children, if she had any, and away from me if she had none. Now she is gone, and that five thousand and another five, and I am saved ! Saved ! 'Saved!' Then he sat down in the boat, and, keeping his legs wide apart, rested his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. His shirtcollar was open, and yet he felt his throat tighten, and put his hand to it. When he found it free he muttered : 'It is only...
Page 10 - Let's hope the elections will bring us peace, Mama. When everyone makes their cross on the paper, there should be no need for fighting anymore.
Page 69 - Sipho must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing he knew was that he was waking up in the 69 terror that usually came from a nightmare.