![]() Ndaba has contributed to the following anthologies: Its Time, Poems For Haiti- a South African anthology, Snippets ,Voices For Peace and Black Communion. Heedited Free Fall (2017). The recipient of a Starry Night ART School scholarship in 2015, Sibanda is the author of Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing,Of the Saliva and the Tongue, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth and Football of Fools. His work is featured in The New Shoots Anthology,The Van Gogh Anthology edited by Catfish McDaris and Dr. Marc Pietrzykowski, Eternal Snow, A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections with Himalayan Poet Yuyutsu RD Sharma scheduled for publication in Spring/Summer 2017 by Nirala Press and Seeing Beyond the Surface Volume II. Sibanda has contributed to more than thirty published books. Please see the microsite here:amazon. An Ability That Shines Like GoldThanks to a creative German doctor who initiated a sports contest in 1948 for Second World War combatants who had injuries to their backbones, one of the largest global sports events roared into life, and since then it takes place every two years alongside the Olympic Games. The Paralympic Games is an event at which great athletes fly their national flags high as they exhibit their sublime skills at their best sport in spite of a common thread marked by a disability. When Paralympians compete in swimming and rowing events in the water or on the track in wheelchair- racing and on blades, or in wheelchair basketball, and rugby on a court or in skiing on mountain slopes and cycling in the velodrome- what the spectators marvel at is pure world-class sportsmanship and individual ability! Of Pure Pressure And Pure PleasureThe heart and blood of untainted beauty Nature`s adrenalin for low blood pressure The sight is the rate that sings songs of wonder Exciting fear`s prompted into the heart and spine Welcome welcome to the zone of adventure Venture into a bungee jump and experience a real life Make a majestic fall into the Falls, grace the adventure capital of Africa For there`s victory for the adrenalin in the exquisiteness of the Victoria Falls! Wringing And Scheming Heartsit was a rather frosty Wednesday morning ten-ish ,her moves had a sluggish touch to them vacuuming, humming, tidying up the living room the least thing she expected was a serpent there it was long, lazy, gliding on the floor, at the wall`s edge “sekaNe, a snake, under the sofa!” she yelled he lept up and made several nervous attempts at slicing up the risky reptile but it kept on slithering away when the intruder was finally chopped apart with a block from a disused wooden room divider and ferried lifeless in a yellow plastic bag and dumped in a grassy and bushy area of the suburb, echoes started they bare happiness and smiles when you buy those things but I know deep inside them their hearts are bleeding spite how does a snake enter a closed room and hide under a sofa on a tiled and cold floor, and when did it enter?—“aunt” doubted one theorist guessed the intruder could have entered the room earlier during the day or during the evening when the door was open that neighbor who called herself a real realist and the wife`s real aunt (by the way, everyone is everybody `relative in the high-density suburbs!) was not convinced by the theorist `s assumptions surrounding the snake saga how does a snake enter a room without anybody seeing it, is this a snake really? the theorist said he was not an expert in the affairs and behaviors of snakes but he knew that a snake could sense and follow the presence of rodents the man of the house expressed his doubts saying he was shocked the next day to discover that the bag was no longer at the dumpsite! that was not a mere snake, forget about open or closed doors, the owner of that snaky trinket must have fetched it, “aunt” said Stha`s Chosen DilemmaStha says you expect me to be your lover
And keep you company, keep you happy. But you treat me like a collapsible chair! A chair you slump onto when there`s no softer one. I want you to hold me in public every time – not just when you’re tired of her or when she’s not around and you tiptoe to me. Like a camp chair, you collapse me into everything: cousin, neighbor, school mate, study mate, even spiritual sister – depending on who we bump and where. But when I tell other people we are chameleons, they have no sympathy for me; they don`t see why I cannot keep you out my life.
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