Libran Samrat

Sipho is eight years old. Maybe nine. He has no mother, no father, and no one to look for him. On a poor corner of a city in East Africa, a butcher gives him a dry floor to sleep on and food twice a day, and Sipho dares to hope his luck has turned. He has only ever wanted one thing: to go to school, to learn the letters, to become somebody. Then a stranger in polished shoes walks into the shop and offers him exactly that dream - and Sipho, with his whole open heart, says yes.
A short, devastating novel about poverty, hope, and the people who fail a child, told in spare and simple language that you will not forget.