Celebrate Black History Month with a new powerful novel by Candi Miller. I'm thrilled to have an opportunity to publish a book extract on my blog.
Kalahari Passage: Koba book 2
Koba and Mannie have been in jail.
Their crime, loving each other across the Apartheid colour bar in southern
Africa. Koba escapes her captors and using her bush skills, finds her way
across the semi-desert to her former tribal home. But adapting to a hunter-gatherer
lifestyle after a decade away, has challenges. And her mortal enemy is on her
trail.
Meanwhile Mannie absconds during his parole and sets off on a
sub-continental road trip to find his beloved Koba. But will his new comrades
persuade him to join them across the border for training in deadly guerrilla
warfare? And what will that mean for his future with Koba?
Under tragic circumstances the lovers meet, but the danger they are in
means they face heart-breaking choices.
Kalahari Passage is an
action-packed story of a search for identity and love. Readers will be
spellbound by Koba’s world where an ancient culture dances, trances and lives
in harmony with the land.
Key ideas
● Unique FMC from world’s oldest living
culture, largely unknown outside anthropology. The lineage of Koba’s people
goes back to the dawn of humankind.
● Dispossession - ancestral land,
cultural identity, freedom
● Interracial love - romantic and
family
● Racial discrimination and defiance
● Recent black history - Apartheid South
Africa 1960s
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Intro for extract
This is a letter
written by Marta Marais, mother of Mannie, to her foster daughter, Koba, who
has been forcibly taken from them and repatriated to her former home in
Bushmanland.
Impalala, near Hoedspruit
South Africa
30 September
My dearest
Koba,
I don’t
know if this will reach you. I shall send it care of my sister-in-law, Mrs
Aletta Marais, at Weltevrede farm, in South West Africa. She was at the station
when you left Johannesburg. She was the small woman in the very big hat, who
was in front for every picture.
Lettie, if you are reading this, you
shouldn’t be, it’s private. But if you’re here, let me assure you I am very
grateful to you for helping the children. Truly. You succeeded where we
failed, so don’t take my tease to heart. And please, please, Lettie, help me
with one more favour – find a
messenger to take this letter to Bushmanland. Ask them to give it to any
Ju|’hoan person (Bushman) they see. Koba is from the Ju|’hoan band, which lives
in the vicinity of Nyae Nyae. Just tell them to look for the girl who lived
with the whites. She might still be wearing a yellow dress. God and you willing,
this letter could end up in Koba’s hands. Thank you, my dear. I know we haven’t
always seen eye to eye, but we are, after all, sisters-in-law. That’s still
true, isn’t it, even though Etienne is gone?
Kobatjie, my heart broke to see you in the
pretty yellow dress in the back of a police van. You looked so small sitting
next to that policeman they handcuffed to you. I have sent a letter to the
authorities to complain. I have argued that you are still a child and they have
no right to treat you so roughly. Well, they have no right to treat anyone
brutally, but they do, we hear. But you, so small and alone, and after what
you’ve been through! Oh, my dear, I shudder to think what detention must have
been like for you. I heard such terrible stories during the months I stood
outside with the other mothers. Ja-well, I must be careful what I write, Deon
says. Still, someone should be brought to account and I will do what I can.
Anyway, that’s for the future.
For now, I want you to know that never a day
goes by when I don’t berate myself for taking you from South West Africa. If
you’d never come to Impalala none of this might have happened. Oh, Koba, I lie
in bed at night crying for the harm my family has done to you and yours. For
pity’s sake, believe me when I say I only did what I thought was best for you.
I thought I could keep you safe. Ja, I know, I should have made a plan to get
you back to the Kalahari years ago, but even after only a year it was already
too late – we’d all grown to love
you.
Well, as you would say, ‘my heart is very
heavy’. I am trying to believe that it all happened for the best, but I don’t
know. I wish they’d let me talk to you. If you ever get this, perhaps you will
write back, if you ever get pen and paper, or go near a post office. I don’t
suppose there is one where you are going.
Purchase Links
Kalahari Passage: https://mybook.to/7qAtkQA
Koba series: https://mybook.to/T81RWsf
Author Bio –
Candi Miller was born in southern
Africa and has spent more than twenty years researching the first peoples of
the region, a group who have now adopted the exonym of San or Bushmen. She
taught creative writing at UK universities. She now lives in Cornwall where she
is writing the last book of the Koba trilogy. She is republishing her novels to
support a school feeding scheme she co-founded for San children in 2017.
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