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THE SCATTERING by Lauri Kubuitsile...a must-read

Synopsis
South-West Africa, 1904: When German colonial authorities issue an extermination order, the Herero are forced to flee into the Kalahari desert and seek safety in British Bechuanaland (modern day Botswana). Tjipuka, a young Herero mother, escapes the genocide with her infant, but is captured and put to work in the death camps in Luderitz. There, she has to find the courage, and the will, to survive against all odds.

The Transvaal, 1899: Riette's nursing ambitions are crushed when she is forced into marriage with an older neighbour. When he is taken captive by the British colonial regime and their farm set ablaze during the Second Anglo-Boer War, she and his daughters endure the horrors of the British concentration camps.

Against the backdrop of southern Africa's colonial wars at the dawn of the twentieth century, THE SCATTERING traces the fates of two remarkable women whose paths cross after each has suffered the devastation and dislocation of war.

Moving and intimate, Kubuitsile's novel provides a fascinating glimpse into the indomitable human spirit in the worst circumstances. The book is dedicated to Ponche, whom Lauri Kubuitsile says is 'a very good friend of mine, a sister really, who is part Herero, part German.'

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