New Arrival: A JOURNEY TO EXILE, Keshii Nathanael (Martial Publishing)

Winston Churchill is supposed to have said that history is written by the victors. Namibia's history is no different, and as such many stories are left untold, except this one.

Keshii Nathanael's personal narrative, A Journey to Exile, is a darker story than many uplifting accounts of emancipation from colonisation. It is a story of intrigue and deception, of wholly unexpected alliances, and the brutal power of politics. This book provides an invaluable first-hand account for researchers and readers interested in the political history of southern Africa.

Herewith an extract from the NAMRIGHTS website, originally posted by Confidente Online: 'In his book, Keshii narrated his troubled experience into exile (Angola, Zambia and Tanzania) where he and many others who were against alleged corrupt practices by the SWAPO leadership in exile were exposed to psychological torture, mistrust, atrocities and many years of imprisonment associated with hard labour.

“Exile was not easy. SWAPO leaders were hostile. They were corrupt. They had no constitution that led the party. Leaders slept with young girls and they were drunkards. Many ask us why we ran away from home and from SWAPO. We did not run away. We wanted order within our SWAPO and that did not happen. We condemned injustices and stood up for what was right. SWAPO is responsible for more deaths of Namibians than former armed forces of South Africa”. Keshii also recounted that in a bid to remain sane through his alleged daily torture in a Tanzanian prison, he sang and counted mosquitoes.

Nathanael was the founding president of the Swapo Youth League (SYL) and struggled for the liberation of Namibia before being forced into exile in Sweden.

A Journey to Exile is in stock @ Book Buddy Namibia, 163 Nelson Mandela Avenue, Eros, Windhoek or call +264 61 302 711 or mail bookbuddynamibia@gmail.com

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