Don't miss the launch of Oiva Angula's memoir SWAPO Captive!

''It's such a horrible and shameful story, not least his factual indictment (as a Christian) of the saga of the entire range of Christian churches internationally which shut eyes and ears to the truth rather than be accused of being racist, reactionary, etc. And no TRC, no official recognition in Namibia for the past thirty years. It's taken a generation for this book to be written and published (in South Africa), which speaks for itself.''

- Paul Trewhela, author of

Inside Quatro: Uncovering the Exile History of the ANC and SWAPO (2010)

Penguin Random House and Book Buddy Namibia invite you to the official book launch and a discussion of Oiva Angula's memoir, SWAPO Captive: A Comrade's Experience of Betrayal and Torture.

Namibian author Oiva Angula will be in conversation with senior research associate and journalist, Frederico Links.

Book launch details
Date: Saturday, 3 November, 2018
Time: 09:30 - 11:30
Venue: El Barrio Tapas Bar and Restaurant, The Village, Liliencron street, Eros, Windhoek
RSVP: bookbuddynamibia@gmail.com
Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/488354284983978/

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