DISCOVER AFRICA

Thought I would share this piece, which  Cathie Dunn published on her blog.

Discover Africa – with author Jane Bwye

Today, a wonderful writer is visiting – Jane Bwye, author of breathtaking drama Breath of Africa, newly released from Crooked Cat. Breath of Africa is a tale of life in Kenya, of love, danger and fate. And, most of all, of an incredible country.You’ll be amazed by Jane’s story. I am.
Over to Jane…
WHAT A JOURNEY IT’S BEEN!

It all started in the early 1970’s. We’d sunk our savings into buying a mansion in the middle of a steeply sloping gum plantation in Tigoni. From the 11-acre plot you could see Nairobi on a clear day, fifteen miles to the south…

To read more, please go to Cathie’s Blog
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Blurb:

Thirty years of Kenya’s recent history unfold through the lives of Caroline, a privileged woman from the fertile highlands, and Charles Ondiek, a farm labourer with dreams of an Oxford education. 

Charles’s love for Teresa, daughter of a hated settler farmer, leads to a drama of psychological terror fuelled by Mau Mau oath administrator, Mwangi, who is held in detention for six years.

On his release, Mwangi forces Charles and Teresa apart, then turns his attention to Caroline. But she has inner resources, and joins with Charles to seek out a mysterious ancestral cave.

Against the backdrop of Kenya’s beautiful but hostile desert, the curse is finally broken. But when Caroline discovers the hidden reason for Mwangi’s hatred, she wonders if she’ll ever, really, belong in the country she loves.

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Excerpt:

She tore her eyes away from the gaping hole before her and raised them towards the palm tree on her left. Its swaying trunk bent gently towards the grave. She looked up its ringed bark; up and up until the few green fronds swished against the blue sky. Her eyes squinted and watered at the merciless glare of the heavens, then found rest with a small white cloud.
Brian. Where are you? You know the Answer to Life, now. Can you see me here, my darling? Brian! Her heart cried out and tears welled. Brian – I love you.
Alone now.
The others were at the row of wreaths, reading the labels and standing in hushed groups. Nobody joined her at the graveside. She approached the flowers, and people started to pick them up and turn towards the mound of earth. She found a small wreath. Somebody had written on the label.
To my darling Brian, with love from Caroline and Paul.
Not alone. How silly of me. Thank God for little Paul.
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Just to remind you: the book can be bought through Amazon in Kindle and paperback formats, and from Crooked Cat in all e-book formats.
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LIEBSTER BLOG AWARD

I’ve something different for my blog post today. It’s called the Liebster Blog Award.

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My friend, Ailsa Abraham, nominated me for the Liebster Award. Apparently in German that means loved one, or favorite See Ailsa’s blog here

This award is all about answering questions on your blog and is also a game of “tag you’re it”.

All that’s needed is to read the rules, play the game and then check out some blog links of other players.

Rules:
1. You must tell 11 things about yourself by answering the questions your nominator gives you.
3. Create 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate.
4. Choose new blogs with fewer than 200 followers and link them to your post.
5. If you’re nominated, please leave a comment on this post with the URL of your Liebster Award post.

And now for my answers to the questions Ailsa has asked me and three other people.

1 What was your favourite subject at school and did you pursue it in later life?

English – Do I have to say more!

2 If I were providing the money, what household task would you PAY someone else to do?

Ironing? No – because I’m careful to buy drip dry clothes. Dusting and hoovering – absolutely yes.

3 What is the best meal you have ever eaten?

A good hot Indian curry

4 What is your own worst culinary disaster?

Rice. I just cannot cook rice. Probably because I don’t have the patience to stand and watch it as it reaches the critical point. However, I’m lucky to have a husband who does just that.

5 How many jobs have you had and which did you like most or least? Why?

My best job was bringing up my family. ‘Nuff said.

I’ve mostly worked for myself – so don’t count those as jobs. My worst nightmare was five years as Head of Computer Studies at a leading secondary school in Kenya. Talk about a round peg in a square hole… But it’s a job I am most proud of myself for sticking out. It achieved its purposes, which was to bring the Computer Dept. up to standard, and educate my youngest son.

Other than that, I suppose I’ve had about 7-8 different jobs in my life.

6 What is your favourite way to spend a weekend?

Curled up in an armchair with a good book; going out for a walk; and judging dressage for an Event at a beautiful country estate somewhere in the South of England; going to church; Oh, and if there’s a tennis match on the telly, I wouldn’t want to miss that.

7 If you could be a character in a book, who would you be?

Alice in Wonderland

8 I’m giving a fancy dress party. What / Who are you going to come as?

I hate fancy dress parties. Anything which is easy to hand, and causes the least bother, will do.

9 Which character from history would you assassinate if you could?

Stalin

10 What is your favourite period from history and why?

The Russian Revolution – shades of Tolstoy, I suppose. And the romance of early communism before it became contaminated. I’ve lost count of the times I read Doctor Zhivago, and saw the film, and I’ve read the whole of War & Peace.

11 How did you meet your partner? If not paired up, how long have you known your best friend?

I was a young widow, with a guest house accommodating a staid married couple in a unit at the back, their teenage son, and two other paying guests – single women of my age.

They were going to a party one Saturday night and urged me to come with them. I couldn’t, because of my three children. The married couple thoroughly disapproved of such gallivanting, and didn’t volunteer to babysit, even though the children never woke up in the night. But their son was more accommodating, and he was in our part of the house. We locked the door between the two sections, as was the custom, and the girls made a great show of departing in their car while I sneaked out of the front door and hopped in as they passed down the drive.

And at the party, there was this languid, muscly rugby player, tall, dark –  admittedly with a broken nose – lounging across an armchair, a mug of beer in his hand. He’d represented Kenya as a hooker, and had a divine sense of rhythm on the tiny dance floor…

At breakfast the following morning, Mrs.C. breezed in.

“And how was the party last night?”

I stopped myself in time, and glanced towards the closed doors of the girls’ bedrooms.

“I don’t know – they haven’t got up yet; but I expect they had a good time.”

And now – my turn for questions –  

1.  How long have you been blogging for, and how easy do you find it?

2.  Which of the social networking platforms works best for you, and why?

3.  Are there any books or writers who have influenced you?

4.  What is your favourite pastime?

5.  Describe one of the best moments of your life…

6.  … and the worst?

7.  What is your wildest dream?

8.  What is your least favourite daily task?

9.  If you could morph into any animal, what would it be, and why?

10.  How did you meet your spouse / partner / best friend?

11.  If you could sum yourself up in one word, what would it be?

Now to tag four others …  please dont forget to leave a comment on this post with the URL of your Liebster Award post.

Susan Finlay

Zanna Mackenzie

AJ Vosse

Maggie Secara

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THE BOOK SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

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BREATH OF AFRICA, dedicated to the people of Kenya, is a novel by Jane Bwye, retired businesswoman and intermittent freelance journalist who lived over half a century in Africa.

The 2013 Kenya elections took place without much-feared violence and reprisals, and the country moves on in hope.

This hope is epitomised in the book, which means different things to different people; it can be read as

  • a love story,
  • a psychological thriller,
  • or more deeply as an exploration into the interactions of people of different races.
  • Superstition and Christian faith clash.
  • And the stunning beauty of the country is a major character in itself.

It traces the stories of Caroline, a privileged woman from the highlands, and Charles Ondiek, a farm labourer with dreams of Oxford. A drama of psychological terror is fuelled by Mau Mau oath administrator, Mwangi, but against the backdrop of Kenya’s beautiful but hostile desert, the curse is finally broken.

The book is available in KINDLE and PAPERBACK format from Amazon.

The E-book can be purchased in all electronic formats direct from the publishers,

More traditional readers in the UK may wish to order it from the British Library, thereby supporting this great institution.

CAVEAT!!

If you buy the E-book, the all-important GLOSSARY could not be incorporated for technical reasons. For this, please go HERE.

ENJOY THE  READ!

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THE MORNING AFTER…

I can recommend on-line parties – there’s no clearing up to do.

And it’s my fault I feel a bit jaded -stayed up to watch Andy Murray get defeated in Miami last night. Never mind, Andy, there’s always the next time…

But I’ve woken up to this … my amazing publisher has done something else for me, through her alter-ego. Check it out here:  Cathie Dunn   if you wish to learn a bit more about BREATH OF AFRICA and how it all began.

Feel the Breath

 

 

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LAUNCH DAY!

 

The time has come, the walrus said …

If you cant come to the party – then prime your kindles, people.
If you havent got a kindle  – then the paperback will do.
If you dont want the book – then order it from the library.
If you cant get to the library – then Look Inside.
If you miss the party – it’s never too late!
Looking forward to seeing you there.

THE PARTY!!

PSssst –  If you want to know more about the book, or increase your chance to win a free e-book on the Treasure Hunt, then scroll on down…

Psssst … Pssst … Ssssssss – You can also buy the e-book from the Crooked Cats, (that way, the people of Africa will benefit more) and Smashwords

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ONE More Day to Launch!

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I can hardly believe it, and the timing is perfect.

Kenya has conducted exemplary elections, despite the disaster-hungry media. It is indeed a Land of Hope – always has been.

An opportune time to release BREATH OF AFRICA, published by Crooked Cat – a journey through a beautiful and spiritual land, where a victim of violence seeks psychological revenge. The book means different things to different people; it can be read as a love story, a psychological thriller, or more deeply as an exploration into the interactions of people of different races. Superstition and Christian faith clash. And the stunning beauty of the country is a major character in itself.

This blog has received more than 1,300 views from 48 different countries since last November. Read on down to catch more glimpses of what’s in store!

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A Very British Blog Tour

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Author, Nancy Jardine has invited me, and a group of British authors, to take part in ‘A Very British Blog Tour’ by visiting and supporting the websites of authors who are involved in the tour, and who are dedicated to turning out some of the finest books available in Britain today. Each author, named at the bottom of the page, has been asked the same questions, but their answers will obviously all be different. You merely click on the author’s link at the bottom of the page to see how they have answered the same questions.

So here are the questions from Nancy, together with my answers:

Q. Where were you born and where do you live at the moment?

A. I was born in Helston, Cornwall and I’m now living in Lower Willingdon, at the foot of the South Downs near Eastbourne.

Q. Have you always lived and worked in Britain or are you based elsewhere at the moment?

A. The longest I have lived in Britain is to “retire” here these past twelve years! I was taken to Kenya as a five-year-old, and lived there for fifty-five years.

Q. Which is your favourite part of Britain?

A. In my early twenties, I visited many places over a period of three weeks, and although I haven’t been there since, the wildness of Glen Coe sticks in my mind. But what I love about Britain are the small peaceful gems – gardens and countrified places – hidden away, often within minutes of busy highways, where you can pause and take a breath.

Q. Have you ‘highlighted’ or ‘showcased’ any particular part of Britain in your books? For example, a town or city; a county, a monument or some well-known place or event?

A. Yes! The life of an undergraduate at Oxford University is featured in Breath of Africa.

Q. There is an illusion – or myth if you wish – about British people that I would like you to discuss. Many see the ‘Brits’ as ‘stiff upper lip’. Is that correct?

A. Being a member of the older generation, brought up to be seen and not heard, I confess I often find it hard to relax and expose my innermost feelings, but with friends, I am able to dig deep and expound.

But to try and change things? I think modern day “Brits” are good at complaining vociferously, yet deep down, we’d rather somebody else “did something” – so we have to grin and bear it.

Is the “stiff upper lip” a British phenomenon? I very much doubt it.

With age often comes illness, and the desire not to bother others, sometimes to an extreme degree. It’s a human trait, common among all nations.

Q. Do any of the characters in your books carry the ‘stiff upper lip’? Or are they all ‘British Bulldog’ and unique in their own way?

A. Not in Breath of Africa. But the book in my pipeline, incidentally based in Britain, has several stiff upper lips.

Q. Tell us about one of your recent books?

My first novel, Breath of Africa, an end of empire story due to be released on 15th March, will mean different things to different people. It can be read as a love story, a psychological thriller, or more deeply as an exploration into the interactions of people of different races. Superstition and Christian faith clash. And the stunning beauty of the country is a major character in itself.

It traces the lives of Caroline, a privileged English woman from the Kenya highlands, and Charles Ondiek, a farm labourer with dreams of Oxford.

Charles’s love for Teresa, daughter of a hated settler farmer, leads to a drama of psychological terror fuelled by Mau Mau oath administrator, Mwangi, who is held in detention for six years. On Mwangi’s release he forces Charles and Teresa apart, then turns his attention to Caroline. But she has inner resources, and joins with Charles to seek out a mysterious ancestral cave.

Against the backdrop of Kenya’s beautiful but hostile desert, the curse is finally broken. But when Caroline discovers the hidden reason for Mwangi’s hatred, she wonders if she’ll ever, really, belong in the country she loves.

Q. What are you currently working on?

A. I’m intermittently working on a completely different novella called I Don’t Want to be Here. It is about a carer who is stuck in a place she never wanted to be (plenty of stiff upper lips!)

But before that, I am putting the finishing touches to a booklet,  St. Wilfrid’s – a History, published in commemoration of my church’s 50th anniversary. It will be released on 31st March.

Q. How do you spend your leisure time?

A. I like to be active, and enjoy so many things. I play tennis twice a week, weather permitting, and walk regularly with a small group, usually ending up with a pub meal. Choral singing, sometimes two or even three times a week exercises the lungs and uplifts the soul. Regular duplicate bridge games keep the mind in order. Sadly, I no longer have the opportunity to ride, but I do judge dressage 4-5 times a month, which keeps me in touch with the horsey world (I classify that as leisure). I just love bird-watching, but the British birds are frustratingly shy, so now I only carry my binoculars when I travel – I’ve “walked” round the world. My family are scattered over three continents, which accounts for prolonged periods on Facebook, and sometimes Skype. Is think that’s enough…

Q. Do you write for a local audience or a global audience?

A. I’ve done both. Years ago I compiled Museum Mixtures, a cookbook in aid of the Kenya Museum Society, and of course St. Wilfrid’s – a History is local to my area. But Breath of Africa is for the whole wide world.

Q. Can you provide links to your work?

A. Not at this current moment in time, but watch this space on 15th March 2013!

The following British, not necessarily British-based, authors have been invited to join in the fun. Once they’ve agreed, and set up their own answers on their respective websites/blogs, then clicking on their name will take you there. Also, if you are a British author and would like to join in, please leave a comment below with your email address.
Jeff Gardiner
Ailsa Abraham
Zanna Mackenzie
Mark Patton
David Robinson

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Desert Camp of a Million Stars

Koobi Fora – now a Field School – is Richard Leakey’s renowned prehistoric site on the eastern edge of Lake Turkana. It features briefly in BREATH OF AFRICA, and not far away lies the site of a petrified forest, where great stone roots and vines entwine themselves among fissures of rock.

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Enormous logs, cracked and broken by earthquakes, retain the grain of the original wood, and small stones of fascinating hues litter the area, in shades of brown, green and orange.

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Our Valentine

Happy VALENTINE’S DAY everyone!

And it’s thirty-nine days to go before the launch of BREATH OF AFRICA!

Please delve further into the cradle of my wonderful publishers, the Crooked Cats. They have created a loving newsletter, and even included a steamy scene from the Highlands of Kenya!

Crooked Cat Valentine’s Newsletter

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It was his lunch break, and they were on the hill again. Her deep brown eyes were troubled, but her languorous body made him catch his breath. She seemed different, somehow, so much more attractive, if that were possible. Dark clouds were rolling up the valley behind them.

“Bother – it’s going to rain.”

They watched the purple curtain blot out the view below, and rush up the hill. The pattering of heavy drops on dry leaves clattered closer, deafening their ears. The deluge overwhelmed them. It stung their bare arms and they dived for the sparse cover of the scrub. They were wet through in seconds, and cakes of mud clung to their clothes.

Minutes later, the sun was out, and the earth steamed with wisps of vapour. Teresa’s black hair was slicked in tiny coils against her profile; her flimsy blouse clung to the line of her bra. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air.

“I love the smell of rain on the parched earth,” she said. “That earthy, humus scent makes me think of rotting leaves and wriggly brown worms working away in the undergrowth. And then little green shoots will start peeping out.”

But Charles was gazing at her, conscious of a tightening in his trousers. He moved away, and tried to discuss his going, but she changed the subject.

“I don’t want to think about it,” she said. “Can’t we just enjoy each other while we can?”

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Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania

BREATH OF AFRICA was published by Crooked Cat on 15th March, 2013!!

The story is based in Kenya, but there are brief episodes in Tanzania (excerpt below), and Oxford.

“The road snaked up the volcano towards the crater rim. Dense bush revealed an occasional glimpse of the farmland below. The air chilled, and they passed patches of bracken and groundsel.

They turned a corner, groaned up a steep rise, and the crater opened out before them. Mwangi parked the car at a lookout, and they walked to the edge, glad to stretch their legs. A thunderstorm was progressing along the opposite wall, its deep purple clouds contrasting with the faint browns and greys of the sunlit plain far below. On the left glimmered a lake, behind a tiny patch of forest. Caroline let her eyes wander round the vast rim of the crater. The great canopy of sky overwhelmed her, she breathed in deeply, savouring the immensity of the scene. The breath of Africa filled her being. This was her country, her home.

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Grey clouds rolled in from the slopes, tumbling over each other in silent frenzy as the wind picked up, and stinging drops of rain sent them running for the car.

They continued to the lodge, slipping and sliding in the mud, and passed a herd of buffalo, their glistening backs showing above the long grass. Wooden buildings were perched haphazardly overlooking the crater rim, with more buffalo grazing the lush pasture between them, like domesticated cattle.

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The precarious track wound downwards in a series of hairpin bends. Travelling at walking pace, they emerged beneath the cloud. A sheer precipice appeared on Caroline’s left. There was nothing between her and a two thousand foot drop except for the shaking side of the sliding Land Rover. She eased nearer to Brian on the back seat.

What had appeared as a brown plain from the lookout on the previous day became acres and acres of undulating grassland covered with black specks. As they approached, the specks were transformed into massed herds of wildebeest and kongoni. Hyenas slunk away from chewed bones, their ugly heads turned backwards, watching; wild dogs quarrelled over bloody carcases; vultures crowded over the pungent remains of a Thomson’s gazelle; and a pair of silver backed jackals scurried out of sight.

Caroline stood on the back seat beside Brian, looking through the roof hatch. She pointed to the west. Two young rhino were dozing in the early morning sun.

They approached the beasts. She marvelled at the enormity of their grey bulk. The folds of their mud-baked hides betrayed dark cracks of moisture. The driver parked the vehicle on a hillock, the sun behind them, and switched off the engine. Caroline’s ears became tuned to the muted sounds of the animals around them. One of the rhino lumbered to his feet, looked at them briefly, and began to rub his prehistoric head over the back of his companion. Their hides grated harshly as they made contact, backwards and forwards, the loud rasps strange amid the twittering of birds and the gentle calls of the antelope.

They approached a patch of scrub on the far side of the crater. Yellow grass interspersed with thorn scraped under the chassis.

They stopped, and all was silent. The ranger indicated to their left, a cautionary finger over his mouth. Caroline could see only bush. Then she discerned two watching eyes. She looked closer, and saw a pair of cocked ears, and an inquisitive nose poking through a thorn bush only three yards away. A cub lay there, perfectly still. She scanned the scrub. Lion surrounded them; several females and three cubs.

She made room for Brian, and Boney and Guy squeezed together to stand on the front seat.

Brian moved, his camera ready, while Guy scanned the bushes with his binoculars.

“There’s the male,” he mouthed.

He had come up behind them. Every inch of his proud, black-maned head and lithe body lived up to the title of King of Beasts. He stood erect, taking his time to scent the air, and then walked majestically past them.

“He’s drawing our attention from the pride,” whispered Guy.

The lion stopped a couple of feet away, disdaining to look at them, and then he insolently marked his territory, tail high, in front of them. A strong smell of urine tainted the air.

They lingered, savouring the scene, until the pride melted back into the dappled shade.

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