Day 13: The Scourge of the Kaiserbird


It behoves a writer to pause and reflect on his social responsibility, if there is such a thing at all. Do we owe society anything? Or perhaps everything? Or do we just write for the sake of art?

These questions came to me in the middle of the process of writing, rewriting and translating “The Scourge of the Kaiserbird.” In the end it almost consumed me.

I set out to tell a true story with the age old rags-to-riches theme: Young Ernst Luchtenstein arrived In German South West Africa (Namibia), lost his family, worked hard and ended up as one of the wealthiest men in the country and lived happily ever after. Simple.

I first heard the story from a nephew of Ernst, the late Dicky Strauss. Dicky also mentioned a skirmish between the Luchtenstein family and some natives but the details were scant.

Everything changed when I visited the Sam Cohen Museum in Swakopmund to research  my story and read a few sentences in an article about the great man. “Madam, kneel before God only, not before any man.” Cornelius Fredericks spoke to Therese, mother of Ernst and gave her his hand to lift her from the dust of the Nama Desert. Then he said, “We Namas don’t wage war against women and children.”

What war, I asked myself. I had a vague idea of the Namas as some or other indigenous group, but knew literally nothing about any war that they could have been involved in.

I could only do what I do best – read. I read everything I could about Ernst Luchtenstein and about the Namas. I ordered books from Amazon, I read a lot of the (tall) story teller, Lawrence Green’s work. For two years I tried to find descendants of this famous man, Ernst Luchtenstein, but had no success. Then my fortune changed. I visited two of his children, Tudi in Bethal, Mpumalanga and Margaret in Somerset West. My information and interest grew. By chance I happened upon a little book which switched on the little globe above my head. The book told the story about the grave in the Fish River Canyon. This gave me the background to the incident in the Namib and spurred me on.

During a research visit to Lüderitz in December 2009 I learnt about the terrible concentration camps of the Nama war (1904-1908) especially the one on Shark Island in the bay of Lüderitz. I learnt about the decapitation of the Nama prisoners and then I set out to find the desendants of that Cornelius Fredericks who had lifted Ernst’s mother from the Namib sand. That took me to Windhoek where I met pastor Izak Fredericks who told me that the famous Cornelius had been poisoned on Shark Island. And then I read about the medical experiments and about dr Eugen Fischer who 33 years later became the head of racial hygiene at Auschwitz, a real Nazi if ever there was one.

Gradually I learnt about the Namas as the descendants of the Khoi-Khoin, the First People of the sub-continent, of the different tribes, of their food, their customs, their houses (reed mat houses), their language and their clothes. I came to respect them as real people, not the untermensch of the Nazis, as the true owners of the land, as very clever people, as religious people, as my fellow men, embodied by that one gesture of Cornelius Fredericks in the Namib Desert when he took the hand of a white, German woman and saved her life and that of her family.

As I performed the laborious task of writing the book it changed me. Over the course of 11 years the book has changed me to the point where I have become an ardent supporter of the Nama people of South Africa, Namibia and lately Botswana. I have attended their festivals and I am now championing the search for the Lost Battlefield in the Kalahari where a small band of Namas made the last stand of the Great Nama war against the Germans on 16 March 1908. I hope that once the battlefield is found it will bring tourists, museums, exhibitions, a proper monument and accommodation in Nama style villages to the area, but more importantly, development, dignity and pride to the people, the Namas.

People talk glibly about social justice and about restitution and reparation, but very little is ever accomplished. The Namas and Hereros are claiming billions of dollars from Germany for reparation, but the Namibian government wants the money, so nothing is happening. It is an almost hopeless situation, but I care too much to give up.

At the outset I wanted to tell a story with no real social meaning. I had no real moral compulsion or obligation to the Namas in particular. In the end the story overwhelmed me to the point that it brought new meaning to my life on the social level. I have assumed responsibilities way beyond my means because of what I learnt through this process. Do I do it out of social responsibility? Am I under some kind of obligation to these people? I don’t think so. I do it because the book has changed me. I do it out of love.

“The Scourge of the Kaiserbird,” originally published in Afrikaans as “Die Keiservoël Oor Namaland,” is available from in paperback as well as Kindle format, from all leading bookstores in Namibia, through Namibian Book Market, and in South Africa from Upper Case, formerly Graffiti, in Menlyn Maine. Copies can also be ordered from

Day 12: The Scourge of the Kaiserbird

I continue with my blog about my newly released book, The Scourge of the Kaiserbird. Please also read Day 1 – Day 11. Earlier  in the blog (some 91 of them, 2016&2017) were dedicated to the original Afrikaans novel, Die Keiservoël Oor Namaland.

The past few months were busy with two visits to Namibia and two to the Kalahari, all connected with the book.

I received the “Orde van die Beiteltjie” for “Die Keiservoël Oor Namaland” at the Windhoek Woordfees. This accolade is the crown on nine years of research, writing and rewriting. That is how long it took to publish the Afrikaans book. The English book only became available this year.

Oorhandiging copy
Receiving the “Orde van die Beiteltjie” from dr Fanie Marais with the organiser of the Windhoek Woordfees, dr Chrisna Beuke-Muir looking on.

The Windhoek Woordfees was attended by Queen Witbooi, widow of the late Hendrik Witbooi, vice-president of SWAPO and minister in the government. She gave a short talk and thanked the organisers for their concern about the Nama and Herero people.

Captain John Cornelius Witbooi, leader of the SA Witbooi Namas (left) and Mrs Queen Witbooi, widow of Hendrik Witbooi, vice-president of SWAPO and minister in the Namibia government also attended the ceremony of the Windhoek Woordfees where I received the “Orde van die Beiteltjie.”

Also in attendance were Salomon Boois, founder of the Nossob Development Programme and Captain John Cornelius Witbooi, leader of the South African Witbooi Namas. Both these gentlemen are involved in various development projects. Boois is especially concerned with the development of a tourist route along the tracks of the famous Simon Koper expedition of March 1908 which is featured in Chapter 37 of my book.

From left to right, dr Fanie Marais, Cordis Trust, yours truly, Salomon Boois, founder of the Nossob Development Programme and Captain John Cornelius Witbooi.

Less than two weeks ago I returned from a Botswana Nama cultural festival which took place in Lokgwabe, Botswana. Lokgwabe is the place to which Simon Koper fled in 1908 and he is buried there. I will report separately about this festival where I presented a book to the Botswana government. The visit to his grave was al almost surreal experience where I heard stories and legends which I dare not repeat for fear of causing misunderstanding, even today.

The great news is that the Amazon version, printed and Kindle, of The Scourge of the Kaiserbird is now available world wide, or will be so later this week. Because of all the illustrations and footnotes in the book editing it specifically for Kindle has not been easy. Fortunately the project was taken over by specialists, Kwarts Publishers, and they have produced a beautiful book. I never thought it would be possible to present the book in such style in the electronic format.

You are invited to visit my  Amazon Author Page at

I loaded a video of the Botswana Nama festival  and the presentation including my little speech on the Amazon page. The video is 3 minutes long.

Captain John Cornelius Witbooi addressing the crowd at the Windhoek Woordfees.
Captain John Cornelius Witbooi and Mrs Queen Witbooi.
Mrs Queen Witbooi (left) and dr Chrisna Beuke-Muir (right)