East Wind A True Story
This is the amazing true story of the ten years that the authors spent in the country of South-West Africa, now known as Namibia. During the last three years of their stay, Jacquie Richards co-owned a restaurant and boarding house in the sea-side resort town of Swakopmund. This book follows the owners and boarders of J.J.'s through heartfelt trials and tribulations with memories of unique people and captivating experiences. A compelling page-turner that is well worth the read!
wanted because she usually had little education, limited resources, a family that would or could not take her back, and no chance to get a job that would support a family. If she were to leave her husband, she would have to leave the children because she had no way to support them. The abuse I witnessed in Namibia was way beyond my expectations. I knew I was going to a country that practiced apartheid, and that I would see injustice towards a big section of the population, so I had somewhat
street where we danced to the music of that song, and then the next song, and on up the block with the third song, dancing until we could no longer hear it well enough to keep time. Then Andre held me closer and hummed in my ear as we danced the last block to the bar. We entered the bar laughing and holding hands. That seemed to be a signal to everyone that we were an item, and so we became. Andre took an interest in Lessil and started his interest in martial arts. Andre had much experience in
could see the outline of Duncan’s tall frame. Lessil was much shorter and his dark sweat-shirt kept me from seeing him as clearly. Traykie jumped around them, a dark shadow in perpetual motion, in and out of the waves and up and down the beach. It was hard to imagine that a scene so tranquil and lovely could be two blocks from the place where someone was stealing from us. We slipped back in my room as quietly as possible. Lessil was to sleep in my room the rest of the night, to keep Traykie
something very few white people have ever witnessed. We climbed the Brandberg Mountains, and viewed the famous ancient (Bushman) “White Lady” painting. Springbuck, kudu, eland, ostrich, hyena, and gemsbuck were plentiful. Cheetah, dik-dik, jackals, leopards, lions, giraffe, hippos, cobras, mambas, and elephants were rare treats to see. I was once charged by a rhino in the Kaokoveldt, but, I’ll leave that story for another time. It wasn’t my mother’s proudest moment, and in an autobiography, there
Instead he simply stood guard outside in the bushes, prepared to warn them of any possible danger via their handheld radios. “So what’s the plan, chief?” John was probably one of the most loyal employees. He firmly believed in the B.B.U.S.A. and was sincerely proud to be serving his country in such a way. He was their true computer genius, though he did not resemble the typical computer geek. Bob looked at John and nodded. “Just like I said, search and destroy! Inconspicuously! He will simply