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Bibliophile Bibliophile is a small family bookstore in the beautiful village of Clarens We also stock maps, travel guides of the area and souvenir books on Southern Africa.
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We offer an excellent and ever-changing selection of new, used and unusual books in a wide range of categories, many at exceptionally low prices. Our music section features a superb selection of jazz, classical and world music on CD and Vinyl. Our Artists’ Corner stocks easels, canvases, paints, sketchpads and a range of other art supplies and materials for visitors who are inspired by the breath

taking scenic beauty that surrounds us. A variety of games, puzzles and activities for all ages completes our repertoire.

30/03/2026

Tickets for Dylan Thomas' Under Milk Wood in Clarens from Tixsa. Performed by Kim Cloete, Tobie Cronje, Ruda Landman, Andre Odendaal, Fiona Ramsay, and Murray Todd. Six of South Africa’s most beloved performers team up to bring to life Dylan Thomas’ enchanting tale of a night and a day in the

If you loved Clare's previous novels An Unquiet Place and Titanium Beneath, you're in for a treat this weekend.
25/03/2026

If you loved Clare's previous novels An Unquiet Place and Titanium Beneath, you're in for a treat this weekend.

17/03/2026

In dié toneelstuk, wat op die gelyknamige outobiografie van die skrywer Dana Snyman gegrond is, vertolk die akteur Wilhelm van der Walt ‘n hoofstuk in Dana se lewensverhaal waaroor hy lank nie gepraat het nie: sy ervaring tydens 1980’s. Dit is die tyd van PW Botha se vinger, die Voëlvry-toer, AWB-saamtrekke, onderhandelinge en die laaste dae van militêre diensplig. Dana word oneervol uit die weermag ontslaan, maar eers word hy in “Saal 24” opgeneem.

Die eenmanstuk is ‘n intieme blik op Dana se lewe tydens die doodsnikke van ‘n politieke stelsel, oor manlikheid en oor eer, en oor die liefde wat uiteindelik alles oorwin.

Die verhoogstuk is deur Johann Smith geskryf, Nico Scheepers behartig die regie en Leftfoot Theatre Productions is die vervaardiger. SEUN ryg oor die laaste jaar toneelpryse in. Die stuk wen vyf toekennings by Momentum Aardklop en word as die wenner van die Woordtrofee vir die beste eenpersoonsvertoning by die Toyota Stellenbosch Woordfees aangewys.

Moontlik gemaak deur Innibos en Nati

Saterdag 25 April 2026
Clarens Primary School
17:30-19:00pm (90 mins)
R220 (Kaartjies by [https://tickets.tixsa.co.za/events/32919](https://tickets.tixsa.co.za/events/32919) of deur die skakel op ons profiel te koop)

Kapasiteit: 300
Ouderdomsbeperking: 10+
Verversings teen eie koste beskikbaar.

20/02/2026
17/01/2026

Tomorrow, the 17th January is the 189th anniversary of the Battle of Mosega. Fought in 1837 it was the last battle Mzilikazi and his people fought on what is now South African soil. This extract is taken from Our Story Book 4 – a four part sub-series on the life of Mzilikazi.

5 The war that shook nations

After the terrible defeat at the Battle of Vegkop, the Matabele army limped back to Mzilikazi’s royal kraal, Ngabeni, to announce their defeat to Mzilikazi. As they trekked back across the open plains of the Highveld, another group of visitors had already reached the Great Bull Elephant’s domain. A group of travellers under the command of the British captain, William Cornwallis Harris, had arrived at the gates of Ngabeni, after asking Mzilikazi for permission to trade in his land.

William Cornwallis Harris was on a two-year holiday from the Indian Army. He had travelled with another British soldier named William Richardson of the Bombay Civil Service, and his right hand man, Nasserwanjee, from India. As befitting a great Chief, Mzilikazi kept these travellers waiting for a long time before he greeted them amongst loud cheering from his subjects. He walked out in his full royal uniform: a kilt made from leopard skins, an impressive head-ring of long green feathers and a bright blue bead necklace. Harris and his fellow travellers were impressed with Mzilikazi’s presence.

Even though he looked older and more comfortable from not being active in the latest battle, he was still an imposing figure.
The travellers stayed at Ngabeni for a short time, unaware of the slow return of the Matabele army from their defeat. During that time they traded goods with Mzilikazi. The Great Bull Elephant delighted in trying on Harris’ stuffy duffel coat, and also a tartan suit his friend Mrs Moffatt had made for him. He admired himself in a mirror brought by the travellers.

Mzilikazi thought these strange clothes were very funny, and even tried
on Nasserwanjee’s silk braces, Harris’ silk waistcoat and his woollen nightcap. During their stay, Harris also visited Mzilikazi in the centre of his kraal. There he was met by none other than Truey, the Griqua girl who was captured when Mzilikazi settled in to the Marico District.

Harris and his group spent three days at Ngabeni before crossing the Marico River and continuing their journey to Tolane. Not long after they had left, they crossed paths with a smart young man who announced that he was Kulumane, the eldest son of Mzilikazi. *Kulumane was named after Robert Moffatt’s ‘Kuruman’ missionary station, and although he was Mzilikazi’s heir, we shall soon see this was not his path. After this brief meeting, Harris and his group continued along the ‘traders’ road’, a faint

* Kulumane is buried in Phokeng outside Rustenburg.

wagon track that snaked along the veld. As they moved slowly along, they came across the returning Matabele troops on their way back from Vegkop.

The meeting of the two groups was tense, as the Matabele at first wondered if Harris was part of the Boers they had left behind. Harris was also worried that the Matabele troop would attack him, but as soon as they explained they had been Chief Mzilikazi’s guests at Ngabeni, the Matabele troops let them pass. Harris and his group headed southwards, while the Matabele troops continued west to meet Mzilikazi.

While the Matabele were nearing Mzilikazi’s stronghold at Ngabeni, the Boers were left stranded after a tough battle around Vegkop. Hendrik Potgieter, the leader of the group, immediately sent his brother, Hermanus, to get help from James Archbell, who had settled at Thaba Nchu – The Mountain at Night – in the Free State. Hermanus luckily arrived at a time when many Trekkers were making their way out of the Cape Colony to escape the rule of the British, and a large group had just arrived at Thaba Nchu under the command of Gerrit Maritz from Graaf Reneit.

They agreed to assist Hermanus in the north. They were joined by Chief Moroko, the Barolong Chief who ruled the area nearby. The Boers and the Barolong were united against the Matabele chief, and they prepared to march from Thaba Nchu to defeat the Great Bull Elephant once and for all. As Gerrit Maritz and the trekkers travelled to meet Hendrik Potgieter, they were told of a large amount of land north of the Vaal River left empty after the mfecane. It could be theirs to settle on if they could defeat the Matabele who ruled it.

As soon as Maritz arrived at Vegkop he began organising an army with
Hendrik Potgieter to over throw Mzilikazi. An alliance of many communities would be a strong force against the Matabele Chief. It was formed with the Boers under the command of Maritz and Potgieter, the Barolong under Chief Moroko, as well as with help from the Griqua leader Peter Davids. He had joined the troops to try and fi nd his children, Truey and Willem. Just before their attack they were also joined by the son of Manthatisi, Chief Sekonyela, who had also suffered a loss at the hands of Mzilikazi. The march against Mzilikazi began on 2 January 1837.

The allies travelled towards the Matabele kingdom for two full weeks. They secretly set up their fi rst campsite in Bobbejaansgat near Mosega, a valley hidden by four hills. That night a small war council was formed, and early the next morning the Boers climbed up the mountain known as Anntjieskop. They then sneaked down to the Matabele stronghold of Mkwahla with the help of Matlabe of the Barolong. As first light dawned they surrounded Mkwahla, which was under the protection of the Matabele induna, Mkalipi, and waited to attack.

The Boers were surprised that the Matabele were not already awake, but as the light grew brighter a Matabele soldier came outside. Potgieter immediately fi red an elephant gun, which sounded the alarm and brought all the Matabele soldiers out, grabbing their weapons as they emerged
from their huts. Their weapons, however, were no match for the Boer’s guns and the Matabele were forced to retreat to the north, followed closely by a regiment under the command of a Boer named Steyn.

The Matabele rallied briefly in an area close to Zeerust, but were no match for the Boer guns. They retreated further to the Matabele stronghold of Tshwenyane, under the command of the induna Marapu. The Boers eventually gave up the chase and returned to Mosega for a short while.

There they were met by the American missionaries, Dr Wilson and his colleagues. Dr Wilson asked to return with the Boers to the Cape Colony, as they had endured hardships at their mission station at Mosega. They were afraid that they would suffer more in the future at the hands of Mzilikazi if they stayed in the middle of this battle. The Boers, however, remained at Mosega for a short while and collected all the stray cattle, while the Griqua leader searched – unsuccessfully – for his children.

The news of the defeat spread south quickly, soon reaching the ears of Dingane. The Zulu Chief immediately gathered his own army and prepared to attack Mzilikazi’s strongholds while they were weak. He approached the grave of Shaka’s grandfather Senzangakhona, asking the Ancestors to protect his army in battle before marching across the Pongola River towards Mzilikazi’s kraals. The Zulu army reached the Marico River, the border of Mzilikazi’s domain, after a month of travelling.
For the third time in eight years, the two mighty clans met in battle.
At first, the Matabele were no match for the Zulu isiMpangela – the Guinea Fowl Regiment. But after being driven back, the Matabele army rallied and attacked their Zulu foes, reclaiming a lot of their land. After the Zulu warriors returned to Umgungundlovu they held victory celebrations, but the Matabele also celebrated victory, which means the outcome of this battle was undecided.

The Boers, however, left Mosega and founded the town of Winburg (a town that still stands in the Free State) in memory of winning the battle against the Matabele. The Boer community had grown quite large since the time Maritz had arrived at Thaba Nchu, and soon there were many disagreements over where they should settle. Some wanted to stay where they were. Others wanted to cross over the Vaal River. Some even wanted to continue travelling east, towards Zulu territory, which would later lead to the famous Battle of Blood River.

Hendrik Potgieter left Winburg and crossed the Vaal because of these arguments. This was the start of the Boer journey into an area known as the Transvaal, which is where we find the present-day provinces of Gauteng, Limpopo, Mpumalanga and the North West. The group of three-hundred-and-sixty Voortrekkers that left Winburg were led by Potgieter, as well as a Trekker named Pieter Uys, and they returned to a deserted
Mosega. They continued further to camp on the outskirts of Zeerust before approaching Tshwenyane, the stronghold of Marapu. At the time he was away at Ngabeni as he had been summoned by Mzilikazi.

The battle at Tshwenyane was similar to the one at Mkwahla, as the Matabele soldiers were no match for the guns of the Boers. They soon retreated to the north towards Ngabeni, leaving their cattle and grain in the hands of the Boers. The Boers continued their Trek towards Mzilikazi, until they reached the military stronghold under the command of Kampu. Little did they know, but the Great Bull Elephant had positioned his troops on a hill nearby and was waiting with his chief indunas, Marapu and Kampu.

The Matabele soldiers formed the signature ‘bull and horns’, where a strong central regiment (the isifuba, or chest) was flanked by two ‘horns’ (or isimpondo) that would run and encircle the enemy, attacking them from all sides.

The Boers, however, were aware of Mzilikazi’s military tactics, and as they approached they spread out in a long line, with two groups of horsemen guarding each end of their army. This made it difficult for the Matabele to surround them. Suddenly, the Matabele swooped down and the horsemen on the outskirts of the Boer troops fired at them ruthlessly. The Matabele were prevented from encircling the Boers who then opened fire right into the central regiments of their attackers. The Boer firepower drove the Matabele backwards to the hills, with Mzilikazi and his generals retreating until they were sure they were not being followed. As they turned back,

They saw smoke rising from Kampu’s stronghold and realised that the Boers had set fire to the military kraal. The Matabele then saw the Boers emerge from a wall of smoke, heading directly for them. The ‘bull and horns’ formation failed for the second time and the continued firepower of the Boers drove the Matabele troops even further back.

Eventually, the Boers drove the Matabele as far as Ngabeni, Mzilikazi’s chief kraal. They spread out in a line, expecting the same military formation from Mzilikazi, but were surprised to see a herd of cattle protecting the Matabele warriors. Mzilikazi had chosen to adopt a different tactic, and had started a cattle stampede toward the Boers in the hope that it would disperse them.

The Boers, however, opened fire on the cattle until the herd changed direction to charge on the Matabele. As the herd dispersed, the Matabele troops were exposed, and the Boers once again opened fire on them. Once again, the Matabele men, women and children had no choice but to flee from Ngabeni, running north towards the Dwarsberg Mountains. The Boers followed closely behind them. Mzilikazi had ordered that the old men, women and children flee to the northern bushveld under the guidance of the induna Gudwane and his Amnyama-Makanda – the Black Heads – while he stayed and fought with the rest of his army.

The further north the Matabele retreated, the steeper the mountains became, until they were only accessible by foot. Eventually the Boers, who were riding on tired horses, were commanded by Potgieter to turn back to the Marico River. On the way they collected all the cattle and grain they could. As they passed by Kampu’s deserted military kraal, they were shocked to see that vultures, jackals and maggots had already reduced the fallen Matabele to skeletons. So the Boers named the area Maairskop, or ‘Maggot Hill’.

It now serves as a reminder of one of the most brutal battles in South African history. As for Mzilikazi and his nation, this marked the end of their time in the Marico District. It was, however, the start of a whole new chapter for them north of the Marico River, in Botswana and Zimbabwe.

Our Story from SA Heritage Publishers is available in our store in Clarens.We're open daily from 9.00 am.
17/01/2026

Our Story from SA Heritage Publishers is available in our store in Clarens.
We're open daily from 9.00 am.

This post serves as an introduction to the one which will follow, see above, commemorating the anniversary of the Battle of Mosega on 17 January 1838, taken from the Our Story series.

However there is one interesting, related excerpt from the Ancestral Voices which precedes the battle taken from Mokgoathleng’s Bafokeng History written in 1939:

MokgoathlengNoge crossed the Vaal river and he and his followers reached Thabantsho. When Noge was running away he met his elder brother Tautona Thothe Monageng this side of the Vaal River. Noge Killed him. After that the chief became Mokgatla of Tautona Theothe.

Chief Mokgatla went to ask for assistance of the Boers at the Vaal River. The Bafokeng and the Boers rooted out the Matebele of the chief Moselekatsi from the Bafokeng. Chief Moselekatsi fled to Bulaoane in Rhodešia.

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18/12/2025

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22/11/2025
14/11/2025

Her books were banned in two countries for exposing racism. At 87, she won the Nobel Prize stepping out of a taxi holding grocery bags. October 11, 2007. London. Reporters swarmed a quiet residential street, cameras ready, microphones extended. An elderly woman stepped out of a black taxi, holding grocery bags. She looked confused by the commotion. "You've won the Nobel Prize in Literature!" a reporter shouted. Doris Lessing, 87 years old, set down her groceries and said, almost amused: "Oh Christ... I couldn't care less. "Then, with a slight smile: "I've won all the prizes in Europe, every bloody one. "It was the most Doris Lessing moment possible—unimpressed by accolades, slightly irritated by the fuss, still more concerned with getting her groceries home than with literary glory. Because Doris Lessing never wrote for prizes. She wrote so the truth would not disappear. The Girl Who Watched a World DivideBorn in Persia (now Iran) in 1919, Doris spent her early childhood moving with her British parents before they settled in colonial Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) when she was five. They moved to a remote farm where her father, a veteran who'd lost a leg in World War I, tried to make maize farming work. It didn't. The family lived in poverty while white settlers around them prospered on stolen land. Doris watched the brutal machinery of colonialism up close. White families living in relative comfort while Black Africans worked their land for almost nothing. Racial segregation enforced by law and violence. A system built on lies that everyone pretended was natural, normal, inevitable. She left school at 14—her formal education ended, but her real education had just begun. She read voraciously: Dickens, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky. She worked as a telephone operator, a nursemaid, anything to survive. And she began to notice the silences. The things no one was allowed to say. The truths everyone agreed to ignore. Writing became her rebellion. When Truth Became DangerousIn 1950, Doris Lessing published her first novel, The Grass is Singing. It told the story of a white woman and a Black servant in colonial Rhodesia—a relationship that crossed racial boundaries and ended in tragedy. It exposed the psychological violence of racism, the way the colonial system poisoned everyone it touched. The book was immediately banned in South Africa and Rhodesia. White settlers were furious. How dare she expose the brutality they'd worked so hard to normalize? How dare she suggest that the system they benefited from was fundamentally unjust? The bans didn't stop the book. They made it more important. Readers smuggled copies across borders. Word spread. Doris Lessing had announced herself as a writer who would not be silent about injustice. Her honesty cost her friends, her country, and her peace of mind—but not her voice. In 1949, she'd already left Rhodesia for London, leaving behind her first marriage and two children (a decision that haunted her but that she felt necessary for her survival as an artist). She carried manuscripts, determination, and no illusions about how the world treated women who refused to be quiet. The Book That Changed Everything In 1962, Doris Lessing published The Golden Notebook. It wasn't just a novel. It was an earthquake. The book follows Anna Wulf, a writer struggling with writer's block, failed relationships, political disillusionment, and mental breakdown. But instead of a linear narrative, the story fractures into four colored notebooks—black for her writing, red for politics, yellow for fiction, blue for diary entries—showing a woman's consciousness fragmenting under the pressure of living honestly in a world that demands women stay tidy. It spoke about motherhood without sentimentality. About s*x without euphemism. About politics without naivety. About mental health without shame. Male critics dismissed Lessing as "angry," "difficult," "hysterical"—all the words used to silence women who refuse to be agreeable. Women everywhere recognized themselves and kept reading. The book became a feminist touchstone, though Lessing herself had complicated feelings about being labeled a "feminist writer." She didn't want to be reduced to a category. She wanted to write about everything—politics, psychology, science fiction, colonialism, communism, consciousness itself. Exiled for Speaking Truth For nearly two decades, Doris Lessing was declared a prohibited alien in both South Africa and Southern Rhodesia because she spoke openly against apartheid and colonialism. She couldn't enter the countries where she'd grown up. Couldn't visit friends. Couldn't see the landscapes that had shaped her. Governments tried to silence her by banning her physical presence. She responded by making her literary presence impossible to ignore. She wrote about the violence of colonial systems. She documented the psychological damage of racism. She exposed how power corrupts, how political movements betray their ideals, how ordinary people become complicit in extraordinary injustice. Her exile became her witness. She turned being banned into a platform, proving that you can remove a person from a place but not remove their truth from the world. Writing Everything Lessing refused to be confined to one genre or subject. Over six decades, she wrote:
Realistic novels about colonialism and racism
Psychological fiction exploring consciousness and mental breakdown
Political novels about communism's failures and idealism's costs
Science fiction (Canopus in Argos series) exploring humanity from cosmic perspectives
Memoirs that were brutally honest about her own failures and choices
She wrote over 50 books. She experimented constantly. She refused to repeat herself or give readers what they expected. Some books failed. She didn't care. She kept writing. The Truth Without Blinking What made Lessing extraordinary wasn't just her courage—it was her refusal to simplify. She wrote about communism's appeal and its horrors. She wrote about feminism's necessity and its blind spots. She wrote about colonialism's violence and the complexity of identity it created. She believed stories could change how people see power, freedom, and themselves. But she never offered easy answers. Her books were difficult, challenging, sometimes frustrating. They demanded that readers think, question, confront their own assumptions. Critics often didn't know what to do with her. She was too political for literary purists, too literary for political activists, too honest for people who wanted comfortable narratives. She didn't write to be liked. She wrote so the truth would not disappear. The Moment That Defined Her Back to that October day in 2007. The groceries. The taxi. The Nobel Prize. Reporters asked if she was surprised."I'm 87," she said with characteristic bluntness. "I'm a bit old for prizes. "But here's what mattered: The Nobel Committee awarded the prize to a woman who'd been banned, exiled, dismissed as angry and difficult—and never stopped writing. They gave it to someone who'd spent 60 years refusing to be polite when politeness meant silence about injustice. They gave it to a writer who'd chosen truth over comfort, always.The Legacy She LeftDoris Lessing died in 2013 at age 94. She wrote until the end—curious, questioning, refusing to settle into comfortable conclusions. Her books remain uncomfortable. They still challenge. They still ask difficult questions about power, race, gender, politics, and what it means to live honestly in a dishonest world. She proved that rebellion doesn't require grand gestures. Sometimes it lives quietly, inside words written in the dark. She proved that being banned by governments doesn't erase your impact—sometimes it amplifies it. She proved that women don't need to be likable to be important, don't need to be polite to be powerful. The Lesson in the Grocery Bags There's something perfect about that image: an 87-year-old woman, coming home with groceries, unbothered by literary fame. Because for Doris Lessing, writing was never about glory. It was about work. Daily, unglamorous work. Coming home, putting away groceries, sitting down, and writing the next sentence. It was about persistence—the courage to look at the world without blinking, day after day, decade after decade. Her life wasn't romantic. It was hard, complicated, sometimes painful. She made choices that hurt people. She lived with regrets. She didn't pretend to be a saint. But she never stopped telling the truth as she saw it. That's what deserves to be remembered. Not the prizes. Not the acclaim. But the decades of showing up, writing honestly, refusing silence even when silence would have been safer, easier, more comfortable. Doris Lessing asked permission from no one. She wrote what needed to be written. She spoke what needed to be said. And in doing so, she gave permission to everyone who came after her to do the same. Her story deserves to be told—not because it's inspiring in a simple way, but because it's true in a complicated one. She never asked permission to tell the truth. Neither should we.

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