Mary Douglas Leakey was a British paleoanthropologist who, among many other spectacular contributions, discovered the first fossilised Proconsul skull, an extinct ape which is now believed to be ancestral to humans. For most of her life, she worked along her husband, Louis Leakey, at Olduvai Gorge, an important paleoanthropological locality in East Africa. She was remarkable in many ways, and her legacy will inspire generations of paleoanthropologist to come. Her life, now beautifully reimagined in Penny Haw‘s latest biographical novel, Follow Me to Africa (Sourcebooks), will inspire women, especially scientists and self-taught geniuses, to follow in her determined footsteps on whichever career path they have chosen for themselves.
It is no secret that I have been a huge fan of Penny Haw’s writing for many years, and every new novel is a joy for me as a reader. What I have enjoyed most over the years, apart from the great women’s stories Penny captures between the pages of her books, is her unfolding as a writer, who – like her protagonists – is not afraid to dream big dreams and is always searching for new ways to excel at her craft. And she succeeds – she herself is a true inspiration for all of us.
Follow Me to Africa takes place across two continents and two points in time. We learn of the young Mary’s journey to becoming a world-famous paleoanthropologist, and the trials and tribulations of her love for Louis Leakey. At the same time, when she is wrapping up her successful career in the field, we witness Mary’s encounter with a young woman who reminds her very much of her younger self. And the two of them meet an extraordinary animal who changes the way they think about each other and the world around them.
Follow Me to Africa will officially reach our bookshops only in February 2025, and I cannot wait for other readers to enjoy this special novel. For more news about the publication, you can follow Penny here: pennyhaw.com
It’s 1983 and seventeen-year-old Grace Clark has just lost her mother when she begrudgingly accompanies her estranged father to an archeological dig at Olduvai Gorge on the Serengeti plains of Tanzania. Here, seventy-year-old Mary Leakey enlists Grace to sort and pack her fifty years of work and memories.
Their interaction reminds Mary how she pursued her ambitions of becoming an archeologist in the 1930s by sneaking into lectures and working on excavations. When well-known paleoanthropologist Louis Leakey commissions her to illustrate a book, she’s not at all expecting to fall in love with the older married man. Mary then follows Louis to East Africa, where she falls in love for a second time, this time with the Olduvai Gorge, where her work defines her as a great scientist and allows her to step out of Louis’s shadow.
In time, Mary and Grace learn they are more alike than they thought, which eventually leads them to the secret that connects them. They also discover a mutual deep love for animals, and when Lisa, an injured cheetah, appears at camp, Mary and Grace work together to save her. On the morning Grace is due to leave, the girl—and the cheetah—are nowhere to be found, and it becomes a race against time to rescue Grace before the African bush claims her.
From the acclaimed author of The Invincible Miss Cust and The Woman at Wheel comes an adventurous, dual timeline tale that explores the consequences of our choices, wisdom that comes with retrospection, and relationships that make us who we are, based on the extraordinary real life of Mary Leakey.
True greatness has the ability to inspire beyond its discipline. That is one of the reasons I have always loved watching sports. I grew up in a family where everything centered around cycling. When I cycled myself, between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, the most important lessons I learnt was how to push my physical and mental boundaries, and how to lose. During the five seasons I raced, I participated in two events almost every weekend (in those times not enough girls cycled, so the handful of us usually ended up in the boys’ categories – our races were anything between 30 to 100 km). I trained regularly, in all conditions. No weather was hot, cold or wet enough for me not to go out on my bike, whether alone or with the team. But I was not particularly good at cycling. I was nearly always among the last ten to finish a race, yet I finished every single one of those I entered in the five years. I remember that achievement as my greatest victory. I stopped cycling when I went to university. No regrets, just amazing memories – of perseverance and endurance. And being part of a team.
I continued watching sports, live and on TV. When I came to live in South Africa, I was immediately introduced to rugby. Initially, it did not feel like a sport I wanted to understand, but then I saw its poetry and fell in love. I can’t say I am a superfan, but give me biltong, a brandy with coke, and put me in front of a TV on a Saturday afternoon for a good game of rugby, and I will be a happy woman, win or lose.
Over the years, I have watched some incredible games, and witnessed rugby history unfolding. I also read the books, and always came away inspired.
When one of Nancy Richards’s sons, Tom Dawson-Squibb, contacted me to talk about a rugby book project he was considering, I was immediately intrigued. We met online earlier this year, had a chat about what he wanted to do and where he and his co-author – Nic Rosslee – were at, I read the first few chapters, and told him that they were on the right track – they had a great story and they knew how to tell it well. It was no surprise that a few months later, they contacted me to say: the book was at the printers and they would send a copy soon to say thank you for the conversations we had about the early stages of the project. I immediately pre-ordered a copy of the book for my love, too.
At the heart of Humanball lies the story of a team that is more than just the sum of its parts. It’s a story about getting the very best out of those around you. It’s a story about defying expectations—both those imposed by others and the ones we set for ourselves.
Performance coach Tom Dawson-Squibb tells the entertaining and inspiring story of his five years as the head coach of the University of Cape Town’s Ikey Tigers rugby team. Tom reveals how the most potent teams connect and inspire individuals to give effort far beyond what’s expected–and even what we believe to be possible at the time. He shows us how to find joy, meaning, and connection in our work and how to see much of what we call “work” as a serious form of play.
The books arrived on Friday – Humanball: A leadership journey in South African rugby. I finished reading my copy this morning. I could not put it down. It is a story to inspire beyond its own discipline. While reading, I was constantly reminded what made our team – the one called Karavan Press – special, and what I could still learn from Tom and his amazing experience with the Ikey Tigers rugby team. I feel empowered to continue building and strengthening the Karavan Press team, and inspired to continue dreaming our dreams. Like John Dobson, who wrote the foreword to the book, “I found myself reading and rereading segments and taking notes for instant application at the Stormers”. I will leave the Stormers in John Dobson’s capable hands, though, and apply what I have learnt to being a publisher.
The currency of sport is trophies, and in that currency as a head coach, I am poor. But the real currency of life is found in your connections, and in that currency, I feel rich for my experience at UCT.
… I always say that the key is to surround yourself with people who are better than you. In many ways, your success is defined by the company you keep.
It’s about choosing not to play small.
… energy could be transferred through your words and your actions.
… I had an insatiable thirst for meaning and significance. I wanted to find purpose in what I did and feel a sense of significance and accomplishment.
If you make it [experience] bigger that it ordinarily would be, the players will feel special. If you make players feel special, they will behave in a way that is special. They will bring energy and performance.
… but I definitely gave a shit. I’ll never forget the importance of that.
The role of a performance coach is to help the players prepare mentally for their roles, advise and assist the coaching staff and facilitate leadership growth within the team’s structures.
To join a community where you don’t have to prove yourself as you walk through the door is a liberating thing.
… success isn’t just about personal achievements but about lifting others up along the way and making them feel great.
Every time the team stepped onto the field, the goal wasn’t just to win – it was to bring joy to the city. It reminded us that rugby was bigger than just the team; it was about the fans, the community, and the happiness we could spread.
The essence of sport is that you need to do the boring things well and often.
… we are more capable than we realise. You just need to keep being relentless in your pursuits.
And who doesn’t love a good story?
… consistently finding ways to inject joy into our environment was essential.
… it’s incredible how the losses along the way are crucial in your ability to grow as a team.
The primary focus should be on what we need from each other on and off the field to contribute to the collective effort.
I realised that collaboration isn’t just nice to have; it’s essential for navigating the inherent chaos of rugby.
If you’re feeling nervous or uncertain, judging yourself harshly only amplifies those feelings. But if you’re curious about why you feel that way, you open the door to understanding and growth.
… the best are always curious, always seeking to know more.
The same principles apply if you’re facing a personal challenge or struggling on the field. Acknowledge the issue, accept the reality, and then act decisively.
One person speaking from the heart can change the temperature of any room.
Confrontations can be awkward and unpleasant, but they are necessary. Importantly, there needs to be a strong relationship in place and the environment primed for them to have an effect. And they certainly need to come at the right time.
I’ve come to realise that the ability to get people to tell the truth to each other is crucial. When someone speaks from the heart, it can create massive shifts. But there needs to be a relationship at the foundation. Without the relationship, there ia a risk of the intended audience going into defence mode. If there’s trust and you value that person’s viewpoint, honest conversations make a real difference.
If your ‘honest feedback’ comes across as an assault on the individual’s character, you’re unlikely to get the desired effect and may find yourself short of friends. To inspire growth, you must reinforce the idea that improvement is always possible.
Being part of an environment where people contributed far more effort than was ever expected of them is something that I will forever be grateful for.
Part of what motivated me to write this book was that you can do deeply purposeful work away from the places that reward you with money or status.
Maybe the ‘how’ of making an impact isn’t so complicated. It’s about showing up with genuine passion and commitment, and as I’ve said before, giving a shit.
The Life Righting Collective is running a series of workshops to raise funds and to offer writers new platforms to thrive. Please join me for the first workshop in the series:
… discussing the daunting journey from manuscript to self-published book that will look and feel like a professionally published title.
“The Writer’s Way is a brand new writing series of exciting workshops and talks designed to offer aspiring and experienced writers from diverse backgrounds the opportunity to enhance their skills. The online and in-person workshops will feature diverse guest facilitators—accomplished writers and industry professionals—covering fiction, non-fiction, poetry, screenwriting, editing and more.”
“Words don’t help with grief, but presence does,” said Alex Latimer, author of the short story “Death and rooibos”, included in his collection Love stories for ghosts. In the story, Death takes a young boy’s mother away and remains behind in the child’s life well into his adulthood – a strange, friendly, comforting presence having a cup of rooibos whenever he visits. Alex was one of the well over 100 authors speaking at this year’s Open Book Festival, which took place last weekend between 6 and 8 September at the Homecoming Centre in Cape Town. The session he was part of, “Love and other toxins”, also featured Shubnum Khan and Sven Axelrad, and was expertly chaired by Dela Gwala. I have loved all three of these authors for a long time, but collectively they stole my heart during that afternoon …
I recently had the great pleasure of spending another weekend at Oudrif. We went to see the flowers, but ever since I first heard that locals had seen aardvarks in the area, I have been dreaming of a sighting myself … And every time on the way there, I would say, “This time!” But for seven years, the aardvarks had ignored my wishes. Until now! Once again, I said, “THIS time.” And just before arriving at Oudrif, right in front of us, like a mythical creature imagining itself into being, there she (or he) was: an aardvark! Pure wonder!
Needless to say, I am in love!
As I am in love with this little one, who is the latest CLAWS (Clanwilliam Animal Welfare Society) rescue puppy staying at Oudrif before finding his forever home:
Every year, CLAWS fundraises through a Lucky Draw Raffle. This year, you can win a Karavan Press book hamper – among many other fantastic prizes – and support CLAWS.
CLANWILLIAM ANIMAL WELFARE NPO 262-101
Entries close on 26 October 2024
Draw will be on 28 October 2024
Prize not redeemable for cash
Winners will be announced on social media and contacted directly
I have the huge honour of interviewing the following authors at upcoming literary festivals.
First up: Prince Albert Leesfees is taking place between 30 August and 1 September, and I will be interviewing Andrew Brown about his The Bitterness of Olives on Saturday, 31 August, at 10:15 a.m. I am not only looking forward to this conversation, but to returning to Prince Albert and the local Leesfees. More great memories will be made for sure.
And then it’s Open Book time! Taking place between 6 and 8 September, the Open Book Festival is a highlight of every literary calendar. Karavan Press authors will be busy at the festival this year, and I can’t wait to listen to them all. I will be interviewing an author that I assist in distributing in South Africa, an Island Prize runner-up in the first year of the prize’s existence, Hamza Koudri. He will be on a panel with Damilare Kuku and Zibu Sithole and I have the privilege of chairing the session about WRITING SISTERS on Friday, 6 September, at 12 p.m. I interviewed Zibu at the festival last year and absolutely loved reading I Do … Don’t I?, the sequel to The Thing With Zola. And I can’t wait to meet Hamza and Damilare and to talk to them about their fascinating novels in the context of this topic that is very close to my heart (I only have one sibling, a brother, but he is the best sibling in the world, and I can’t imagine my life without him).
842 days since I wrote the last Operation Oysterhood post. More than four and a half years since the beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic. Unlike millions around the world, I have been exceptionally lucky: despite enormous fear, repeated exposure, numerous scares, I have never tested positive for Covid-19. Until today.
I survived the pandemic, the lockdown, managed to save Karavan Press and navigated other major crises. Towards the end of last year, I was tired, but optimistic and full of ideas.
But, 2024 has been an extremely difficult year in all kinds of ways: I lost two of my Furry Family members – beloved Glinka and Mozart – under horrific circumstances right in the beginning of the year. The third, gorgeous Salieri, at seventeen, had to have a serious operation. Grief-stricken, I fell ill and my mind refused to function for quite a while. The accumulated work-related backlog eventually required twelve- to sixteen-hour work days to catch up and meet impossible deadlines. In the middle of this, just about everything was breaking down: Topolino, a water pipe, the garage, the gate, the fridge, the washing machine, etc. I felt like a disaster magnet.
On the literary front, success hit – unexpectedly and in full force – and brought another set of challenges with it that continue to require careful steering, especially on the cashflow front. It is amazing to have such troubles, and I am thrilled that Karavan Press books are selling well, winning prizes and have to be continuously reprinted, but it has not been easy to manage the demand. Karavan Press still operates with very limited resources.
Yet, all the books were published on time for all the festivals and launches, and in the end, I managed to catch up with most of the work, stabalise the financial crisis and adjust the schedule to deal with the rest of the year. People have been patient and kind. I felt ready for the second half of the year.
The recent storms managed to unsettle it all again. After a weekend away in the beginning of July, I arrived home to three serious roof leaks, a partly collapsed ceiling in my study and other water damage (including wet books and papers). Professional attempts to repair the damage during breaks in the relentless weather failed dismally. I was assured that the provisional fix would keep me safe and dry through the rest of the winter. Only a few days later (last week Thursday), I woke up to an actual waterfall in my study – in the exactly same spot that had been professionally ‘repaired’. I reported it immediately, but to no reaction. So, knowing how busy everyone in the roof-repair business had been and how tough it was to get anyone to assist right now, I simply took a big plastic cover and secured it on top of my roof myself (I looked like a real drenched szczurek after that excursion). Since then, it has kept the spot dry throughout all the rains. I meant to find someone else to help me to fix it all properly, but it is nearly impossible to function when your home is dripping and collapsing on your head. The waterfall broke my spirits, and the next day in the afternoon, I also started feeling under the weather (!).
I was sure that the flu got me – all the symptoms pointed that way – and have been in bed since Saturday morning, gradually recovering. Yesterday, I finally felt that there was hope. The only people who visited me were my love (bringing groceries, flowers and eye smiles – we were both wise enough to wear masks, keep our distance and limit the visits to a few minutes) and a friend, who also brought soup and eye smiles and stayed only a short while. But she also brought Covid-19 antigen tests – just in case, she said.
I spoke to my doctor this afternoon – there is no doubt: I have been suffering through the latest manifestation of Covid-19. Two positive antigen tests confirm the diagnosis. Luckily, I have been isolating so far anyway and should be safe to leave the house without posing a danger to others on Friday latest – if I am symptom-free, but I am already definitely heading that way. Intuitively, I knew I had to take care of myself, rest, get well, and I cancelled all my work and social appointments for this entire time – I did not think that I had Covid-19, but the pandemic taught me how to protect myself and others as much as it is possible when it comes to all such viruses. And I am glad that I listened to my intuition, and my body. As my Italian friend used to say: your body never lies. My body has been saying: it’s all too much, I am not coping, please rest.
I am listening.
I am casting spells for a calm rest of this rough year.
And I am hoping for more patience and kindness. I feel quite vulnerable right now. I have been fearing this diagnosis for four and a half years. It has arrived and I am not taking it for granted.