Just imagine…

I want you to imagine yourself in the African bush. A Nyala is grazing nearby, its ears pitched back, listening for danger. In the darkening sky, an Eagle soars, looking for a morsel to eat. The stars will soon open their eyes, making the darkness seems less daunting…

Your feet burn, making prints on the sand you walk on. A small foot path leads to a forgotten village. There, you must meet a Sangoma. She is the only hope you have to make it out alive…

As you near the hut where she stays, you can hear the low chants coming from within. It sounds like she is calling upon someone… or something…

Once you peak around the opening of the hut, your eyes dart to the gruesome sight that awaits you.

There, in the center of the hut, on a grass mat, lays an old woman; or what used to be a woman. He chest is ripped open and her heart is still throbbing in the hands of the creature you fear most… The Tokoloshe…

It turns its ugly head towards you and the blood drips from its fangs. It was feasting on life…

Before you can take a step back, the creature jumps up and starts crawling towards you, its eyes never looking away from you.

“I have been waiting for you…” It growls. “I have been waiting for you to get your copy of the book Tokoloshe. Have you not heard the drums?”

From another point of view

The sweet scent of flesh is undeniable. Fear makes it even sweeter. Those eyes; they speak of a disgust never to be felt again…

That’s what it feels like. You might think that it makes me want to run into the woods and hide, but it doesn’t. It only makes me want that flesh more. It makes me want to walk right up to whoever dared to cross me, stare into their face and make sure that my fangs will be the last thing they ever see.

They don’t call me the Tokoloshe for nothing. I am what little children fear when they walk past the lake. I am why their beds are mounted on bricks. They think they can escape my wrath that way, but they are wrong. I am much more than their minds can fathom. I use dark magic and utter fear to get what I want. And I will not stop until all the ancestors’ wishes are fulfilled!

Do not try to run from me or call a Sangoma to try to banish me. Do not close your eyes and pretend not to see me. No matter what you do or what you say, I will be there; watching you; waiting for you behind the dumdum dumdum of the African drums…

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More than just a story

Tokoloshe is more than just a story filling blank pages. Its a legend; a look through the eyes of those tortured and humiliated by the African creature, the Tokoloshe.

The story speaks to those who have lost a loved one and seeks answers; answers to questions they fear to ask or to know the answers to.

When losing someone you love, you tend to turn to the impractical, even seeking help from Witch doctors and Sangoma’s to soothe the ache in your heart.

Tokoloshe tells the story of just that, a lonely soul seeking closure to an accident that destiny foretold. Along the way, the Tokoloshe intervenes, wanting its secrets to stay hidden beneath the African mountains. However, it doesn’t…

A legend carried through the ages breaks free of the chains holding it captive. It soars into the air and breaks loose on those who have dared to awaken this beast. It slashes through flesh with its angry fists and brings sorrow to those who question its motives. It will not rest until all who have wronged it has been eliminated.

Those who are targeted cannot hide; cannot run from this beast. All they can do is wait for the drums… They know; when you hear the drums, its already too late…

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Mythical Creatures Of Africa

In a world where the imagination rules, it is quite tempting to blame irregular findings on mythical creatures. Especially if these findings become unexplainable…

One of these mythical creatures include the Kaang. Kaang was said to have created the earth. As he lived in the sky, the people became more disobedient and he sent destruction and death to the land. It is said that his spirit lives in all living things on earth. His wife gave birth to an Eland and this Eland was killed. Kaang became furious and demanded that the blood of the Eland be boiled. He then scattered the boiled blood over the landscape and formed more animals, creating a way for people to have meat to eat.

Another mythical creature of Africa is the Biloko. The Biloko are diabolical dwarf-like creatures that live deep in the forests. They are said to be the spirit ancestors that are jealous of the living. Woman lose conciousness when encountering one of these creatures and hunters do not like to enter forests where these creatures wander. The Biloko has a hideous appearance, including sharp claws and teeth. It is also believed that these creatures can swallow a human whole…

Sounds a lot like the Tokoloshe…

Tokoloshe, my latest book will be released in December and promises to have you sitting on the edge of your seat until the very last page is turned… and if you hear the drums, you better run…

Grab your copy of Tokoloshe now before it’s too late…

A book named Tokoloshe by Johan Botha

I wrote Tokoloshe in the memory of my late daughter. The pain may never go away, but time will heal my broken heart.

Tokoloshe has been in my head for many years and I can finally now say that Tokoloshe will be released on the 25^th of December…

But you need not wait that long! Pre order your copy of Tokololshe now via Amazon and have it delivered to your reading device on Christmas day! What a fantastic present!

Here is what you can expect…

“Nkosi Umthakati” King of the Witchdoctors, she called him. She chanted his name as she walked away from the ruins of the old Sangoma and toward the place that would become the realm of the new King.

Gugu walked on, as if in a trance, without stopping to drink a drop of water from a stream or to gather food to eat, ignoring hunger pains gnawing at her insides. She did not think of her tired body or anything else around her, but kept on moving, guided by some unseen power that guarded her from the dangers of the African wilderness. Sometimes her mind would wander; she’d remember the sounds of the chains on her ankles, the crying and the smells…the retching horror. It made her more determined to bring Nkosi Umthakati to his destination. It made her more determined to see this thing through. It was too late to turn back now; she was already in the grip of a trance? Something was protecting her, she knew it instinctively.

No animal tried to come near her and nothing crossed her path as she walked towards her destiny. Was I born for this? Gugu wondered while in her hands she carried the Nkosi Umthakati, the new-born King of Witchdoctors, to the hiding place where he would grow up and rule as the prophecy had foreseen…

Tokoloshe – When you hear the drums, its already too late…

Tokoloshe is a tale of an African legend, a legend that will make you read until the very last page… Have a look at what you can expect…

The Year is 1544

Time didn’t matter in Africa. The continent was driven not by schedules and conformity; here they bask in the tropical darkness. They follow natural laws, seasons and honour mysterious things. Here was the birthplace of the world itself. This was the inspiration for lore and song. Here are the victims of tragedy.

The sun warmed the leafy growth and the swell of the crickets chirping grew as the heat of the day came on. Somewhere on the East Coast a huge galleon was almost hidden by the tropical growth around the natural harbour. It was nearly invisible until you were almost right next to it. A ghost of a ship.

There were no sails flapping in the wind and the anchor chain was stretched as it kept the ship in place. Furious currents pulled it to and fro. The deck was busy with important work.

The Sea Queen was a beautiful ship and her finish was of such quality that those who saw her thought she must belong to a royal family. In reality it belonged to a flesh trader.

A scream filled the air and huge flocks of birds took to the sky. More rose as a crack, like a pistol shot, followed the scream.

On the deck a sturdy, half-naked sailor stood with a smile on his face.

In his hand was a bullwhip of about 6-ft long. He moved his muscular arm backwards and the whip followed him like a black and wicked snake. The point of the whip had a piece of rough lead tied to it. He called it “The Yes Sir,” because after just one strike his slave usually says, “Yes Sir” to anything else he is told. He smiled when he thought of it, he told that story many times in the pub back “in the world.” It was always good for a free pint.

Now, it slithered on the deck leaving a trail of blood as he pulled it back towards him. He eyed the other sailors on deck, as he got ready for the next strike. He lifted his wrist, pulling the tired and heavy leather back again.

He watched the captive, waiting for the right moment to snap the bullwhip at him like a Cobra. He especially loved that part. The anticipation. He knew how to drag the lead across the deck just so, he knew how to make sure the whip hit the rough edges of the last strike; he was a master at his art. To say he enjoyed his work was an understatement.

A huge black man was tied to the main mast and as the scraping on the deck stopped he tensed his body knowing instinctively that the next pain was on its way.

With a whistle the whip seemed to have a life of its own as it streaked forward. It cracked again just before it touched the captive’s back and he was screaming in pain before the sound of the crack reached anyone on the deck.

Blood spurted from the wound as the flesh on his back was cut open. It spattered amongst the sailors. One of them caught a drop on his lips as he laughed at the man’s suffering.

His cruel eyes light up as he licked of his lips and a hideous smile formed on his ugly face. His stomach growled. It was getting late. He wondered if the cook had finished preparing the stew for lunch.

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“Iqiniso!!”

The scream came from below the deck. It was a young maiden struggling anxiously in her bonds where she was tied to the lower deck. She, too, was covered in blood where the shackles had cut into her ankles.

“Iqiniso!!” she screamed out his name again, as if her voice would give him strength.

She had small feet and the shackle that held her was made for bigger and stronger legs. Now slick with blood, she realized she might be able to slip out. She looked around, she saw that some of the other women here were also in loose shackles, but they were all so weak and scared that they didn’t dare to try to break free.

She began to struggle against her bonds, cutting into her ankles more deeply as she wrestled with the heavy irons. Hearing the screams and laughter overhead made her stomach churn and her determination to save her love even stronger.

She was “Nomagugu” and she was going to be with her Prince.

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