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The little hamlet, Genadendal, lays nestled at the foot of the Riviersonderend Mountains, in the Western Cape, South Africa. Genal, as the locals call it, is known as the Valley of Grace. In spite of grace, the veneer of pleasantries and the lush lowlands are tainted by secrets, carnal desires and past iniquities. These scandals and the present turmoil landscape this epic enlightenment and the synthesis for social change in this modern-day novel, Colour of Love.

Alex Denton is summoned to Genadendal. He has to deal with his personal tragedy. Here he meets Amanda Stuurman, a boisterous black beauty, who astounds him with her deep inner wisdom, her firmness and her love for him.

Encouraged by his confidant, aunty Zee, Alex embarked on his journey of new beginnings. Aunty Zee and he were brought together by the tragedy that befell him. In fact, Zee’s husband was the one who murdered his young wife. On his way to Genal, Alex experiences profound moments of illumination. At the centre of all of these is the temptress, Dr Angela Dooley.
His encounters with the different apparitions and faces will change Alex forever. More so it will guide his purpose and cement his understanding that being good does not mean that one does not do bad things.
On his second day in this new place, Alex falls in love with Amanda Stuurman. She is the Village Vixen. Yet, at 22 she is still a virgin, that is, until she meets Alex. Suddenly her latent sexual longings are set alight: a flame she yearns to quench. Her unwanted object is Adolf Basson who’s secretly been in love with Amanda since their teenage years. Adolf soon realises that Amanda is using him and in his anger, he engages in a sexual act that leads to the death of a white woman named Leah Van Der Merwe.

In the midst of all the goings-on in the Valley of Grace, Amanda hears of a secret about her own past. Her mother, Vera Stuurman, tells her that her real mother’s name is Susan, Vera’s sister. Susan (or Zee as she is known) beseeched Vera to raise Amanda. This revelation sends Amanda in search of her birth mother. When finds Zee, she discovers disturbing truths that could extinguish Alex’s burning love for her.
Amanda’s father, Bradley (or Bad Brad as he calls himself), was responsible for 13 murders in the Durban area. The last woman he raped and murdered was Helen Denton, Alex’s wife. And, yes, Zee (aunty Zee) was Brad’s husband and Alex’s confidant.

Amanda shares everything with Alex. It is all too much for him to comprehend. He forsakes God for making a mockery of his life and when tempted he repeatedly submits to Angela Dooley.

Angela Dooley is inadvertently spun into the web of the present day tumult in Genal. She is there to assist her brother Terry in his pending court case. Leah Van Der Merwe was Terry’s wife. Terry, Leah and Adolf Basson engaged in an autoerotic asphyxiation experiment that led to Leah’s accidental death. When Angela’s husband finds out about her affair with Alex, he goes crazy. Was this merely part of the Master Plan.
In the end it all pivots on perceptions of love, as all the characters embrace or denounce their different unions, love relations and partnerships.
These characters and interactions serve merely as the medley that channels a new ideology; one that not only honours women, but gives women the equality they deserve in the Valley of Grace, and beyond.

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Release dateSep 21, 2014
ISBN9781310651236
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Gavin Joachims

My name is Gavin Joachims. I am 42. In 2013 I resigned as National Director of Trust for Community Outreach and Education (TCOE) - a land sector organisation. My words were calling me and I had to make space to fill my desire to write.As a young child with curly black hair, my greatest excitement was the first time I wrote my name. In those early days, I strengthened my skill in writing, and till today have a beautiful handwriting. All I remember of then, was my play on words, and my sketches which I called, Scrapios. Two things I knew back then is that I will see my name in print, often, and that Scrapio would one day be a trademark on mine.I was born in a small town called Ravensmead, 22km north-west of Cape Town. I am the third of four children (two brothers older and a beautiful sister, younger than me). I was gifted scholastically and from a young age was earmarked to be the doctor in the family. I guess being born a non-white under our South African Apartheid regime our parents did everything to push us into careers that were perceived as bringing not only financial success, but more so freedom. So although my parents acknowledged my gift for writing and storytelling, my successes in this field were never really encouraged. When I was 10 years old I won a National Poetry Competition and by time I was 16 my first collection of poems was submitted to a local publisher. This submission was not successful. I was told that I was too young. I think my disappointment was more felt by my mother for she knew, as now, of my first love: writing.In 1989 I was accepted for a medical degree (MBChB) at University of Stellenbosch. I didn't "fit in" and the next year I enrolled for a Bachelor of Social Science at the University of Natal. I furthered my studies at the same institution with post-graduates in Sociological Theory and Research Methodology. Much later I enrolled for a Master Philosophy in Urban Infrastructure Design and Management at the University of Cape Town.During my undergrad studies, I worked fulltime as a Restaurant Manager. I excelled at what I did and in my final year undergrad I was offered the post as Franchise Manager for the restaurant group. I remained with the company for 6 years and in this time many amazing people crossed my path.As a child I had another very special gift. I was able to foresee things.There were patrons at the restaurant that recognised this. Today many of them have passed on, yet their teaching and guidance remains with me. This was a part of my awakening; my understanding of things and of my writing and storytelling.I moved on to other companies where my focus remained management and people development. Yet, my heart yearned to write.In 2000, I went on a very special journey. It was a time of change for me. I left behind all my possessions and with R50 in my pocket I went hitchhiking for 5 months through five Southern African countries. I prayed much during that time. I left Mozambique two days before the devastating floods of 2000; I slept in squatter camps in some of the most dangerous townships; I hitched, alone, on dirt roads in the Okavango Delta region...all along writing, reading and talking to God.I realised that poverty in South Africa was nothing compared to our neighbouring states. On my return to Cape Town, I founded a Street Children Project called, Swerwerskind. Through this multi-media approach I highlighted the need for alternative forms of education for street children. In this time, I trained in the film and photographic industry and I approached two photographers (one from France and one from Sweden) and a Cape Town-based German Film Producer to stage an exhibition of poetry, photography and film to make society conscious of the needs of the homeless, especially street children.This work was well received and made real impact . The project (and i) were featured in Oprah Magazine, various national and international print and broadcast media, etc.The City of Cape Town approached me in 2004 to implement a Social Development Strategy and Programme for the Cape metropole, through an institution called, Cape Town Central City Partnership (CTP). I did so successfully and in 2007 I left CTP and hosted a weekly Social Development Programme on a local radio station (Radio Goodhope FM), whilst focusing on social and community development projects at grassroots level.In 2008, I was accepted for the post as Project Manager for the United National Development Programme working with the Limpopo Provincial Government. I loved this work. I felt as if I was back again hitchhiking through Africa. When another opportunity came early 2010 to work for a national land sector (rural) organisation I accepted the post as Deputy Director and a year later I was offered (and accepted) the post as National Director for TCOE.In life, I've been fortunate to have travelled extensively. I've seen most parts of Brazil; I've been to Central America; I visited the USA thrice; I've been to Europe multiple times; I've been to north, east, west and central Africa - mostly loving meeting the people, sharing in their culture and listening; listening finely to the nuances and stories of their lives...my words.Having said all this, I hope the one thing that shines through is my humility. And this is what I pray for, humble words, stilling to the soul. My most wonderful recent gifts have been the birth of my children: Hannah (6); Annie (3) and Zach (2). Not only have they made me see life in different ways, they have also rekindled my love for words.As for my wife, Joy, she has laid waste the worst of me. For the first time in my life I not only acknowledge my faults and my weaknesses, but I am granted opportunity to work on these. Joy is my love and the deepest understanding of my soul.

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