Rooinek

I can hardly believe I’m writing these words, but after five years of stops, starts, frustration, and more cups of coffee than I care to admit, I’ve finally written my first novel.
Five years is a long time to carry an idea around in your head. Long enough for it to grow teeth, kick back, refuse to cooperate, and occasionally whisper, “You’re not really going to finish this, are you?” There were plenty of moments when I thought the same thing myself.
But somehow, bit by bit, chapter by chapter, it came together.
The novel is set in South Africa, a country that has a way of getting under your skin whether you like it or not. It tells the story of a young man named James who, through a combination of bad luck, poor decisions, and life generally kicking him in the ribs, ends up losing almost everything he has.
As tends to happen in good stories (and occasionally in real life), things get worse before they get better.
James finds himself in serious trouble and is eventually sent to a remote farm that runs a rehabilitation programme for troubled young Afrikaner men. It’s supposed to be a place where discipline, hard work, and a bit of old-fashioned toughness knock people back into shape.
There’s just one small complication.
James is a Rooinek — a descendant of English blood — which doesn’t exactly make him the most popular arrival among a group of fiercely proud Afrikaner farm boys. If anything, it paints a rather large target on his back.
From the moment he arrives, James has to fight for his place. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. He has to claw back his dignity, hold onto his sanity, and learn very quickly that survival in the harsh African bush has as much to do with the people around you as it does with the land itself.
The story is gritty in places, humorous in others, and hopefully honest throughout. It’s about friendship, loyalty, redemption, and the strange ways people can rebuild themselves when life knocks them flat.
Writing it has been, without exaggeration, a labour of love. There were evenings when the words flowed like a river, and others when I stared at the screen wondering whether gardening might be a more sensible hobby.
But here we are.
After five years of persistence, stubbornness, and a fair bit of encouragement from friends and family, the book is finally out in the world.
Seeing it published on Amazon is a slightly surreal feeling — a bit like spotting your child wandering around in public for the first time and hoping they behave themselves.
If you’re curious about the story, you can find it here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/ROOINEK-Outsiders-Brutal-Redemption-Africa-ebook/dp/B0GF4M5FW4/
Whether you read it, recommend it, or simply smile politely and wish me luck, I’m genuinely grateful.
After all, finishing a first novel is something I never quite believed I’d manage.
But sometimes persistence — and a refusal to give up on a good story — pays off in the end.