Rehoboth Baster Community
In Memory of Sam Khubis
Published by May 14, 2004
As I pulled off the gravel road some 80km west of Rehoboth town onto a farm road cruising at 20kilometres per hour from the left, I neared the place where hundreds of Baster folk gather each year around May 7 to comme-morate Sam Khubis Day.
Descendants of the Baster community go there not only to remember the day when their ancestors lost their lives but also to enjoy the day through worship and singing songs to the Almighty God.
On this day back in time 89 years ago nine brave Baster men lost their lives and 29 were seriously injured when German soldiers attacked their camp.
Although the Basters fought back they ran out of ammunition against the might of the German invaders. The only weapon against the heavy machinery of the enemy was their God.
The forefathers fell on their knees and paralysed with fear they prayed for a miracle. Their prayers were answered and the Germans retreated.
When the guns fell silent there was alarm. The dead and wounded were attended to. It was reported that two wagons with dead German soldiers was seen being pulled away.
Since that year and each year thereafter the remem-brance of Sam Khubis has attracted the Baster faithful in recalling the day the entire Baster clan was about to be exterminated. The vow on that fateful day was that on one Sunday each year all Baster folk would gather at Sam Khubis to praise the Lord God and never to forget how they were delivered from certain extinction.
Earlier as I entered the place I parked close to the gate so that I could have a better picture. Fires were burning and mothers were preparing delicacies like roosterbrood and braaivleis. Some were attending to their evening meal in three-legged pots. The aroma of roast meat filled the air as the sound of laughter echoed between the hills with children playing in the valley.
As darkness fell the cracking voice of the announcer over the microphone invited everyone to stand closer because the service was to start. Dust sprang up in the shadows of the night and among the silhouettes in the soft light of lampposts around the huge tent as mother, father and children from every corner with a quick walk took up their seats. Then the prayers started. This was my experience at Sam Khubis.