Die sonde soek my op hoe ek ookal beur en veg… Dit wil maar net nie stop! Al probeer ek, kruip krimpend weg.. Soos ‘n skilpad skuil in sy harde dop het ek my ook doelbewus onttrek van alle...
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Month: September 2013
My lewe is nou ‘n lang grys gang vol skadu’s met blertse hier en daar.. Soms oorweldig die gevoel my, ‘n dringende drang om blindelings te vlug, maar hoe en na waar? Daar is, ek wis ...
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I was not going to contact you again for I know I will never have you substantial by my side, always to remain… Not be a furtive fantasy I cannot persue.. There is, a shadow, someone you love, s...
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My first memory of Indians [From India] , is when I was only six years old . There was a pretty street on the edge of the main business centre, CBD, behind the town hall, a beautiful, white building p...
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And so we survived the winter once more.. Spring is showing her erratic face again as she appears sunny,smiling just to hide, or is overwhelmed by winter’s wind: warning refrain.. Weary we wait ...
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I stared at the woman in front of me in utter amazement. Her name was Sarah , but she was black, Like so many of the non-whites born in SA before ’94, she was given a “white” name as...
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