ordinary people

Inside a box

Have you ever felt as though you live inside a box?

Squashed into a square tube forced to look through others tunnel vision?

Have you ever sat in conversation and spaced out only because the falseness around you is suffocating you?

Have you ever wished you could just be alone? Sitting on a deserted beach with the wind playing through your hair. No one around you just nature, the sound and smell of the sea?

Or in a forest surrounded by trees and chirping birds and other animal sounds.

Embraced by the honesty of nature.
Concrete jungle filled with your plastic people. Running to now where.
Why do I feel as though I’m the only one who see the uselessness of our days?

I look around me and all I see is people who don’t want my spirit to be free.
Who tell you what to think.
What to feel.
How to react.

You smile at people who seem to think your oblivious to what they don’t say.
You feel as though you want to call the winds name.
Call him and say
“Take me away. Don’t remind me of night and day. Take me away. Away from masks and insecurity. Away from power play. Just away.”

Just take me away. Away from politics, riots, murder, traffic, hustle of relationships that are full of lies……
Away from hate,
away from racism,
Away from this mad world spinning upside down………

Spaced out staring at people who are double faced,
These boring conversations comparing so called worldly knowledge.

Have you ever felt as though you live inside a box?

Squashed into a square tube forced to look through others tunnel vision?

Politics has become a way of life……

Mindless beings instead of individual thinkers…..

Stomping, shouting, fire starting animals.

Free thinking a thing of old.
Drifting in a sea of tiring traffic, stress, power hungry growling predators.

Seen through an imaginary looking glass.
We all live inside a box.
Not seeing all the pain,
Not seeing the starving,
Not seeing the unfairness,
Not seeing the beauty of different shades of skin color……..

Only feeling xenophobia fear…
Only seeing anger….
Only seeing who will win the race….

Not watching the boy at the back coloring the sky with music notes….
Or the girl praying for world peace….
Or the mother kneeling asking for food…..

Or the old giving to homeless youngsters…..

Do you live in a box?

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Vertrapte ou-Jan

Warm sand voel soos moeder aarde satyn as ou-Jan sy groot toon dieper in die aarde in boor. Sy oë Val waardeurend op oranje son stoet. Suggend staar hy en kyk hoe nog ñ dag groet.

♬”kalwas, kalwas bring terug wat was”
“kalwas, kalwas gee vir Jan jou oranje jas”
“kalwas,kalwas ek Sal tog nooit hier inpas”
“kalwas, kalwas bring terug wat was”♬

Ouder gewoonte neurie Jan sy deuntjie en glimlag tranerig as die son ñ laaste keer oor die horison loer.

Sy son vernielde plooie trek saam wanneer ou-Jan uittand vir ñ verbyganger glimlag.
Geen glimlag word terug gegee en hartseer weet ou-Jan dit is te veel om te verwag.

Hoes-hoes en al sukkellend begin hy aan te skuifel. Sy ou lyf al seer.

♬”you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.”♬

Sing-sing loop hy rigtingloos. Ou-Jan sing nie omdat hy happy is nie. Nee, hy sing omdat hy sy honger pyne wil stil. Hy sing omdat alles so erg pyn, omdat sy loneliness so hard skreeu.

“Nobody gives a damn Jan. Hulle wil net tjeld hê that’s all. Jy Kan dood lê hulle Sal verby jou trap” sy ma se woorde reim nou truth dink hy.

Moeg en uitasem gaan sit ou-Jan om vir ñ oomblik te rus. Die duiwe se stupid gechi-chi maak sy ore seer en hy verwilder hulle, waai sy arms wild soos ñ gesuipte besetene. Jan knyp sy oë toe en gryp sy bors vas soos een van sy Wilde hoes buie hom weer beet kry.
Met die agterkant van sy hand vee hy die sweet druppels op sy voorkop af en vee die bloed druppels op sy hand aan sy sakdoek af.

“Is Oom ok?”. Ou-Jan wip soos hy skrik en kyk op om te sien waar die fyn stemmetjie vandaan kom. Voor hom staan ñ dogtertjie met ñ bos blonde krulle, haar bruin ogies staar versorg na hom.

” Ja, Ja ek is fine” antwoord Jan Deur die gehoes.

“Hier vat ñ slukkie koeldrank Oom” uitgestrek hou sy die botteltjie cola, haar klein vingertjies klou kramptig aan n bruin beertjie vas.

Onseker vat ou-Jan die botteltjie. Die glimlag in haar ogies laat sy hart in een krimp. Hy voel hoe trane opstoot in sy keel en sluk swaar die yskoue koeldrank so saam die trane af.

” Baie dankie nooi” en die keer is dit Jan wat haar beloon met sy tandlose glimlag.
Sy gaan sit langs hom en staar ewe kordaat voor haar uit. So sit hulle in stilte. Totdat Jan weer benoud met ñ hoesbui stoei.

” Hierso vat gou weer ñ slukkie Oom” die yskoue lafenis streel sy bebloede keel en hoes-hoes bedank hy sy nuwe maaitjie.

“Oom my ma sê dat almal van ons eendag sterretjies gaan wees. Dink Oom dis waar?”

Haar bruin ogies kyk vraend na hom. Nou wat sê mens nou?
O Jirre help hierdie ou brein!

” Ja kleintjie eendag gaan almal van ons daai stairway klim. Wanneer jou sypaadjie klaar geraak het. Gaan ons daar bo rus. En blink aan die hêmel hang.”

” Oom my Pappie se sypaadjie het opgeraak. Hy hang aan die hemel en elke aand voor ek gaan slaap, blaas ek vir hom ñ soentjie.”. Haar ogies staar hartseer na Jan en hy voel daai damn trane weer opstoot.

Jan oorweeg dit vir ñ oomblik om die gesprek kort te knip maar iets keer hom. Dis daai soft spoken voice in hom wat sê hy moet sit.

Jan sit woordeloos voor hom en uitstaar en wonder waar is die kind se ma. Hoekom is sy alleen.
Hy krap lomp binne hom rond vir troos woorde.

“Hy is nou jou gardian angel. Hy pas vir jou op kleintjie. Nooit is jy alleen nie.”

“Hierdie ou lyf is done. Binnekort gaan ou-Jan ook daarbo rus.” praat Jan sonder om te dink. Hy kyk vinnig op en lees die vrae in haar kinderlike ogies.

“Oom is Oom ñ swerwer?”
“Mamma sê dat mense wat in die parkie slaap swerwers is. Dat ons nooit lelik moet wees nie want een van julle Kan dalk Jesus wees.”

ñ Glimlag ruk onwillekeurig aan sy wange en laggend verklaar hy dat hy well een is.

” Kleintjie wat was jou pappa se naam?”
“Werner sy naam was Werner Oom”
haar handjies vee n blonde krul agter haar oor.
” Ou-Jan Sal vir jou pappa hallo sê, wanneer my paadjie opraak”

Ou -Jan maak reg om op te staan. Die gesprek wil hy nou afsluit voor dit sy loneliness weer terug roep.

Skuifelend begin hy aanstap sonder om om te kyk en voel n Klein handjie vou om syne.

“Oom ek wil graag my beertjie vir Oom gee.” tranerig hou sy nog vas aan sy hand terwyl Jan prewel dat hy moet gaan.

” Oom asseblief Oom. Vat vir celia sy Sal Oom styfvashou as dit donker is. Ek het haar nie meer nodig nie. Ek het ñ gaurdian angel. Vat Oom vir celia. Dan wanneer Oom se paadjie klaar is en Oom die stairway gaan klim, Oom haar saam Kan vat. Oom Sal nooit weer alleen wees nie”

Die trane stoot nie meer op in sy keel nie maar vloei nou oor sy vuil wange en los spore. Hy vee met sy hand oor sy gesig en druk saggies haar handjie.

“Dankie kleintjie. Dankie.”

Sy draf stap Weg en ou-Jan staan gesteen en staar na sy nuwe companion.
” Celia. Wat maak ons met jou?” soos die donker toe sak en Jan hom regmaak vir ñ koue wintersnag op sy park bed, oorweldig sy gesprek met die bruin oog kleinding hom. Hy kyk op na die nag hemel en wens hy Kan so onskuldig soos ñ kind glo.

“As U daar bo my hoor, vir vertrapte ou-Jan nog ñ oor het Jirre. Wil vir niks vra nie. Ek like my park bed. Is thank full vir wat ek het. Liewe Jirre dankie wil ek net sê dat U Deur ñ bruinoog kleinding langs my kom sit het. Langs ou vuil ekke gesit en gesels het. Bless daai kleinding Jirre.
Amen”

“Stop nou jou getjank.” vies beruspe Jan homself. Deur skrefies oë lê Jan en loer vir daai een ster wat so helder hang. Nog voor slaap stil Kon kom sit, hoes Jan ñ laaste keer, lê rustig sy kop neer en blaas ………ñ laaste keer.

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“Beau Tenebres”

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Once touched,
Fingers barely brushed,
The essence
To be loved,

Reaching, un seemingly far,
Your face
Imbroided in satin lace,
Still tasting the smokiness
As we sat in the car,

Giving into trepidation,
Obscurity closing,
Arms reaching,
Barely touching,

I close my eyes,
Holding the vagueness
Of your beau face,
trembling the salty
Drops I taste,

♬unpluckable flower of the moon ♬
♬this inseparable longing ♬

Enclosed in beau tenebres,
Beau tenebres,

Your demise,
pain no longer disguised,
Enfolded in bereavement,
My border line misery,
In coldness
Thine soul lies quivering,

Blue eyes turned grey,
In soil bed you lay,

♬unpluckable flower of the moon ♬
♬this inseparable longing ♬

Enclosed in beau tenebres
♬My Beau Tenebres ♬

{beautiful darkness}
A Poem written by;
Bernadette Du Toit ©

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a new year without you.

As I enter
A new year,
I feel so bleSsed
To have known
Someone who
touched everyone,

everywhere,
Your smile,
Wise words,
Loving hugs,
Your preSsence
Filled a room,
Your joyish
Sunfilled laughter,
Soothed my heart,

Now a new year,
Is about to start,
I feel the emptiness,
A life without you,
a year without mom’s,
New year wishes,

No text to say,
“I love you”
No call to say,
“I care”
As I rumble,
Through memories,

I find the beauty,
You left,
The love you shared,
My arms are empty,
My heart is aching,

This lonely aching,
I bear,
In darkness,
Your memory,
Is my light,
Your face
Imprinted
Deep, deep,
In my soul,

forever shall
I miss you,
As you sit above,
Watching, guiding,
Every Christmas,
Every new year,
Those small gifts
You gave,
When everything else,
Was falling down,

Mother,
A queen’s crown,
A guiding angel,
Now dressed in
Golden gown,

This new
Year I enter,
Without
You.

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The truth about love

This is not a song,
Nor a poem,
Its a confession,
Confession of love,
Love thus has
Spoken me for,

Painfully my insides,
Turn, turn as
My worried
Heart,
Cries,
What if his
Love for me
Did depart,

What if
Once again,
I would be
The one
Crying,

What if he
Awoke one day,
And no longer
Had use for me,

What if
Another,
Tried to pull
Us asunder,

What if my
deeply, suffering love,
Just wasn’t
Enough,
And once again
I’m left alone,

These thoughts,
These fears,
Lie deep,
deeply hovering,
In old wounds,

Death is
Not strong enough,
To put out
This flame burning,
Burning for you
For you,
My love,

My soul,
You’ve captured,
made me a slave,
A slave to
Your love,
Your attention,
Your smile,
Your happiness,

Those that
Find true love,
They say are
The lucky ones,
In this field,
Of grey,
My soul
Lies
No luck
In craving that
Which,

you lack
To give,
Wounded love,
Lies bleeding,
As my soul
Is screaming,
Do I have
Any meaning?

My soul,
You’ve captured,
made me a slave,
A slave to
Your love,
Your attention,
Your smile,
Your happiness,

Your true
Love,
Is all this
Heart seeks,
Needs,

Wounded love,
Lies bleeding,
As my soul
Is screaming,
Do I have
Any meaning?

Do I have
Any meaning?
Does my love
Have meaning?

What if he awakes,
And his heart,
His love,
Lies twisted,

Will I have
Any meaning?

This is not a song,
Nor a poem,
Its a confession,
Confession of love,
Love thus has
Spoken me for,

I’m spoken
for,
My soul
is taken,
My very
world
Is shaking,

You are the
One
I
Love.

Xxx

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-read the pic- it says it all-

Why do some people think they have a right to make assumptions of your life? To judge, comment, gossip, spread rumors?

Because some of them probably are sorry for taking you for granted when they had a chance to be in your life. Because their lives don’t shout total freedom. Because their lives are empty. Or simply because when they talk about you the spotlight is taken off them for a while.

Maybe you where a doormat for so long they got use to stepping on you.
Once you stood up and fought your worth they saw your beauty and your glow and they missed their cute little doormat.

Today’s thought is simple……

Life’s circle is fair.
what is given to you will be fair.
Sometimes its not fair…….

But what you make out of it, is what counts…

Some of us are fighters, strong woman, vigilant in fighting for what we want.

Even when others prejudice remarks is meant to break you down,
You still manage to smile, rise and stand tall.

So today celebrate being a woman.
Celebrate being able to rise out of the ashes.
Celebrate being able to wear heels.
Celebrate being able to show what your made of.

Rise, shine, smile ……
Love even if you have been hurt.
Enjoy each day…

As it is given as a gift.

Don’t listen to judgmental remarks of those who’d love to see you fail.

Xxxx

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Die Slaap van Geliefdes

Tussen dieptes van ons omhelsing
Dryf my gedagtes,
Geluidloos dobber my wonder beelde
Soos ñ skuit op ñ
Slapende meer,

My vingerpunte volg
Liefdevol elke buitelyn
Van jou gespierde lyf,

Hoe wonderlik Anders is ons
Gemaak,
Elke organisme stewig aanmekaar verbind,

Deur God’s hand,
Is liggaamlike krag bymekaar gebring,

Teer het God
ñ sagte roosblaar
Met grasie en
Beeldskone sagtheid
Vir ñ man gemaak,

As ons liefde moes ontleed,
Soos wetenskaplikes van fotosintese weet,
Wat sou ons vind?

Hoe is twee mense se siele,
So onbeskryfbaar verbind,

Asof ons geskep is met ñ organisme
Wat van kindsbeen af
Alles binnekant laat hardloop,
En groei totdat ons
Volwasse is en liefde vind……..

Dan verander alles in en om jou,
Daai organisme word twee en maak helfte tuis in jou
Huweliksmaat,

Dit veroorsaak ñ verbintenis in liggaam en siel,
En die een Kan nie sonder die Ander,

Daai een persoon wat met
ñ eenvoudige omhelsing
Alles wat stukkend was weer stewig
Aanmekaar druk,

Jy woordeloos sy emosies in sy oë Kan lees,

Sy gedagtes Kan aanvoel,

Sy liefde-orgaisme soos ñ tweede hartklop in jou binneste ruk,

Wanneer jy dankbaar sy beskermende arm om jou voel as hy slaap,

En glimlaggend sug as die versekerende wete jou herhinner,

JY is al wat hy wil hê………

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Inoubliable mien

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*unforgettably mine*

Melliflously her
Memory touches me,
Images burned
In my broken heart,
Tearfully celebrating
Her resilient happiness,

With death her
Love did not depart,
Keeping floating
A montage of metaphors,
Always alive in
My heart,

Kindly kissing
My scraped knee,
Always happy to see,
My face filled with glee,

Oh mother,
How my heart longs for thee,

Frozen I still
Hear her laughter,
See her head thrown back,
Honest-happiness she did not lack,

This love she taught,
Through bloody war,
For our protection,
she fought,

This I feel,
This I seek,
Her memory,
Her smiling face,
A caring touch,
She meant so much,

Celebrate her motherly honor,
Celebrate her life-color,
Happy-peaceful-sad-feeling,

And I
Wait,
As the
Hurt is
Healing.

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Dogterskind.

Deur geknakte takke,
Gluur sy
Honger oë,
Sy knobbel vingers
Trek deur uitgestrekte
Palm takke,

Op knieë in gebed,
Terwyl onheil
Loer,
Hy strek uit
En steek
Haar lewe
Met sy angel
Van ongeluk,
Hartseer,

Deur geknakte takke
Gluur,
Lag hy,
Wag vir haar
Siel om
Te struikel,
In te gee,
Nie te glo,

Deur sonstrale
Van aanhoudende
Gebed,
Vloei geluk-trane,
Oranje geverfde
Oggend hemel,
God se genade
God se leiding,
Gee Jesus nog ñ
Vrou weiding,

Deur genakte takke,
Gluur sy
Ongeluks oë,
Jesus se Hand
Wakend oor sy
Dogterskind,
Geen buiging
In haar siel te vind,

Arms omhoog,
Vasgepak in
Hope van alledaagse
probleme,
Dra sy glimlaggend
Haar huishouding se
Laste,

Deur geknakte takke
Gluur hy,
Trek sy knobbel
Vingers terug,
Geen aardse,
Onaardse wese,
Kan die Jesus
Vrou omvou,

Haar innerprag,
ñ Helder lig,
Haar gesin-gebede,
Nie een vergete,
Vol krag,
Met Jesus
Beskerm hand,
Maak sy alle
Bose van
Kant.

Lang paaie
Volg haar
Moeder-gebede,
Dra elk
Veilig onder
Jesus hand,

ñ Ma se gebede,
Dra God geseënde
Krag,
Die Jesus dogterskind.

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Vervalle

Teen gewese vrese,
Veg my sielswese,
In oë van,
Troebeling stuur,
Jou woede woorde,
My veg gees,
Weg oorval met,
Hartseer en pyn,

Wanneer my vrou wees,
Stukkend Lê,
En vriende met,
Duiwelse maskers,
Twee gesig,
Lek met honger tonge,

ek my gesig,
Verberg teen leuens,
My hart swaar,
En my donkerte,
smag NA lig,
Asseblief Vader,
Sê dis nie alles,
Net ñ klug,

Wanneer my,
Aangehegde sintuig,
Skanse ruik,
Skaduwees van,
Verskuilde waarheid,
Versteek agter
Prag pilare,

En ek U aanroep,
En U vra,
Om namens my te veg,
Vriendelike vyande,
Steel my sielslig,
Mag U arms,
My toevou,
My gees oplig en
Teen veilige afstand
Slapend neerlê,

Goue huweliks band,
Nou in dowwe toestand,
As U getrou,
Ons weer styf
Teen mekaar omvou,
Geseel met U liefde,
U sekerheid,

U genade,
Abba, abba,
Vader,
Ek in danks gebed,
Deur trane,
Dankbaar omhoog
Gooi my hande,

Dankbaar vir
ñ Man se liefde,
Sy onbeholpe,
Probeer verstaan,
Wanneer U sy skouer,
Breed genoeg maak,

En sy fluister gebede,
Deur
Werksure
Verhoor,

Wanneer my
Donker depressie,
Drieg om my geluk
Te verswelg,
U ingryp
En my Adam se
Swakhede wysig,

Wanneer my oë klappe,
Afval en ek,
ñ Sonnige dag,
Omlag,

Abba, Abba,
Vader,
Vervalle, verwese,
Gebroke, verlore,
Vry gekoop,
Deur U bloed
Bedrupte kruis,

U genade,
Abba, abba,
Vader,
Ek in danks gebed,
Deur trane,
Dankbaar omhoog
Gooi my hande.

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ñ Vrou se Hart

Al vee ek soms alleen trane af,
Al sit ek soms stukkies van my Gebreekte hart weer terug bymekaar,,,
Al vleg ek alleen ons huweliks band,
En al vergeet jy soms dat ons mekaar se siele dra,
Liefie al maak jy my seer en al stoot jy my weg,
Eending bly dieselfde,

Die vrou het jou lief,
Al se ek dit seker in jou oë te veel,
Al doen ek soms te veel vir jou,
Al bekommer ek my soms oor jou,
Oor jou geluk,,
Oor jou welstand,
Oor jou gesondheid,

Al is my woorde soms te veel om te lees,
Al se ek soms te veel wat ek dink,
Al irreteer ek jou,
Al gee ek dalk “in jou oë” te veel om,
Onthou eending,

Dis n huwelik,,
en dis liefde,
Ons is nie “vriende nie”
Ons is lewensmaats,
“beste, beste, vriende”,,
pas maats,
bed maats,
ek gee nie om hoe jy redeneer nie

En wat jy dink van my liefde vir jou nie,
Ek vra nie onverskoning dat ek werklik opreg lief is vir jou nie,
Ek skryf die brief,
Terwyl ek nog hier is om dit alles saam jou te lees,

Eendag is my plek dalk net vroeg leeg,
As die liewe vader my kom haal,
en dan het ek versuim
om al die dinge aan jou duidelik te maak,

Ek is n vrou
Anders as j gebou
Anders as j aanmekaar gesit,
ek dink Anders,
Voel Anders,
Redeneer Anders,

Ek kry miskien gou seer,
En my hart kneus dalk maklik,
maar God het ons om ñ rede so gemaak,
Ek lief jou soos jy is,
Met al jou foute,
Al poep jy my soms uit die bed,
knieg my as jy omdraai,
Lê jy half bo op my,

Al vergeet jy soms te maklik,
Al word jy dalk soms te gou kwaad,
Al grou jy soms in jou neus,
Al is jy van spiere en “toughness” gemaak,,,

Kan jou hart ook kneus,
Kry jy ook seer,,
Raak jy ook bang,
Maar dit maak jou alles ,
my man!!!!!!!!!……..

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Bloody cycle.

*Intergeneratio­nal cycle of abuse*

Tiny frames of fear,
Running down your cheeks,
And I watch as your make up smear,

Life pushing you back to first gear,
Throwing your naked soul to the ground,
Flying like a spear,

Grinding teeth, blood splatters,
Dream bubbles popping,
All that’s beautiful shatters,
Demonic anger in his eyes,
Not hearing your painfull cries,

Pushing, shoving, his anger loving,
This war I come home to,
Pushing, shoving, shouting,
Blood splatters, watching mom suffer,

Anger, frustration, pain,
Filling my soul in this war,
We have nothing to gain,
Everyday broken promises,
Always the same,

Sitting in my room,
My world spinning,
The same old feeling of gloom,

Pushing, shoving,
listening to mom’s angry-painfull screams,
Frustration. Building,
Wishing I could end it all,
Just end this aching, weak feeling,

Tiny frames of fear,
Running down your cheeks,
And I watch as your make up smear,

All this happening all over again,
This must be some dark dream,
Hearing myself scream,
Blood splatters, grinding teeth,

And my children watch,
As their mother bleed.

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Gister se vensterbank

Deur grou,
Oggend dou,
Sit ek vasgeklou,
Op gister
Se vensterbank,

Klou kramptig vas,
Aan Venster rame,
Van onthou,
Staar ek
Leeg NA die
Son se oranje snoet,

Dubbel Lyne
Van my menswees,
lê misverstaan
Oral gespat teen
Gister se venster raam.

Gee my
Nog ñ goue
Oggend dou,
Nog ñ geel
Oggend straal,
Saam jou.

Goue stof drade,
Teken son towerstrale,
Vryf jammerlik
Oor my traan spore,
Al my gisters verlore,

Klou kramptig vas,
Aan Venster rame,
Van onthou,
Staar ek
Leeg NA die
Son se oranje snoet,

Druk kinderlik,
My Wang teen ñ stowwerige ruit,
Tewyl gister venster raam,
Skaamteloos,
Deur stof jou naam
Ophang.

Gee my
Nog ñ goue
Oggend dou,
Nog ñ geel
Oggend straal,
Saam jou.

Voeg my,
Verlore by,
Gister,
Want more is
Leeg…
Leeg..

Sonder jou,
Op gister
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Unfaithfulness

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*The dagger to goodness*

The dagger is one of history's most infamous tools. This short double edged blade has been used in close combat for centuries. St peter used a dagger to slice off the ear of a roman soldier on the night Jesus was captured. Ceaser was stabbed over 23 times by his closest allies.

*Dagger symbolism*

The dagger is paradoxical symbol. Its small size and easy ability to be hidden makes it often associated with duplicity and treachery.

The dagger is a concealed or hidden weapon.

*The connection*

Searching for the connection today I saw this in my minds eye.

For a minute imagine the “goodness” in you taking on a outerbodilly form. Facing the “not so good in you”. Faced with the goodness in you what do you do?

You take your hidden dagger and stab the goodness?
My connection between the two might be a bit confusing but let me explain.
No person would ever want to deliberately destroy the goodness in themselves nor the goodness in their marriage.
But by choosing to hide the truth from your spouse and choosing to be unfaithful you are committing “goodness murder.”

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As if your deliberately stabbing the “goodness” facing you in outer bodily form.

The goodness symbolizing all that God intended for a marriage. Breaking the unity,
Destroying trust.
Crushing the person you vowed to cherish, honor and respect?

Unknowingly you are letting a third party into your Godly union with your spouse.
This creates an opening for all the negative things to enter your holy union formed before God.

*Duplicity*
In the modern age we have tended to reduce the notion of hypocrisy to duplicity. The modern notion is a person who says one thing but does another. A person who is two faced, inconsistent or phony.

Playing the duplicate role of loving spouse and unfaithful partner, creates the characteristic “duplicity”.
Stabbing your role of faithful trustworthy partner.

Not only are you deliberately killing all that’s good in yourself but you are literally squeezing your partners heart as if you want to squeeze the life out of them.

Your stabbing your partner in the back.
All that was promised….broken.
All that was intended to flourish….is now destroyed.

Unfaithfulness is the dagger to goodness….
Your handing Satan this double edged tool as if your giving him permission to destroy the person you say you love….
The bible gives us a wonderful marriage guide.
1 corinthians 7 verse 1- 40
Now concerning the matters about which you wrote: “It is good for a man not to have sexual relations with a woman.” 2 But because of the temptation to sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband. 3 The husband should give to his wife her conjugal rights, and likewise the wife to her husband. 4 For the wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does. Likewise the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does. 5 Do not deprive one another, except perhaps by agreement for a limited time, that you may devote yourselves to prayer; but then come together again, so that Satan may not tempt you because of your lack of self-control

The person who shares your life…
Who believes you are true….
Believes everything you say….
Who naively believes they are your one and only….
One act can destroy all that’s beautiful.
But as we read the bible we have hope.
If we confess our sins and live a clean, honest life we have hope.
With god’s love all is not lost.
You can rebuild trust.
You can win back that person’s heart.
And for a lucky few..
They are forgiven..

*Thought for the day.*

Never hurt others for the wheel of life is fair and your turn will come.
Always be faithful, love with all your might. God is a fair and faithful God. He protects His flock.
Do unto others as you want them to do unto you.
Never soothe your ego with anothers pain for the layers of your lies will soon start to show.

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Lovers Knot

Stepping side ways
On a broken
Side walk,
Holding pieces of a broken heart,

Images of innocents
Drifting away
On the winds
Of yesterday,

Ever growing
Strength
Lurking in
Hazel eyes,

Freedom fought
Freedom bought,
His love pushing
Pushing broken

Pieces back
Together,
His arms
Protectively
Guiding me,

Rising me
To new heights,
Showing me
A beautiful view,

Lovingly
Convincingly
He helps me believe,
believe in
Me.

Entwined
Two souls,
Entwined
Two hearts,

Knots
Of you
Fill
Spaces of me,

With loving
Ambience,
Soothing fears,
Your strength
Pulled me through,

Entwined
Two souls,
Entwined
Two hearts,

Out of
Ashes
Of burned
Dreams,

My hero
Has
Risen.

*for my husband*

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Life’s scraped knee’s

I’m sure all of us are familiar with a scraped knee. As youngster we use to fall and scrape our knees way to often to forget.

In adulthood our scraped knees turn inward and life tries to teach us important maturely lessons…

We sometimes learn a lesson and get up again and our scraped knee heals. As when we where young it sometimes took a few falls and a few scraped knees before we learned not to run without looking where we’re going, to listen when we where warned to watch where we’re going.

But as adults its as if we just don’t turn the page we keep playing our fall over and over again. We scratch open our healing scraped knee and refuse to learn the lesson. So life keeps repeating the fall keeps repeating the scraped knee until we one day have a break through and realize we need to change.

We all have been stuck on one page, have been falling in the same place and we all have asked ourselves
“why on earth does this keep happening to me?”

Most of the time we’ve been blind staring at the answer.
Just like when you where young and kept running down the stairs when mum has told you so many times not to and you keep falling down those same stairs because you just don’t listen.

Just the same in adulthood we keep making the same mistakes, wrong choices, poor judgment. Our scraped knee’s don’t heal because we don’t change. We don’t stop and think maybe we need to do things differently.

Sometimes things need to go wrong.

So that they can go right again.

Sometimes life needs to be cruel so that life can be kind.

So that when we stop and decide to change we can enjoy the view!

Believe me its beautiful at the top!

Especially after you get up and change your page.

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The myth of time travel.

A thought ruled by time can be expressed only in myth.”
–De Santillana

“Only time (whatever that may be) will tell.”
–Stephen Hawking

Why is it that modern society is so interested in the concept of building a time machine, therefore allowing an overlap of past, present, and future?

One answer could be our need to escape the rapid pace of modern time. To see how a reaction to social conceptions of time could place within the realm of mythology, we must look at the changing interpretations of time through history, and their representation in religion and story.

Have you ever wished you could clinb into some scientifically created machine. Travel back in time and meet your younger self?

Pour some knowledge and wisdom into her brain.

Tell her that life is not fair, that everybody’s not always good. Give her a heads up and keep yourself from making stupid mistakes.

Maybe even give her your bitch guide on how to tell when someone’s trying to sugar coat their lies.

If you could change the course of your path. Keep yourself from being hurt, used, stepped on. Tell your younger self to appreciate your parents more, to avoid wrong decisions.

But being realistic this isn’t possible!
And even if it was possible do we really want to change things which has taught us so much? Has given us wisdom. Things that has shaped us into the powerful beings we are today.

If we stopped all those things from happening. How then would we be able to give our children advice, help them, guide them?
Without wisdom.
Without experience.

Life teaches us these lessons in order to prepare us for our future.

If we aren’t mature enough we would not be able to handle our current everyday situations.

We would be ignorant to certain situations and we would not have the depth we have from learning the hard way.

We would inevitability make those mistakes even with time travel.

Because we would not know how to recognize the wrong choice.

“ignorance”

Wisdom is taught through mistakes.

In conclusion,,,

I say we need to make mistakes and trust the wrong people, in order to grow.

We need pain,
Just as much as we need love…..

The one can’t be appreciated without the other.

Information on time travel:
http://www.umich.edu/~engtt415/myth/

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She’s got her running shoes on

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Have you ever heard the saying “when a woman has her running shoes on she’s always going to keep running”?

:( sadly this has been a term we’ve all been all to familiar with. Which we have experience in. Honestly until recently I didn’t really understand why.

We all experience pain through our lives. We are faced with pain sometimes so unbearable you want to hide inside yourself.

Loosing a lot and being rejected and hurt. You tend to clam up and build walls not everyone can get through.

Then…..
You meet someone you instantly want to belong to.
You find yourself wanting to heal, wanting what you see around you each day.
You wish……

You place your heart on a platter exposing that which you so much want to protect.

Protect from being crushed…..
Stepped on….
Lied to…..

You place your faith in someone who is only human….
Someone with faults as we all have…
Someone who is also hurting….
Who is also worried…..
Whom also has walls build so high it takes time to climb over….

Two broken individuals trying to move on, trying to mend that which has been broken….

You as a woman who’s been hurt..
Feel so weak..you feel needy…
You feel silly….you are constantly reminded that you don’t have a guarantee he won’t stop wanting you,
Won’t stop needing you,,,,

Your insecurities take over and you see him pulling away,, you feel his silence,, see his deep thoughts,,,
Watch him giving lesser and lesser of himself….
See him not saying what’s on his mind…
Watch him as you get the feeling he needs space?…..
And..
It hurts..
Again…..

That’s when you start to ache for what you had in the beginning. When his eyes smiled as he looked at you…
When he shared a moment with you..
When you felt connected to him…
Now all you feel is alone,,,,,

Then at some moment the strain that has been building up in your relationship explode…
And you fight..
You say things that should never have been said….

And you reach deep down in your soul to that part of you that you thought you buried,,you reach out to that strong,cold woman who took control when you felt so damn weak!….

And she hands you the “running” shoes…

You run…
You leave…
Running from the one thing you so much wanted…
You clam up and close yourself -no one gets through- no one…..

This a result of being hurt and lied to so many times…
Not an excuse I know..
But….

What that womans eyes see is this..
He needs space,,,he doesn’t want me around…I’m in his way….
He is only being polite that cold politeness you give to people you tolerate out of kindness….
The one thing the woman in his life shouldn’t get,,,he’s polite kindness,,,
He’s neighborly conversations,,,,

You are the one who shares his bed shouldn’t you be the one who receives his best? His love..
His attention…
His honesty,,,

Why then does he make you feel as though he wants you to run again just so that he can miss you all over again?

Marriage isn’t a game,,its not a sometime,,when I’m bored time..

Its a promise you made before God.
To cherish,love and protect each other.

When somethings get in the way and we feel distance between our partners and ourselves,,,

We shouldn’t assume,
We shouldn’t guess,
We should talk,
Reach out,
Speak up,

Putting on our running shoes because were scared just isn’t the answer..

We don’t gain anything from it but pain…

We should try and listen to each other.
Love is a everlasting promise of friendship….

Mistakes are to be made..
Were only human….

Forgiveness is the key

putting away the running shoes
Being brave….
Being strong…
Love your man…

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* battling to pray*

Have you ever experienced a day when you simply feel separated from God?

When you have a heavy feeling and your troubles seem to burden you more than they usually do?

When the pain of being hurt, turmoil, sorrow just seems to heavy to carry?
You feel all the wrong feelings and have trouble smiling. You feel alone, forgotten, forsaken.

You kneel to pray but your heart is overlaid with worry. You don’t feel “connected”. Your words are hard to find. And everything is just to much?

There’s a guide to help us know what to do when we feel this way. When we doubt our faith and we can’t seem to pray.

*psalm* 46: 10 *
Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!

*Joshua* 1:5 *
“no man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life; as I was with Moses; so I will be with you. I will not forsake you.

I’ve had days where my pain and burdens has been to much where I think “Lord I can’t do this. Its to heavy to carry”.

be still and know that I AM GOD!

A simple answer a guide. When we feel heavy Jesus wants us to meditate in prayer, to be silent, to listen to His voice. He wants to calm us.

Thus when we feel we can’t pray we battle, we feel separated from Him.

We need to be silent and remind ourselves.

be still and know that I am God”

-Referring to my piece on depression-
Jesus can relate when we feel “heavy” when we feel lost, broken, forgotten…..

What a wonderful God we serve!

So today :) if you feel heavy, burdened, lost,…..

Silence your heart,
Close your eyes,
Pour out your heart,
Jesus wants you to cry on His shoulder,

He wants to remind you how much He loves you!

No matter how heavy our burdens get,
He will help us carry them!
He will never forsake us

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Bitterness

*The deadly poison*

*Antimony sulfide
Greek name: stibuim
*Symptoms
Low doses causes, Headache, nausea, and depression

*Effects:
Antimony dates to as far back as 3000 B.C. Women of the middle east applied this compound as a cosmetic to darken their eyebrows and eyelids. Increased exposure to the element can lead to antimony poisoning.
If left untreated a person could die.

You are most probably wondering where I’m going with this.
Consider this for a moment……..
Imagine you are knowingly exposing yourself to this poison.
You start to feel the symptoms.
Headaches,
You are nauseas all the time,
Your depression increases rapidly.

Your emotions are starting to numb.
You can feel the poison working through your body,
Yet……………..
You do NOTHING!!!!!!!

Your not suicidal yet you are poisoning yourself!

Total madness?
Yes of course! Who in their right mind would do this?

Well by being bitter and choosing to hord feelings of anger is just the same as poisoning yourself.
You know what its doing to you but yet you still choose not to forgive and “get over it”.

You are letting the poison work!

*lets have a look at bitterness*

When we are young they teach us to forgive. We are taught to love our neighbors, to honor our parents. And when we are young its kind of easy to do.

As you grow older life knocks you around. Optimists will argue that these trials are life lessons and that every dark cloud has a silver lining.

What about unspeakable, unfair, injustice? Things that happen to the innocent? And what about things that hurt so much that you hold on to anger and hurt?

Unlike when you where young you just can’t seem to get past what the person or persons has done to you.
So you don’t forgive. You hold on to those emotions. Simply because you are angry and you feel what they did is unforgivable. This is where the bitterness settles in.

Bitterness is like a deadly poison. It slowly starts to kill you from inside.
Killing “joy”
Killing “happiness”
Killing “laughter”
Killing and creating a crust around your heart.
Thus making it impossible for you to replace the hurt.
Making it impossible to move on and “get over it”

*The antidote *

How do we let go of bitterness you ask?

I’m going to use a very important book as a guide.

The bible.

*ephesians 4: 31-32
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ has forgiven you.

*proverbs 15:1
A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

*proverbs 20:22
Do not say ” I will repay evil” wait for the Lord and He will deliver you.

* Matthew 6:14-15
For if you forgive others their trespasses your heavenly father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your father forgive your trespasses.

The bible clearly states that we should “strive for peace”, that we should forgive.

Forgiving doesn’t make you weak!
It makes you stronger. It benefits you.
Forgiving and moving forward allows room in your heart for happiness.

The antidote for bitterness is forgiveness!!
Letting go.
Know that we aren’t the judge. We are responsible for our own happiness!
Being bitter is not the answer!

Bitterness roots deeply and causes the. Poison to work.

Why would we deliberately poison ourselves when we can “let go” and be free?

*Hebrews 12:14-15
Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God, that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble and by it many become defiled

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A Mothers tears.

*translated from afrikaans to English*
Written by: Bernadette Du Toit.

For mom.
RIP: 1954-2013

Knelt in prayer,
That God would be their savior,
Call upon God each child by name,
While tears softly her face frame,

Plead with Jesus,
That deep in their hearts He sees,
To keep them safe as her children leaves,
Even though her heart is bruised,

Her tears land safely,
On bible pages,
Does no one see her tears?
As she worships and praise through sorrow fountains,

Jesus sees each one,
This precious woman to them He gave,
He sees a mothers sorrow,
Safely He catches her tears,
In the book of life,
Each one he frames,

Each one given a name,

God’s iris flower,
Picked, given to her children,
On Jesus shoulder she rests,
Knees chafing,
As she tries to teach
Them of His love,

A mothers love,
Faithful and yielding,
A mothers tears,
As she weeps for her children.

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Depression *The happiness drain*

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*The happiness drain*

Luke 12:6,7
“Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins?” and not one of them is forgotten before God.
“but the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Most of us get our blue day, our need-to-cry days and those days that everything goes wrong.

But for a few of us the feeling doesn’t go away. It stays, it grows, it leaves an emptiness in your soul.

Your happiness is replaced with constant sadness.
You struggle to get out of bed, just normal routine is a battle.
Everything that felt right just feels wrong. You don’t feel worthy anymore. Then the guilt settles in. You start to feel guilty for not wanting to fall asleep and not wake up. You tell yourself your a burden to your family, worthless.

Feeling this way makes you feel helpless because no matter how hard you try those depressive feelings just won’t go away. You loose interest in things you use to love doing. Your tired all the time, irritable and restless. You loose your appetite and can’t sleep or you sleep to much.

You hate yourself.
You draw inward and you drift further and further away of your old self.

1 Corinthians 16:13
Watch, stand fast in faith, be brave, be strong.

Only medication soothes these emotions and at times even not.

The key to healing is to not draw inward. Be with friends and family so that they can encourage and help.

one emotion that wipes away sadness is joy.

Creating your own depressive world has made you onlt concentrate on “you”. When you voice your problem,
Seek advice, a shoulder to cry on,
You break free of that enclosure you created.
And by reaching out and listening and helping others your own troubles become lighter and joy starts to do its trick.
Laughter and a merry heart.
Prayer and faith.

Proverbs17:22
A merry heart does good, like medicine,
But a broken spirit dries the bones

Knowing you are not alone breaks depression and bit by bit you heal.
You laugh.
You live…….you love.

The bible shows clearly that Jesus can relate to our depression.

Hebrews 12:2,3
Looking unto Jesus, the author and fiisher of our faith, who endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls.

Depression is a happiness drain,
Sucks out “life” and leaves a whole.

There’s always hope,
No matter how hard life gets,
Always a ray of sunshine called…
Thankfulness,
Joyfulness,
Cheerfulness!!!!

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Jealousy * the cancer in a relationship *

The cancer in a relationship.

Galatians 5:22
But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, self-control, against such there is no law.

I’m sure all of us have met the little green monster. That little bit of negative emotion that later transforms into the killer in any relationship, if not dealt with.

We are all human and we are weak at times. We hurt the ones we love. (sometimes unknowingly)
There’s nothing that hurts more than that feeling of self-doubt when our partner starts to show signs of un-trust. The emotions that follow starts with constantly having to reassure him/her that you are faithful. Constantly worrying if he/she believes you. Not knowing if your spouse is even happy. How can you be truly happy if you constantly doubt your better half?

Marriage is not only a sacred bond but a life long friendship meant to grow and flourish. We are meant to support, compliment and care for each other.
The moment the cancerous emotion (jealousy) enters that bond there is a crack.
This spreads like cancer and grows.
And slowly kills what is beautiful and sacred.

Proverbs 6: 34
For jealousy is a husbands fury; therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance.
Proverbs 27;4
Wrath is cruel and anger a torrent,
But who is able to stand before jealousy?

The spouse is left feeling hopeless, despondent and crippled.

Many may argue and say a little jealousy is good for a relationship.
Yes…..
But to its extend….
When meant to protect..
But jealousy in a darker form takes hold of all emotions, thoughts and starts to control you.
Your loving, happy emotions are replaced with constant doubt, suspicion, undeserved anger and resentment towards your somewhat innocent “best friend”.

Pride takes over and you find yourself constantly fighting and accusing each other.
Galatians 5;20
Idolatry,sorcery,hatred,contentions,jealousy,outburst of wrath,selfish ambitions, dissensions,heresies.

James 3;14,15
But if you have bitter envy and self seeking in your hearts, do not boast and lie against the truth.
This wisdom doesn’t descend from above, but is earthly, sensual, demonic.

This forms a pattern and with time it becomes a habit. One spouse always explaining, nervous, anxious, hurt….
The other always thinking negative for example..” he/she is alone all day. How do I know what he/she is up to?”
“he/she isn’t being truthful, I know he/she is lying”
constantly, secretly checking his/her phone. Throwing hints “I saw the way he looked at you”. “why did it take you so long to answer the phone?”

Need I say more?
With time attempting to reconnect takes effort because of the state your heart is in.

The bible clearly says what love should be!!! 1 corinthians 13;4-8
Love suffers long and is kind,love does not envy,love does not parade itself, is not puffed up,
Does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the TRUTH, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, love never fails.

Ephesians 5;25
Husbands love your wives just as Christ also loved the church and He is the savior of the body.
Ephesians 5;22
Wives submit to your own husbands as to the Lord.

If both partners are looking for ways to make the others life the best it can be,
They will not allow thoughts of adultry, jealousy to even enter their lives.

1 peter 3;7
Husbands, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the wife, as to the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers may not be hindered.

Ephesians 4:32
And be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.

Forgiveness is the key.
Love is the glue.
God is the healer.

We should never let any disease like emotion grab hold of anything God has put together.
We need to love each other.
Cherish one another.
Understand and listen.
Jealousy is not from God.
Its a cancer that eats away.
But unlike cancer……
It can be cured……

With unconditional love!!

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Called by God

Sam Childers a man with a vision. A man called by God for a cause so huge it leaves you in awe. Originally from Pennsylvania America Sam walked a path not so different from a lot of youngters but he’s story has a wonderful twist to it. He was a troubled teen and always use to get into trouble. He later became a armed guard (shotgunner) for drugdealers. He later met Lynn who became he’s wife.

As time progressed he started to distance himself from his former life meanwhile he’s wife started going to church again. He got work at a construction company and their life prospered despite he’s continued drug and alcohol abuse. Sam began to re-establish his relationship with God and began a life as a Christian.

Their lives began to prosper and soon Lynn gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Sam started his own construction company and upon his preacher who urged him to join a mission program to help repair huts damaged in conflict.

In 1998 Sam went to the village of Yei in Southern Sudan. They where in the midst of second sudanese war and Sam witnessed a child been blown up by a landmine. He pledged to God to do whatever he could to help the people of Sudan.

He returned several months later and Sam received a message from God that he was to build a orphanage for the children. In the village of Nimule.

The lord’s ressistance army (LRA) militia, had kidnapped and murdered 30 000 children and had murdered hundreds of thousands of villagers.

God wanted Sam to help these children. Although the local people thought him to be mad. Sam did as God said. He build an orphanage.

Since 1998 Sam Childers has been helping thousands of children torn apart as a result of the LRA’s actions.
To this day he keeps fighting to protect them.

Called by God.
Written by Bernadette Du Toit
Information and photos collected–http://www.machinegunpreacher.org/

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Die lewe se krom hand

In vroeé oggend stilte sit my gedagtes en tuimel. Terwyl almal se slaapasem geluide rustig soos brekende golwe om my wemel. Die son loer met sy daglig oë deur my kamer venster en my binneste huil.
Huil as ek dink aan hoe hard lewe is met ons minder gelukkiges. Dat die lewe vir sommiges dik steaks en blink karre gooi. En vir die res bene en stukkende lewens.
Dat ander met nege karrat goue lepels in hul monde hul eerste asem teug, en ons minder we’ll bevoegdes met “injustice” en “poverty” die eerste keer saam skreeu.

“Gee ons vandag ons daaglikse brood” is vir ons ñ letterlike spreekwoord en nie net ñ sin in die onse vader nie. Die wêreld is nie ñ oester nie maar ñ groot wrede plek vol blink ladieda mense wat stukkende siele deursigtig vind.

Sommige van ons vat daai bene en maak sop en plak cheap pleisters op ou sere. Las ons stukkie lewens aanmekaar met genade van bo.

Met sy krom hand sit hy met jou wenhand en gee hy jou die ace of spades. En ons?

Well ons kry die laagste jack en ons bou ñ huis.
Ñ Huis wat die wind sommer so met sy bol wange om blaas. En jou boepens wolk droom saam die wind verdwyn.

Verstar in gedagtes staan ek voor ñ gat wat so groot soos Kimberley sin voel maar in werklikheid net ses voet diep is.
“Van stof is jy gemaak, en tot stof sal jy terugkeer”, so ñ rou en finale spreekwoord. Die son loer nie meer met sy daglig oë nie maar brand skertsend in winterswinde.

Weereens roep alles binne my na die sagte oë van moeder, daai oë wat ek as kind altyd die huil in sou vind.
“Sy het ñ harde lewe gehad. Sy rus nou my kind”. In woorde wat met vertroosting bedoel is vind ek geen. Al wat ek vind is die ongenaakbaarheid van ons lewe en sy krom hand.

So byna het ons saam vrede gevind. So byna het daar lag in haar oë ingekruip. En so vinnig is sy weg.
Net weg.

My voete volg dooierig die van ander en deur gebroke oë laat ek my weglei.
Die kwaad van onreg kruip oor my hart en ek sukkel in ongewenste gedagtes terug na daai lewe wat haar suster na verwys het.
Ñ lewe wat ek met tienduisend verskietende sterre nie sou kon wegwens nie.

Nog minder sou kon vergeet nie.
Al wou ek. Ñ oop graf se arms gryp my enkels en in slaaplose aande worstel ek teen kwaad en die lewe se krom hand.
“death is not the end but just another doorway”
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Hello everyone :)

Its with great joy that I announce the start of my new site,,

I will be writing on a serious of topics.
Being a christian woman my work will most definitely reflect it as well.

Trying to reach a wide range of readers I will be focusing on topics relating us all.

Strong womens everyday struggles, humanitarian topics,,such as child abuse,, hunger,, poverty,,,injustice,,

I hope your journey with me will be a pleasant one.

Please I urge you to leave replies and comments its what my work is all about.
My poetry and prose pieces will also be featured.

Greetings
Bernadette
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