My Diary continued 2013

 

Grace

After struggling for weeks

To get to grips with my fledgling

Company’s figures

I finally realised

It is true

“We made a profit”!

Very small maybe

But never less

A profit

By the Grace of God

We succeeded

Where most small

Companies fail.

It is a miracle

My dear friends

I assure you

I know full well

It is a miracle.

When we started we

Had no idea how

To do it

All we knew was we

Had an idea

And the idea became

A dream a goal

And the goal

A reality

It took faith

Believe me

“pun intended”

Countless prayers

And sleepless nights

Unwavering determination

And never giving in

Perseverance and patience

Are synonyms for faith

I learnt that lesson

The hard way

As I am perpetually

Impatient

If any person wants

To ask me how

To start a small

Business

I will tell them

Do what you love

Or do what you are

Good at

If you don’t

It will become

A burden

I have tried before

To start a business

The first couple

Of times purely

Because of religious

Convictions

Only to find out

Those I tried

To help were in it

Only for the money

That is my second

Peace of advice

Do not follow

Someone else’s dreams

Follow your own

If your motivation

Is pure and you

Are utterly convinced

You are on the

Right track

Simply keep on going

And ignore all

Obstacles, it is

A journey not

A destination

Money is not

A motivation

Money is inevitably

The outcome

Of doing what you

Believe in

For long enough

If anything money

Was what we invested

Money and time and energy

Oodles of it

Until you want to loose

Hope

Because it seems

Your idea is a

Bottomless pit

Draining your finances

Time and effort

Follow your gut feel

And ignore too much

“advice” even from

Those you know

To be successful

They are successful

Because they can keep

The recipe for their

Success a secret

“the Secret”

Is

There is no secret

It is hardwired

In your being

If you dig deep enough

In yourself you

Will find it

It was there all along

You simply did

Not want to

Acknowledge it

“they” make  more

Money selling

“the secret”

Because they never

 reveal

The truth about

It, they simply

Entice you to spend

You’re hard worked

 Earnings on their

“truth”

You are in it

For yourself

there is no

opposition

do not try and

compete with

someone else’s truth

if your idea is not

original you can believe

that theirs isn’t either

the one that

can make an idea work

becomes the owner

of the idea.

From the onset

I promised myself

I will keep my motive pure

I am competing with no one

It is my dream

And it is my job

To make it work

Yes I needed “luck”

Yes I needed a “kick-start”

And yes a good

Friend invested in my idea

Mostly it was faith

And prayer that

Kept me going.

A good friend can

Only hold your hand

For so long and

If He/she/they

Are a truly good friend

They will know when

To let go

Because they do not

Want to sabotage

Your dream

Of course you will

Remain to be friends

Real friends are in it

For life

It is tough in

South Africa to

Start a small business

Government’s rhetoric

Never comes to fruition

Inevitably they will

Strangle your small

Business to death

Because they cannot

Control greed

and corruption.

You are on your own

And for better or

For worse you

Will have to persevere

Until you reach

Success

It is a battle

Worth fighting

And you will be

Victorious

My battle is not

Over it simply becomes

Easier, the more

Battle- worthy I become

Not battle-weary

My friend

The more you fight

The better you get at it

So by the Grace of God

I shall give myself

A small pat on the back

It is but a beginning

A journey

And one

I am looking forward to

Peace be with you my brothers and sisters

Peace and love be woth you forever

Amen

doulos

Tata

Our history is steeped in blood

That is no secret.

Our history is also

Steeped in the ability of

Our people to excel

And flourish despite

The odds being stacked

Against them

Our roots go deep

Into the African soil

And are anchored

In the ancient rock bed

Of mother Africa

Despite our demography

We are still cosmopolitan

And  united as Africans

Black, coloured and white

Fiercely  protective

Of our birthplace

It is also no secret

That Nelson Mandela

Will depart to

“a better place”

Put harshly

He is about to die.

He is an Icon

The whole world

Loves the Old Man

Of Africa

That unleashed

The Rainbow Nation

Instead of unleashing

Reprisal and revenge

Yes I know there

Are those that

Say he is not all

That saintly

And he would admit it

Himself

Today we have

A leader that divides

One day and

Unites the next day

One that is indecisive

One that wants

To hold on to

The past

And drag it

Into the future

We the people

Are dedicated

To this country

We hold firm

Onto our believes

We are ready

For a better future

The greatness

Of individual

South Africans

That astonished the world

With their innovation

Wisdom and skill

And the ancient

Wisdom that results

 Of growing on African soil

I hear rumours

Of “Uhuru”

I hear rumours

Of goings on

Like what happened

In Zimbabwe

Then I read

What another

South African said

Many,  many years ago

He was a “Prophet”

And although

He was biased

By virtue of

His background he

Was a pious man.

He predicted

A lot of what

Happened in South Africa

And his predictions

Came to fruition

And is now part

Of our history

He also predicted

What would happen?

The day Madiba dies

I quote an extract

Of what he purportedly said

The death of Nelson Mandela to a new and more balanced government: right after the death of Nelson Mandela very big strikes and disobedience occur, and they followed by a local ( 3 of 7 provinces ) civil war for ground and power (eg: Zimbabwe type of actions).

Then I read

A synopsis

Of “a Case of Knives”

Julian de Wette (Author)

And I know

 Instinctively

That the person

Who penned this drama

Is a son of Africa

The title does

Not refer to

The threat, bandied about

By some

“the Knives will come out”

The day Madiba dies.

It is uniquely South African

And gives me a fuzzy

Feeling of warmth

In my chilly office.

I prefer to

Believe

That we rhe people

Of this splendid country

Have a future

I believe there

Are enough brilliant

South Africans left

On our soil

To steer our ship

Into calmer waters

No matter, what

Foul weather is rising

On the horizon.

Let Tata

Enjoy his last

Days in peace

And with dignity

A great South African

Is greeting.

Go well Tata

sobonana  Madiba.

May peace and love be with you

My countrymen and women

Forever

Amen

doulos

Confussion

 

ignorantia legis neminem excusat 

Yes I spelt it incorrectly

I did it on purpose

Some time ago I was “reborn”

I felt a deep conviction

To make amends

To apologise to those

I have offended and hurt

With my careless alcohol

Fuelled wicked tongue

So I decided I have to give

My “testimony” in a church

I chose a church whose

Congregants and leadership

I have often ridiculed

I prayed about it

For weeks and actually

Made an appointment

With the church leader

I had a sleepless night

Before my “testimony”

The church leader

never called me out

and after sitting for hours

went home disappointed

then  I was called

and given the explanation

“He expected you to stand up”

“Nonsense” I thought

But anyway I was so

Convinced I had to

Do it that I went back

The night before I was

Terrified and prayed

The whole night

Eventually I got a “message’

It was clear as daylight

“they will stand ashamed”

I told my wife as

Two of her family members

Were office bearers in the church

And one’s daughter is

Married to the leader’s son

On arrival I was called

 into an office

by the son and his wife

they urged me to confess

I said I would not

“I am here to testify”

Eventually I was called out

After speaking the whole

Congregation got to their feet

And applauded

I gave  proof and evidence

to God's existence and goodness

by testifying to the “

Body of Christ”

I never “confessed” anything

There is confusion

Over confession

In The Church

My dear friends

Never be lulled

Into “confessing”

To people

They will judge you

And later on use

Your own words

To “punish” you

If you feel the need

To witness about

The goodness of God

You experienced

Shout it of the

Roof tops

The Church is not

A Court of Law

Judgement is

God’s prerogative

And God’s only

If you need to confess

Confess to Jesus

In earnest prayer

I was set free

By doing exactly that

I took all the “boulders

Of shame and guilt”

And lay them at

The foot of the Cross

People are judgemental

Most people are

Not equipped to assist

You with your personal

Problems

Especially not some

So called “Men of God”

They are as fallible

As you

If you want to ask

Forgiveness from those

You have wronged

Go to them directly

And in private

And I assure you

They will ain all probability

Forgive you

If they don’t

Walk away without guilt

Peace and love be with you

My brothers and sister

Forever

Amen

doulos

Our Worth

Her "Worth"
R47623298974.65

 

“Your Momma is so fat”

May be a silly joke but I

Do not think anybody

really finds it funny

So my Mother in Law

Will soon be able to

Call herself an

 oc·to·ge·nar·i·an 

A person who is from

80 to 89 years old.

Information meant

For those like my

“laatlam” who

Tends to think

Her dad is as old

As the mountains

I love this woman

With all my heart

Although the

“funny people”

Have oodles of jokes

About Mothers in law

So the family is

Giving her a party

And as parties go

With this family

It means endless

Speeches to

Make sure how

Important the

Speakers are

Is conveyed

To the one

Being honoured

So I am preparing

My speech with

The topic

“Your momma is so fat”

My Pacemaker battery

Is supposed to last

Another five years

Or so and I have

Medical aid

So I should

Survive Ok

Am I crazy?

Maybe but first

Let me tell the story

On how I came

To this

“Brilliantly appropriate title”

And you shall see

The method In my madness

First a bit of Math

1oz = 28.350g

1pound =160z

One metric carat (ct) = 200mg

or 0.2kg

The price of gold

Averaged over

a long period

$483 per ounce

It is recorded by Benvenuto Cellini

 in the middle of the sixteenth century

 that a carat ruby was eight times

 the value of a carat diamond,

the price of the former

 being 800 golden scudi ($17,400)

 and that of the latter

100 scudi ($2,175).

So how much does

Mother In Law

Weigh

U ask her that

I don’t want to be

“Donnered”

So I shall make

Assumtions

A bit of

Math

The average weight

Of a person

Africa = 60.7 kg (133.8 lb)

the Americans

weigh in at

Males

  88.3 kg (194.7 lb)

 Females

74.7 kg (164.7 lb)

“So what is your POINT!”

“Patience I am

Getting there”

Remember this is

A family affair

And the longer

I talk about

Mother In Law

The more

Important I become

Jokes aside

Now you do

The math

I am tired talking

Proverbs 31:10

NIV

A wife of noble character

who can find?

She is worth far more than rubies

Lamentations 4:2

How the precious children of Zion,

 once worth their weight in gold,

 are now considered as pots of clay,

 the work of a potter's hands!

So my dear friends

If we really

Want to calculate

A human beings worth

In weight

We can do so

But…………..

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?

 Yet not one of them

 will fall to the ground outside

your Father's care

And even the very hairs

of your head are all

 numbered

Matthew 10:29/30

God Loves us

So much that

He numbered

Our hair

On to end off

This weighty

matter

Proverbs 21:2  ESV

Every way of a man

 is right in his own eyes,

 but the Lord weighs the heart.

I know you are also lazy

To do the sums

So here

In the sixthteenth

Century

A woman wighing

The average for Africa

Of 60,7kg

Would be worh

303500 ct

Times $17400

=$5280900000

At current exchange rates

=

So my dear fiends

We do not weigh people

To calculate their worth

But for those who

Are so inclined

That 80 year old woman

Is worth

=R47623298974.65

Of course

She is worth

A lot more than that figure

Peace and love be with you my

Brothers and sisters

Forever

Amen

doulos
 

Ek onthou Chappie

 

 

Was watching the funeral of

“The Iron Lady” in the beautiful

Cathedral.

 I watch the news

And see the fierce assault

Of Winter Weather

On the Cape Coast.

Then I wake up and see

Pictures of an old

Farm in the

Eastern Transvaal.

The cold of winter

Is slowly pushed out of

My being by the longing

Of my soul

Trying to rebirth

The innocence

Of my youth

I contemplate life

Images buried

Deep in the archives

Of my mind

Tumble out

In an untidy heap

I pick them up

One by one

I dust them of

Gently with intimate care

 Alas

I return them

With a sigh

I accept

I Am

Tomorrow

Is beckoning

Thank you my friend

For awakening

The Me in I

Body parts

 

 

St Pauls Cathedral is beautiful

No one can deny that

I looked for an artist

Impression of

King Solomon’s  Temple

To match its beauty

And to match it

To the beauty

Of the

“Body of Christ”

“The Church”

I am no

Theologian and

I am no Scholar

Yes I am “

The “son of a Preacher”

I was contemplating

What the Church is?

And what has become

Of “The Church”?

I see the turmoil

Mankind finds itself in

Every day in the news

And I wonder

“where will it all lead to”?

I am a simple man

With a simple philosophy

That philosophy

can be summed up

in one word

Love

We the people

Are the Church

King Soloman

In all his wisdom

Built a majestic

“dwelling for God”

Mankind have been

Trying for millennia

To outdo each other

By ”Honouring their God”

To build Him a “Home”

Fit for

“The King of Kings”

The building we worship in

Is not “The Church”

And is not

“a Home for God”

No man can match

The splendour of Nature

The immense and vast Universe

Or even just

The beauty of one flower

All creation

Is “God’s home”

And you and I

My dear brother and sister

Are his “Bride”

“His Church”

Whether you are

Just one “numbered hair”

Perhaps a cell

Or an iris

The King of Kings

Find’s you beautiful

And is coming

Back to

Unite with you

I “Preach”

Love

Plain and simple

May Peace and Love

Be with you forever

My brothers and sisters

Amen

doulos

Kliek

 

ek "deps" die foto

 

Glo dit as jy wil dit is ek

n woonstel in Pretoria

Baie drankies en baie klank

N groot okasie

Twee jong “turke”

Word “vereer”

“crinkle paper’

Teen die mure

Kondig aan

“Bon Voyage Foeta”

“Happy Birthday Frans”

Dit is Oktobermaand

Eksamentyd en Jakarandatyd

N bundell Joernaliste

 kuier die nag oud

Later sal ons swem

Klere is opsioneel

Ek word wakker

Met my oor in

n bakkie suiker

Die woonstel lyk oes

“crinkle paper vingers”

oral teen die mure

die plek is steeds

wasig gerook

n effe soet reuk

ons het nie

donkiedrolle

gerook nie

Dit was baie mane gelede

En ek onthou nou

Dat ek Foeta sien

Met sy kamera

Oor sy skouer

gedrapeer

Soos ek hom

Menige maal

 gesien het

My Canon le

In my kas “fodde”

Ek kan dit nie

 oor my hart kry

om ontslae te raak

van my

getroue vriend nie

het hom gekry

die jaar toe ek

sestien geword het

was gekoop

 in Hong Kong

n “geskenk”

Menige kiekies

 verewig met hom

Die kiekies

Is in die argief

Van grysstof

 Weggebere

Drukkersink is

Verslawend

En verlaat

Jou nooit rerig nie

Wel gedaan

Ou vriend

Kom veilig

Terug

Soil

 

A little white girl

Being “saved” from

“the swart gevaar”

This story set

 cyberspace abuzz

Racism accusations

Flew fast and furious

Our dear land

Is so prone

To mud slinging

On racial lines

The real story

Was buried

Another orphan

Needing a home

In a country

Where some

Park their Boeings

At Military bases

And others build

Multimillion tuck shops

A “Terrorist”

Was buried on

American soil

Is a story

In the same

Tired line

We must get back

To basics

We must become

Humane again

Back to the soil

Where we

Started our journey

Fact remains

Human tragedy

Gets buried

Under Hype

We are so

Apt at taking issue

With anything

That we forget

The tragic reality

That sparked

The outcry

“Little Sannie”

Will be fine

In Most

 Safrican homes

Irrespective

Of race

Or culture

One “Terrorist”

Does not

A summer make

And the Merican

Soil will not

Be contaminated

By its “debris”

We are not Soil

We are Soul

The moment

We break free

From Terra Firma

We become free

Let us put man

Back into Human

And remove humus

You my dear

Brothers and sisters

Are splendid beings

Never forget that

May Peace and love

Be with you always

Forever

Amen

doulos

By your Fruit

 

I do not usually use

my Blog to promote

my company

but occasionally I do

This time it is so

important to me

that I shall go full out

For more than a year

I have been preparing

a promotion

to introduce

Moringa smoothies.

It started at

Krissmonnes's school

They made smoothies

for a school project

As usual I added Moringa

and it was delicious

and very energising.

That led to me

designing smoothy posters

 

 

 

Then I bought a gazebo and had

it branded

I sourced drinking bottles

fruit etc. and now

I am working full out

to prepare for the school's annual

Fun Day on 1 June

This, my dream

started small

 

 exactly that small

Recuperating in hospital

after a heart attack

I started a company based

on a bible verse

I read

Matthew 10:29 Greek assarion, Roman copper coin (Latin quadrans) worth about 1/16 of a denarius (which was a day's wage for a labourer)

Simply because you are loved

Now I am exited

and I shall Exalt

an Almighty God

for the miracles

and abundance

that He brought

Into my life

since that day.

Peace and love be with you

forever my brothers and sisters

forever

amen

doulos

 

My African Queen 

will update this post

until 7 June

Try to look as this video

Through the eyes of my soul

forget race, age, religion and

any other hang up

and see where I come

from and u will

experience my joy

the lyrics follow

[I]yeah, yeah,[/I] you are my african queen, [I]oooh lord, oooh lord[/I]

just like the sun, lights up the earth, you light up my life
the only one, I've ever seen with a smile so bright
and just yesterday, you came around my way
and changed my whole scenery with your astonishing beauty

ah, you coulda make a brother sing,
you ordinary thing, a supernatural being,

... I know you are just brighter than the moon
Brighter than the star, I love you just the way you are.

[I]CHORUS
and you are my African Queen, the girl of my dreams.
you take me where I've never been
you make my heart go ting-a-ling-a-ling, oh ahh
you are my African Queen, the girl of my dreams
and you remind me of a thing
and that is the African beauty yahhh[/I]

[I]yahh oooo[/I] you are my african queen,[I] oh lord, oo lord hmm[/I]
out of a million you stand as one
the outstanding one
I look into your eyes, girl what I see is paradise,

[I]yeah[/I] you captivated my soul, now everyday I want you more [I]o o oo[/I]
How can I deny this feeling I'm feeling inside
[I]ey[/I] oh no one can never take your place,
can never take your space,
thats a fact I cannot erase

and you, you are the one that makes me smile
make me float like a boat upon the nile.

[I]oooo ooooo yaahhh yahhh oooo[/I]

you are my african queen and I know, oh yes I know[I] hhn[/I]
you are my african queen and I know, see I know
See I know what I am feeling in my heart and in my soul
oh I know that it is love
And I know that this love was surely sent from up above
Cause you're the only one I think of

you are my african queen
and I know that this means that you're the only one that I will serve
I'll give you my heart, my love, my body and my money
Every other thing you think of
Who could think of anything better than you
Who could think of ever hurting you

Sacrifice my all, I'll give it all to you
cause you ar my african queen
for REAL

So black, so beautiful
I love you, I love you, I love you, [I]munyemo[/I], I love you, I love you, I love
you, munyemo, I love you, I love you,[I] ooohhh yeah[/I], my African Queen, I 

 love you, I love you.

 Ek is nie bang nie,( Sorry Lohan Grobler(Proud Creations0 for using your quote.

I am not Afraid or ashamed of my Rainbow Family and I shall stand on the Rooftop

to shout it out loud. Today my grandchild and her father were baptised. They were

accepted into the loving family circle of Christ our Lord. Oh by the way this is not

the image be patient until 12Midnight 7 July and I shall publish it.

 

 ok I shall give you a reprieve and post THE IMMAGE

at 24h00 on Thursday 6 June,

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,

or in my case the eyes o the bread holder.

I look at myself in the mirror and wonder,

who on earth can love the image

affronting me.

Well us guys en specially some dudes

like Kings and so on tend to

wax lyrical about the subjects of

our undying burning loins.

I mean King David murdered, Moses and Job

spent seven and fourteen years

of their lives pursuing

the love of their lives.

Even wise oakes like King Solomon

got into the poo because

one of his many beloveds

drove him a bit up the wall..Well my fellowmen

and brothers, if you do not have

one or the one you have, has

become a little bit "faded",

just because you cannot see

so well any more.

I say create one..

I shall give you an image

of a beautiful thing

a guy created because

his Willy controlled

his brain and wallet.

So why do you not create an image

of the one and only you love.

The above is beautiful

but is not the image

be patient.



 

 

Voila and here is the image

I promised. A picture is worth

A thousand words and

This one can launch an armada

Of battle ships.

Never give up on the

Child in You. Too often

Our childhood

Is suppressed by circumstance

And even tragedy.

Then when we get old

And “Senile” ,”God Forbids”

That child forces his

Or her way back

To the surface

 and we become

Childlike

Take that child(you)

By the hand

And nurture it and

Love it

And cherish i

Experience the joy

And innocence

And purity

Never let go.

Happy 50^th

My African Queen

My Barbie

My Love

Let me take you on a journey

my companion in cyberspace

a journey that you may

or may not savour

as much as I do

A journey from

birth

The birth of a little boy

a scared and bewildered little boy

Klein Fransie

that is now a sentimental

"old" fool

A son of Africa

albeit in a white skin

I shall not tell

you the story

I shall create

an image

(or rather have it created)

and I shall post it

for all the world to see.

I need you to understand

the significance

of this image

I need you to

understand that

love like life

has no boundaries

We do not need roads

a mode of transport

or even Mother Earth

to travel this journey

In fact we

do not even need

a body

all we need

is a presence

To be

that is all.

It is an image

of a little girl

in the body

of a fully grown woman

A little girl that

never had dolls

to play with

A little girl

that want's nothing

more

than a "Barbie Cake"

for her 50th birthday.

One that loves

and serves

and is a mother

to all the

little children

she encounters

One that I hope

will never outgrow

this beautiful

little girl

my wife

my soul mate

my Queen

Monica

She leaves

for Botswana

Today

but will be

in my heart

wherever she

finds herself

On 7 June

at the hour

I shall post

the image

Peace and love

be with you my

brothers and sisters

forever

Amen

doulos

 

Final Call

With the imminent death

Of an icon

We are again confronted

With death

We wonder

Whether this person

Has a special place

In heaven and even

If there is really a heaven

What happens, when?

We breathe our last breath?

Will we stop existing?

Will we be remembered?

Is it painful?

Will we go to Hell?

I unfortunately do

Not know

All I know

Is what I believe

And that is

I shall live forever

More than once

In my life I faced death

It is a scary experience

Once I pleaded

With God to end

My life

Because I thought

I could not withstand

The pain and anguish

Of a tormented

And tortured soul

More often I

Have pleaded with God

To save my life

Out of fear

Of what I shall

Leave behind

Once I nearly

Succeeded in killing

Myself

Gracefully God

Spared me

“It was not

My time”

Now I wear my “stripes’

As trophies

For God’s love

And Grace.

Three religions

Shot their

Roots into the

Same earth

Three diverse

Population groups

Chose a different

Name for the

Same God

They all believe

In a heaven

And all believe

In a hell

Where we differ

Is what will happen

When we die.

So we try to

Please “Our” God

We try to “Impress”

“our” God

We even try to

Bribe “our” God

To seek His Favour

In the Afterlife

In the meantime

We try our utmost

To destroy each other

When the only

Thing that will

Please “our”

God

Is

THAT WE LOVE

Another

Forget about death

Celebrate life

Celebrate love

Get to know

“your” God

And death

Will be the day

That you meet

Your creator

And depending

On how much you loved

You will receive

Love in abundance

Peace and Love be with you

My brothers and my

Sisters

Forever

Amen

doulos

God?

I am a late starter

I only started discovering myself

Way past 30 years of age

During those years my

Image and experience

Of

Religion and ultimately of God

Fluctuated from fear

To feverish and

Even stone cold.

As a little boy I was scared

Of this Angry God

And His noisy followers

Who scared the living daylights

Out of me with their hysterics

And “Fire and Brimstone”

Approach.

So I retracted fearing God

 hating my sinful persona.

During my teens

I briefly approached the

Subject again

And was even more

Disappointed with

The deceit of those

Who were sopossed

To guide me.

I was confused

Because the “Church Leaders”

Differed so much on

Basic rituals

And where so vehemently

Convinced that “They”

Were right

And no other.

It seemed silly

And I “lost”

My faith.

Then I dived into

Life with gay abandon

I did everything that

Was “not permitted”

And experienced things,

That others shy

Away from.

I was reckless

And fearless

And avoided “The Church”

For many years.

Eventually Life gave

Me “a klap”

I was a total alcoholic

And my unhealthy lifestyle

Took its toll

On my battered body.

Then in a flash

“I met God”

For the first time

In my life

I changed instantly

I became more calm

More understanding

And an urge

Welled up in me to find

The “truth” about life

I gave it my all

It exhausted me

I racked my brain

Dug deep into my soul

As I knew one thing

I must discover myself

Before I can discover God

That was a very painful

And sobering journey

Now I am calm

The fear, that was my companion

For most of my life

Has faded away

And made place

For a confidence

I never knew before.

I started communicating

With God on a daily basis

Although I do not attend

Church every Sunday

My spiritual  life

Is flourishing

My personal life

Is flourishing

I am showered

With blessings

I know I never deserved

It started that

Fateful day

God said to me

“But Frans I saved you”

Now He is my companion

My friend, my Father

And I entrust only

To Him

My most private

 inner thoughts

He changes you

“when you allow Him

To touch your life”

I no longer care

About Dogma and Doctrine

And foolish

Human rituals.

It is a personal thing

An I realise

I am finally

On my way to be

The best Me

I could ever be

Seek Him

My beloved

Brothers and sisters

The One that

Created you

Is longing to meet you

As much as your soul

Is craving to be

 Reunited with Him

Peace and love

Be with you forever

Amen

doulos

DIE VIER VAN ONS

Pa Jan en Ma Martie regs agter

A Few good Men

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ja sweet boetie

ek haal al die files uit

en ek begin met n blond

in n pink bikini

"Onthou jy nog"

and the silly refrain

 of the Bee Gees

is still stuck in my

battered and tired brain

01h45 Am

in my "little office"

quote un quote

from the oak

with the huge desk

It is cold outside

even colder inside

my office

my sanctuary

where my mind

can roam free

and my frozen fingers

makes love to my keyboard

How deep is your love

How deep is your love

I really need to learn

'Cause we're living in a world of fools

Breakin’ us down

When they all should let us be

We belong to you and me

Really don't know

how deep Michel's love was

Don't really care

I also don't care

how big your dick

is my schoolboy friend

"Did we have six packs?"

An unexpected message

in cyber space

a familiar face

buried deep in

my past

35 years deep

and I accept

"his friendship"

and I leave every

thing I am doing

in a mad rush

to reunite

with my childhood past

on a real Safrican farm

on the bleak

winter landscape

of a Potch farm

I don't even have

the pictures yet

still struggling

to make sense

of the attack

on my senses

of seeing

five "ghosts"

of the past.

Five boys who

became men

and really did

not change one single bit

since i knew them

35 long years ago

My six pack

the least apparent

hidden under layers

of middle age lard

They look fit

remarkably so

we scoff

Brandy and Coke

at least they do

I savour expensive

whiskey on the rocks

with the spectre

of the schoolboy

"In a man's body"

that is my host

Expensive

 toys parked outside

warm hearts inside

trying to unravel

nearly four decades

of Life

in just a few hours

So why the blond

in the bikini/

"just because !"

"did you bring a camera"

and the biggest flippen

camera south of the north pole

starts flashing in my face

"How deep is your love?"

Old so and so

is dead "suicide"

So and so

was in jail

so and so

has plenty children

So and so married

a BOMB

I try to fathom

the barometer

of their wealth

keep on wondering

what is 'their worth"

measured against

the size of my own "dick"

It really does not matter

my dear friends

what matter is

that we made time

for each other

after more than

three decades

I appreciate you

Yes I remember

fondly remember

every moment

we shared in that

little "dorp"

between the mine dumps

Yes I care

about what happened

in your life.

We share something

something precious

that cannot be measured

in monetary terms

I Salute you

my childhood friends

my comrades

of life

You are all mirrors

of my own soul

and yes

"I Love you"

Gasp horror

"hy is n fokken vet m**fie"

"het jou gese"

en nou skryf hy die kak

op die internet

relax my friend

"what happens in Vegas

stays in Vegas"

scouts honour

 regte manne

"haal nie die files uit nie"

so what do I think of you

it is simple

it does not matter

what I think

One image is etched

out on my soul

a carving of

"a little boy with a banjo"

on a wooden plank

That says everything  I think

of You

all of You

You are precious

You carry with you

more than fifty years

of History

More than fifty years

of creating

your own lives

of becoming real men

Men I am unashamed

to be associated with

'Die sout van die aaarde"

Nie net ons ses nie

almal wat die tyd

en spasie met ons gedeel het

 

Jaques,Francois(French),Philip,twelvepack Frans,Gerry(Kiereis)

 

 

I wish for you my dear brothers

only prosperity and love

always

amen

doulos

The Bible say's

Had this interesting debate

with a dear friend

about our Christianity

and how we

should approach

non believers

Problem being neither

of us are theologians

or preachers

or anything

remotely in that vein

we are just normal

guys who

loves our religion

To me the key word

is Love

The debate got

to the sticky issue

of homosexuality

As Calvinists

we were raised

with the conviction

that it is a sin

"The Bible say's so"

Yet some churches

have Gay Clergy

and allow

Gay marriages

our own Democracy

is one of the most

liberal in this regard

My own take

on the issue

is

I am commanded

by God to Love "Him",

my neighbour

and myself

I am not to Judge

it is "His" domain

So to me

it is simple

It is non of my concern

I love all my brethren

irrespective of their

life orientation

I was not called

to preach it is not my job.

and I am not

qualified to do so

either by knowledge

nor experience

nor being gifted

Mankind have

been debating these

sticky issues for millennia

and will do so

until

the end of earth

They still do not

have consensus

Yes I know

the ten commandments

and Yes I

try to obey them

if I fail

I am merely human

It is not my task

or obligation

to try and analyse

the whole Bible

I shall fail miserably

and I am afraid

most do

even the "chosen" ones

The one problem

we all have

is that we are flesh

"He" are spirit

because "He"

are not one

but three in One

I cannot be

like "Him"

unless I die.

"He" could even be 'She"

for all I know

when I die

I shall know

and only then

until then

I shall simply

Love "Him"

my neighbour

and myself.

My conscious

will guide me

Love and peace

be with you

my brothers and sisters

forever

amen

doulos

If I were a rich man

If I Were a Rich Man by Fiddler on the Roof Cast
[TEVYE]
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

If I were a rich man,
Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.
Lord who mad the lion and the lamb,
You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan?
If I were a wealthy man.

So what does it feel like

being a rich man

all depends who you are

asking

if you ask the guy

living in the shack

or the tycoon

living behind high

walls

I guess there is no

real answer

What I can tell you

is that some men

consider themselves

slightly elevated

to the rest of the masses

simply because they have

deep  pockets

Even Jesus said

The poor you will always have with you,

 but you will not always have me.

I have no problem

with that

whether you are

rich or poor

is immaterial to me

a colleague

of my wife's

remarked about a photo

That is a very rich man

my wife looked

her colleague

in astonishment

She did notice his watch

the colleague did

so would every

would be thief

and mugger

I also never noticed

it depends on our mind-set

are such things important

to you or are they not

What I can tell you

about this man though

is that I have seen his soul

and I know for a fact

yes he is a rich man

he knows how to share

he knows how to care

he is always there

when a friend

is in need.

I know of

a little boy

with fiddle

who became a man

and I call that man

my friend

It is sad

that he forgot

about the fiddle

and does not like

being reminded of it

I want to say to you

my fiddler friend

play it

once more

as beautifully as you

did when we were just boys

and I shall

dance like

Zorba the Greek

and let my body do the

talking

old and battered as it is

 and I shall

tell that little fiddler

like Zorba told Alexis

Listen, little one: neither the seven stories of heaven nor the seven stories of the earth are enough to contain God; but a man's heart can contain him. So be very careful, Alexis — and may my blessing go with you — never to wound a man's heart!

Be blessed my fiend

have peace and love

and prosperity

and remember

a wounded heart

can heal

ask me

so let us live

amen

doulos

Hearing

For the umpteenth time

a person

this time a friend

told me that I inappropriately

interrupt conversations

or mindlessly carries on

with a subject that has

already shifted

apparently the Oakes

gets the moer in

because of it

never mind my tendency

to preach when

I had a couple

How did this happen

Let me explain

I had a stroke

and heart attack

at the same time .

was critically ill

and ended up in ICU My

wife was away with

her brothers death I

 just started a job

after years of

 searching for one

My kind employer

informed me of the

termination

of my contract

on a piece of paper

as I could

not hear him

I shit you not

still have the piece of paper

he was not the

 only kind employer

the next one

'after I specifically

motioned in the job interview

that I am hearing impaired"

informed his Head Office

in front of me

"Hy is so fokken doof

soos n kwartel"

Needless to say

I packed my bags

Now my dear friend

sits with

the conundrum

of including me on

his guest list

or risking losing dear

friends

that are irritated by my

inability to

form part of

the conversation

so be it

Why am I writing this?

Am I selfish?

do I waddle

in self pity?

do I need attention?

No my friend

I sometimes did

the same to others

because we simply do not

understand a physical impediment

until we suffer it ourselves.

My solution

I shall promptly try

to get  a hearing aid

for the third time

and this time

I shall make sure it

works for me

I am more sensitive

to people with disabilities

because of this

so I benefit somehow

But this problem

is busy ruining my life

and threatens my small business

I just put down my cell phone

after a kind lady

from a hearing aid

company tried to "help me"

After a few minutes of trying

to explain that I cannot hear her

I slammed the phone down.

I besiege you my friends

try and understand

when someone

say's Sorry

I can't hear you.

Understand the turmoil

they are going through

Communication is

a crucial part of

our lives

Peace and love

be with you my brothers

and sisters

amen

doulos

Tata

 

Peace be with you Madiba

love be with you Tata

Floating in and out

of consciousness

touching the robe

of celestial beings

and then the warm

flesh of a kinsman

gently float towards

the light that

is beckoning you

carried on our prayers

buoyed by our tears

your place is

prepared

gilded by humbleness

feathered with love

the granite of resolve

shielding you

 I shall miss you Father

your memory

remains

etched in my heart

love

doulos

Lekkerkry

 

 

As jy iets wil skep

is dit soms effe

problematies

my problem is dat

ek met woorde kan skep

ek kan vir jou n prentjie

vertel

gelikkig ken ek n jongman

wat my woorde kan vat

en omskep in n prentjie

So gebeur dit dat ek

besluit ek moet iets

vir Charlen Daleen doen

vat my sommer twee

jaar maar nietemin

ek was besig om

dinge bymekaar te skraap

klein prentjies

wat my joernalis

geofende brein

oordra van my skerp

observsie vermoens

na my bewelde brein

Klink nogels

impressive

ek begin myself amper

te like

Nietemin

met jagtogte en kuiertjies

hier en daar

tel ek dinge op

dinge wat mense se en doen

dan vorm ek n pentjie

in my gedagtes

van hoe ek dink

dit sal lyk

as n portret

so hier is

een van die eerste sketse

van die prentjie

Ek weet dit se lekkerbly

verdomp weet jy nie

ek is half doof nie

jy se NEE

en hoor GEE

en ons kyk mekaar aan

in verbasing

'I die ou Gek?"

eish, jaaa boetie

paar varkies het ontsnap

Die twee mense

wat ek so baie weerdeer

n broer en suster

wat nie my

mammie en pappie

se bloedin

hulle are het nie

dierbare mense

met hulle voete

stewig op die aarde

so ja ek se dankie

en krao dit sommer

uit op n plankie

Jou leeu Charl

daai Masbieker

is weg met die

met die deposit

en ek sit sonder

die plankie

So nou moet ek dit maar

op n doek sit

Terwyl jy in die

stof van die bos

agter gediertes aanploeter

ploeter ek aan met my prentjie

binnekort my vriend

binnekort

ek se

dankie

amen

doulos

 



 Race

So this white dude

sends my wife a message

telling het of his new

white wife

Nothing wrong with that

or is there?

see he used to have

a black wife

and now he is bragging

to a coloured lady

about his white wife

Eish brother

why bother

u are wasting your time

we do not buy

into this color thing

I have friends

that feel  uncomfortable

around this issue

they even accused

me of being racist

in their indignation

to prove

they are not racist

So what is new?

nothing is new

the Bible even say's so

My friend

I walk the talk

if I am angry

with a black man

I tell him to his face

I do not use derogatory terms

to belittle him

behind his back

If I smaak

a black chick

I tell her to her face

I do not go look

at interracial porn

to satisfy my lust

a "coloured" auntie

told me to be nice

to my Son In-law

because he is a

"decent person"

What rubbish

I he was not

I would never allow him

close to my princess

no matter the intensity

of the melanin content of his skin

You see for some

it is easy to pretend

they do not segregate

by their own choice

segregation is a

natural phenomenon

kind seeks kind

without help or guidance

My friend do not

be afraid to use

the dreaded "K"

word in my presence

I know the world is not perfect

that is your choice and I respect

it

My wife is sometimes

more racist than I am

and I allow her

because I know her soul

and don't judge her

by mere words

I love my fellow man/woman

for what they do

not for what they say

God has no color

He/She is not Human

our human mind

immediately conjure up

an image that suits

our preference

when the Bible mentions

we were created in His image

O how surprised we

are going to be

when we meet Him

face to face

I would love to hear

the explanations

of why we are not racist

because He is not

of our race

So feel free in my presence

to speak your mind

I will not tolerate

violence of any form

If you want to be obnoxious

is shall quietly walk away

You are a prisoner

of your fear

and prejudice

and it feel

empathy for you

because  South Africa

must be a scary place

for someone

like you

I love Africa

I love South Africa

I think it has

a bright future

Foolish politicians

will perish before

they totally ruin it

because right minded

people will act to

preserve our hard fought

democracy irrespective

of their skin colour

demographics dictate

that most violent crime

will be perpetuated

to the majority

The same death awaits us all

Do you for one moment

think that your race dies

more gruesomely than

other races

u are mistaken

visit the state mortuary

and you shall be astounded

to what people do to their

own kind

We feel the same pain

we suffer the same anguish

at the loss of

a loved one

we grief the same way

shed the same tears

tears have no colour

my friend

and blood remains red

So chill

I do not have time

for senseless debates

I like you because

you are a friend

I love you because

u are human like me

your politics and

your religion and

your sexual orientation

your race and culture

and ethnicity

does not matter to me

Peace and love

be with you

my brothers and sisters

forever

amen

doulos

 

GENE

 

 So my young friend

you are ready to rule

the known Universe

with your infinite

wisdom

gained in a Nano second

I remember

cleaning  a little

body from "gunk"

after I watched

you

fighting for air

when you excited

your mother's womb

and entered

into Life

Do you know

who you are

do you know

how you fit

in your jeans

do you know

your gene

the basic physical unit of heredity; a linear sequence of nucleotides along a segment of DNA that provides the coded instructions for synthesis of RNA, which, when translated into protein, leads to the expression of hereditary character

Ok I borrowed

that from a book

Let me tell you

when you disregard

your parents

that you exist

because of them

and they

because of theirs

ad infinitum

in the big

scheme of things

u r a particle

of dust

living

on a huge rock

hurtling through space

rotating around

it's own axis

like it has

done for

billions of years

Yes I too

started like that

and nearly 7 billion

 others

that identify

themselves

as human

realise that

when u start

wondering

how beautiful

and unique

you are

How it is

possible

that u can become

the one

that makes

a

difference

know your place

realise your potential

and never forget

that greatness

has small

beginnings

when you

can grasp that

tell me again

that I know

nothing

and cannot ad

significantly

to your

existence

First know

u

know

God

and know

life

before u

utter

your nonsensical

tirades

My wish

for you

is that you

become

what you

were created to be

May peace and love

be with you forever

little one

forever

amen

doulos

I know

During any year

you can do a survey

at universities

and be astounded

at how few students

master a difficult subject

like chemistry

and yet some

attain distinctions

The same goes for

people "knowing" their

Bible or Holy book

My Mother in law

is a devout Christian

and is in the process

of reading her whole Bible

for the third time

I know people that

follow Islam can recite

the Koran from memory

Some Christians

are obsessed

with "knowing"

their Bible

and can quote Bible verses

ad infinitum

The question is however

how much of it

do they really

grasp and understand

We have concordances

and summaries

and analysis

of every minute

detail of our

beloved Book

trillions of man hours

later and we still know little

simply because

we cannot agree

on certain issues

based on our own prejudice

The problem is

our diversity

and our uniqueness

Holy books are inspired

by forces beyond us

Mere knowledge

does not suffice

in "understanding"

them

We need intuition

and insight

as well

We need wisdom

and we need

indwelling

by the forces

that "planted"

"The Word'

Even the Bible

says

For false messiahs

 and false prophets

 will rise up and perform

 signs and wonders

so as to deceive

, if possible,

 even God's chosen ones.

IF POSSIBLE

That is our

saving Grace

Some will not

be misled

The trick my dear

friends is

that we should have

a solid

and longstanding relationship

with the author

of The Word

Not the ones who

scribed it

the One

who inspired it.

So who

do you trust

to imbibe

this

crucial knowledge?

One day we

shall know

and until then

we shall Trust

we shall Believe

we shall

have Faith

Peace and love

be with you

my brothers and sisters

Forever

amen

doulos