My Diary July2013 onwards

Milestones

 

So I reached a milestone

 

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I should feel elated

be happy

and "chuffed"

but I am not

because I realised

long ago

that life is a journey

it will take us

wherever we

wish to be

I also learned

that it

is no use

rushing ahead

blindly

as if we know

where we are

going

We do have

a choice

we can create

our life

we can shape

our destiny

How we get

there

is entirely

up to us

If we are scared

to explore

new possibilities

try new

things

we will stagnate

and stall

it takes

courage to leave

a well paying

career

and you often

rue that decision

but time teaches

you

there is more

you can achieve more

you can do more

those who dare

those who share

those

who care

find out

that the possibilities

are infinite'

Madiba sat in jail

for 27 years

he is old

and his life

is coming to

an end

or is it?

Many years from

now

he will still be

remembered

for his

humbleness

for his conviction

for his

forgiving nature

and yes

he will

be remembered

for his struggle.

so I shall take

passing each milestone

without fanfare

it is not my

destination

it is just a marker

Peace and love be with you

my dear brothers

and sisters

may your journey

take you

to fulfilment

to joy

amen

doulos

 

small steps

 

 My Lovely

What is your number
A female colonist wrote
asking how many
did you bed
in your lifetime
Most men will lie
and add a few
women too
will subtract a few
three digits
that is all I shall tell

You talk like Marlene Dietrich

 And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

 Your clothes are all made by Balmain

 And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

The youngest my first
just 14 me only 17
"Brown girl in the rain...."
her favourite song

 

You live in a fancy apartment

 Off the Boulevard of St. Michel

 Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

 And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

The oldest 57 me 30
Duelling banjo's
B and O Hi Fi
Chandeliers
World wise
socialite

 You go to the embassy parties

 Where you talk in Russian and Greek

 And the young men who move in your circles

 They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

Red Wine

My first commitment
Blond bombshell
both journalists
Married naked
under a waterfall
eloped
my first child
ran off
with a younger man
after 9 years

 But where do you go to my lovely

 When you're alone in your bed

 Tell me the thoughts that surround you

 I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

My second commitment
First rugby world cup win
brown Beauty
adventure
soul mate
my second child
still going
after 17 years

 I've seen all your qualifications

 You got from the Sorbonne

 And the painting you stole from Picasso

 Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

My first share
she 16 me 43
Passion
adventure
two loves
found a man to marry
after 6 years

 When you go on your summer vacation

 You go to Juan-les-Pines

 With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

 You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

 

 And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

 With the others of the jet-set

 And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

 But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

My first true love
both 18
She "Tweety"
me "Daddt"
"Glass houses" Billy Joel
"my" "first" child
Quimby
yes I know
Christina
one day she
will call me Daddy
disappeared
when I was
doing Military duty

 But where do you go to my lovely

 When you're alone in your bed

 would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you

 I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

My first prostitute
Swazi
Hillbrow
Two roasted Chicken's
dropped her
at Swaziland Border

 You're in between 20 and 30

 A very desirable age

 Your body is firm and inviting

 But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do.

My first Cheat
bosses Wife
older than me
She lured me with honey
I fell like a bee
and confession
guilt

 Your name is heard in high places

 You know the Aga Khan

 He sent you a racehorse for Christmas

 And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

First night stand
Irish and crazy
Moved in
Moved out

 They say that when you get married

 It'll be to a millionaire

 But they don't realize where you came from

 And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

My first threesome
Maybe foursome
they young
me mature
they all
loved me
Me a glutton
insatiable
strawberries and cream

 But where do you go to my lovely

 When you're alone in your bed

 Tell me the thoughts that surround you

 I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

 

My first Intrusion

I raided

"Die Koek Blik"

scaled the walls

ended in her bed

never got caught

 I remember the back streets of Naples

 Two children begging in rags

 Both touched with a burning ambition

 To shake off their lowly brown tags, they try

 With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

 You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

My first deceit

I am a child

she experienced

should have known better

hurt bad

 

My heart broken

Best time ever

nude on the beach

she left to buy me

a Christmas present

I left after she died

in a car crash

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

 With the others of the jet-set

 And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

 But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

I get invaded

a Hotel in Cape Town

woke up with

a warm mouth

down south

 

 Your name is heard in high places

 You know the Aga Khan

 He sent you a racehorse for Christmas

 And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

I repay kindness

And fulfil

her wildest fantasy

giving is always

pleasurable

No my friends I am not bragging

I remember all their names

or names they gave themselves

I shared my body and my passion

and lost a little bit

of myself

every time

It enriched my life

and made me poorer

I hurt many

with my wild ways

and drunken tirades

Not once did I rape

Not once did I

brutalise

I understand

the Song of Solomon

I understand

the way of a dove

and the motion

of a snake

They say I know a lot

that I am intelligent

and yes I do

 

 

 

 I know where you go to my lovely

 When you're alone in your bed

 I know the thoughts that surround you

 `Cause I can look inside your head.

Love and peace be with you

my lovelies

forever

Amen

doulos

 

 A Spade

 

Political correctness

is a communist plot

Calling a spade

a shovel since 1835

the wokas

comrades

tenderpreneurs

economic freedom fighters

and all of them

sipping whisky

and champagne

communisme

A French word

Now it is

part of our landscape

Laddies of the night

the oldest profession

whores

hoes

or sex workers

 Like a bandit she lies
 in wait and multiplies
the unfaithful among men
is what the bible
says about them
Our "Democracy"
allows abortion
promotes "safe" sex
allows children
to sue their parents
treats criminals
better than citizens
The difference is
the high percentage
of staunch communists
warming parliamentary seats
yet if they
stood as a party
they will amount
to very little
I don't want
to talk politics
that is not my "thing"
I see a society
that has lost
it's values
it's morals
that wants to
sugar coat
all ills
with fancy words
politically correct words
That corrupts
the youth
Theft becomes
taking
Assault becomes
protecting oneself
Rape
is loving her
A King
that smokes pot
is living the natural way
Cannabis
Tetrahydrocannibanol
is addictive
and a killer
period
That is why it
is prohibited
it is dangerous
We know
we "lost"
our Son
through this "Herb"
Now these
"Wise" men
want to legalise it
Ask South Koreans
how social
North Korea is
They even flee to China
to escape the
oppression
of the communists
The ideals
of Karl Marx
fails every time
all across
the globe
and yet
the masses
finds its
promises of shared
wealth alluring
in the end
only a few are
equally wealthy
and the rest
starve
"Some of my
best friends
are communists"
is as hollow a statement
as
"Some of my best
friends are black"
The point is
my dear friends
is that
what the struggle
was about?
to capitulate
capitalism
and replace
it with
socialism?
You be
the judge
I hate Politics
I am
a humanitarian
peace and
love be with you
mu brothers and sisters
forever
amen
doulos

 

 Long Liver

Our Sangoma in Chief

Is right Alcohol is

a killer

when abused

He is wrong

that banning

advertising

will curb alcohol abuse

lessons could be

learnt

from the failed

prohibition

in Europe

and in America

I want to

suggest

a self-help

rehab drive

I now Rehab works

booked myself in

stayed dry

for three years

The stigma

attached to rehab

and the fear

of being labelled

Hi I am John

I am an alcoholic

sends shivers

down my spine

it can be beaten

it can be overcome

If you have the will

and by the

Grace of God

you can live

a normal life

without

being a victim

Lost two

friends

directly through

alcohol

They literally

drank themselves

to death

We know the causes

we know the symptoms

we know the cure

Rehab is expensive

and not always

successful

So Minister

and I say it

with due respect

Why not teach

people how to cope

and give them

a roadmap

to a self-help

solution

just saying

peace be with you

my brothers and sisters

may this scourge

never touch

you or your

loved ones

Amen

doulos

 

 

 For Keeps

 

 

Three incidents

A drunk, a druggie

and a thief

in a space of two weeks.

made me realise

once more

people do not care

beyond their own needs

Firstly a innocent

four year old girl's

last words

"I will be  the Ouma

and will die today

and you must cry."

came true

when a car hit

her on the sidewalk,

where she was playing

The driver raced

away but was

caught

He was so drugged

he di not

realise he killed

an innocent child.

Then Yesterday ,

working on my

computer .I heard

a loud bang and

the power was cut

I found the cable thief

sitting on the pavement

with sever burs

surrounded by an

angry crowd

tormenting him.

I do not think he

survived

Then last night

a loud bang

Three cars

involved in an

accident

in our street

The guilty party

a young guy

drunk out of his skull

disappeared

During all of these

incidents

more than one

race group

were involved

and the gawking

crowd

was mixed as well

yet nobody really

cared or tried

to give

meaningful assistance

Some individuals

tried to help

and then

left.

it was not really

their problem

Though the perpetrators

were not

 the

cream of society

The victims

and themselves

were all human

just like you and me

We judge

we fret

and then

we walk away

carrying on

with our lives

and Sunday

we go to Church

we are good people

Those three

were guilty period

and will probably get

what  they "deserved"

death and Jail time

Who am I my

brother and sister

to judge

can we throw

the first stone

with a clear conscience?

have we sacrificed

our Humanity

at the altar

of selfishness?

Tough Questions

no easy answers

irrespective  of

our race, sex

ethnicity or culture

do we still care

about our neighbour

could we love

our neighbour

irrespective of

their social status?

I count myself in

into the We I am

writing about

Then I think

of Agape

and I stand

ashamed

I Thank

the Almighty

for Grace and Mercy

and I pray

to be granted a grain

of compassion

for my fellow man

lest I am

the one involved

peace and love be with you

my brothers and sisters

Forever

Amen

doulos

 

 

Terra Firma Fish 

 

 Remember Lucky Sindane?

He was the "white boy" who

believed he was abducted

 by black people.

Lately there are a lot

of stories in the media

about white folk

in black Townships.

In Mamelodi, In Hilbrow

and in Alexandria,

where our Pres., handed a

RDP house to a white family.

You may well ask

why the hype?

Can a black family

adopt a white baby?

Will the child be Ok?

Our societies

still suffer from

severe prejudice

and blatant racism

We still stereotype

race every day

I shall be jubilant

the day that

all people

can live freely

wherever they choose

Am I a hypocrite

suffering a guilt attack

because I

"supported" Apartheid?

I was once accused

of that by

a radio personality

who turned out

to be

one of SA,s worst

racists.

This is however

not about me.

I am the fat

dude with unkempt

hair holding

the little

black girl

This is a

complex issue

with no easy answers

when Mandela

walked free

I moved into

a flat in

Reiger Park

and stayed there

for two years

and there

were others

with the same

pigmentation as me

who did the same

White trash?

I hear some say.

Well my friend

I dined with Presidents

I hob knobbed

with the cream

of society

by virtue

of my chosen

profession

many moons ago

So I may be

"White" trash

in your estimation

That is not the point

The point is

You can only

know a people

If you live

intimately with them

when you suffer

the same injustice

and the

same depraved

environment

that they are

forced to endure

So I list my hat

to those brave

families who

practice what

they preach

They follow

in the Revolutionary's

footsteps

They follow

in the footsteps

of Jesus

"Blasphemy'! I

hear the outcry

Yes my dear friend

in His day

he was a Revolutionary

 Viva  Comrade
Jesus, Viva!
Long live!
Go read
"Die Boer
 in die Kasie"
elsewhere
 on this blog
and  you shall
know fist hand
that I walk
my talk
Viva
Peace and love be with you
my brothers and sisters
Forever
Amen
doulos
 

 

 Digging deep

 

 

Read a story this morning

about illegal Zimbabwean miners dying

in an old mineshaft

in Primrose .

I was late to get

Krissmonne to school

it was bitterly cold

and nostalgia struck.

a mother and two

little children

walking to the

station in Dunottar

A place thus described

by Google

"A populated place"

It was bitterly cold

we were freezing and

yet it was not the

end of the yourney

Caught a bus at

Dunottar station

to Nigel Station

The railway line between Springs, Nigel and Heidelberg was opened on 18 October 1935. Until then, the nearest railway station had been Kaydale; situated five miles from Nigel on the main line between Johannesburg and Durban, and all transport had been conducted by ox wagon, horses or cars.

Then on to Heidelberg Station

And then the walk

to town, where Mom

worked at a Dairy.

The final leg was

with a three wheeled

milk delivery bicycle

First stop the military base

The delivery man

knew the chef who would give

me coffee to

warm my half frozen hands.

He would then drop me

at school.

Here I am taking my child

to school in an

air-conditioned SUV

Mine and stations

part of our lives

it seems

 

In 1888 the State President Paul Kruger declared Nigel as a public digging under notice no. 331 and since then the history and development of Nigel are inseparable from those of the gold mines. The town was little more than a mining camp until 1923, when the control of the town was passed into the hands of a Dorpvillage. The first meeting of this council was held on 2 January 1923. The Sub Nigel mine had, in the meanwhile, come into existence and proved to be the riches gold mine in the world

The Afrikaner in

South Africa knows both

and intimately so

The poor Afrikaner

was uplifted by

the Railways and Mines

Notwithstanding History

They survived and still do.

Yes we were poor those days

My Father died young

and because the Church

he served, did not provide a pension,

we were left to our own devices.

That is altogether another story.

so why Am I

writing this?

Again Gold features

Uncle Bob abuses his people

they flee to South Africa

and dig up old

mineshafts to survive.

Transnet replaced the

Old South African Railways

and they are a major employer.

The Mining Industry

is targeted by Unions

for redistribution

and EFF vows to

hasten the process.

 

We the people

rich and poor alike

need to stand up

and refuse to be undermined

and oppressed by a few

who control the purse strings

or surely this country

will sink back

into the muddy waters

of our past.

Yes it is cold my

fingers are stiff from it

and I struggle to

tap my keyboard.

I do not forget the past

but I live for the future.

There are enough  riches

underground and enough

infrastructure above ground

there is enough goodwill

and enough innovation

in our diverse population

to make South Africa

 a huge success

A place where all can

live freely and safely

if only we

have the will.

ask Madiba

before it is too late

and he shall agree.

let us not forget

what brought us

to this day

and build on it.

our Actions will

lead the way.

Peace and love be with you

my brothers and sisters

Forever

Amen

 

Bo(y)(ooi) 

 

 So the Royal "pom"boy

was born

Heaven forbids that

we must hear

and see every sordid

detail.

From his first fart,

and who knows

about the future

of the royal foreskin.

in Africa these little

things

like foreskins

matters

As you can see

I am not a British fan

being Afrikaans and all

Eventually, there were a total of 45 tented camps built for Boer internees and 64 for black Africans. Of the 28,000 Boer men captured as prisoners of war, 25,630 were sent overseas. The vast majority of Boers remaining in the local camps were women and children. Over 26,000 women and children were to perish in these concentration camps.

The above says enough

Is it politically correct

to call him a boy

at all

it could be construed

for something 

that sounds familiar

Booi

Now if you live in Safrica

you will know

to evade that word like

the Rinderpest

The garden person

is sometimes called

the gardenb....

in less "civilised"

households

It irks me

that thousands of babies

are aborted even

as I write this

Thousands are

suffering malnutrition

and this little blighter

"who fell with his

little royal backside

in the proverbial butter"

is made a fuss  off.

If Camilla was one of

the first people I had to

see in my life

I could not be blamed

for having psychological

problems in later life.

Imagine calling her Granny

As for the little

 royal foreskin

will it make Sotheby's

when it gets

the chop

or will it stay

intact

My British friends

must pardon my Bias

and "hate speech"

it is not

intentional

it is hereditary

Some of my best friends

are Royalty : )))

even if they smoke pot.

I am not as bad

as Uncle Bob

up North

who imagines

 invading

that pesky little Island

I mean ,Broadly speaking

they are Poor on Manners,

Gentlemen they certainly

are not, Out is Out

and finish and klaar

On a serious note

my heart goes out

to the millions

of babies on African soil

that are born into poverty

sometimes amidst war

who have a bleak future

if any future at all

let us pray my

brothers and sisters

 that those less fortunate

babies across the globe

will find mercy and love

and nutrition

Let us stand up

and do something

about it

peace and love be with  you

my brothers and sisters

Forever

Amen.

 

First

 Surrealist Photography by Katerina Bodrunova

So Vavi tripped over

his penis.

So did King David

and King Solomon

and many men

throughout history

they succumb

to the lure

of the forbidden

Once you cross

"the Line"

it seems that

everything is possible

Once you cut

the strings of your

conscience

and "set it free"

it arrests you

and traps you

in a space

where you perish

What if ?

Adam and eve

did not sin

God dwelled

with them

in paradise

and their nudity

was undiscovered

in their

innocence

Did they do IT?

probably

we were

created that way

It was disobedience

not sex

that tripped them

ever since then

mankind

frowned on nudity

and "sex"

became the

ultimate "sin"

yet we marry

we procreate

as we were

hardwired

to do

If your "conscience"

allows you

you may have

more than one

partner

Some churches

justify it

and even

advocate it

and they use

the Bible

as their reference

we were meant

to love

we were created

that way

we confuse love

with a feeling

we succumb

to dopamine

addiction

it feels good

it makes us

feel good

and then

we rue it

We ,man ,woman

and child

belong to God

who will fetch his

"Bride," us

that also goes

for the alternative

"genders"

I believe

it is all

spiritual

the day that

our earthly body

perishes

we become

truly free

spiritually free

and we can

finally attain

peace

Live in love

Love God

your neighbour

and yourself

it will set

you free

and detach you

from your sex

organ

Love and peace be

with you my brothers and sisters

forever

Amen

doulos

Ramkiki

 

 

 

Op my ou ramkiekie met nog net een snaar

speel ek in die maanskyn deurmekaar

As die maan my aanhoor en die sterre knik

dan speel ek kordaat voort in my skik

Wat gee ek om mense wat sê ek's mal

as die varings my aanhoor by die wal?

Wat om my vrinde wat nooit nie verstaan

as die sterre my toeknik en die maan?

Op my ou ramkiekie met nog net een snaar

speel ek in die maanskyn deurmekaar

 Yes I must be a bit crazy

(so I shall write Afglikaans.)

Always was

will always be.

I was different

and though

I am a Volbloed Afrikaner

I never took part in Volkspele

I hardly read Afrikaans books,

Unless the school required it

My Interests were

different to that

of most of my friends

Was never interested

in politics

Some called me a rebel

die swartskaap

van die familie

n probleemkind

I dared to be different

I still am

So they say

I am a Loose canon

do not be fooled

my friend

This Canon is

firmly anchored

and shoots straight

and accurately

I do not care

what people "think"

about me

or even if they think

about me at all

I was mostly a loner

had few real friends

had more female friends

than males

I do not fit the

Macho Image

but do not mess

with me

or you shall

find out

I am as hard as nails

I am as soft as chalk

I am as sharp as a needle

and as blunt as a mallet

Those who tried

to mess with me failed

because they cannot

fathom me

Why am I writing this?

I am tired of

emotional blackmail

period

May love and peace

be with you my

brothers and sisters

Forever

amen

doulos