'n Geruime tyd al loop ek met so ongemaklike gevoel van ek hoort nie. Maak nie saak waar ek is nie, dit voel ek is nie op my gemak daar nie. Die tipe gemak van my eie nessie / hoekie / veilige plekke ... en ek weet daar is 'n paar mense in my lewe … Continue reading Ongemak.
Ek sit hier in Vida Café in Paarl ... met 'n Double Meia in 'n klein koppie. PJ Morton speel in my ore. The Piano Album. 'n Outomatiese glimlag versprei oor my gesig. Sommer so vanself. Borrel oor my lippe sommer so van binne af. Die mense om my dink seker ek is van my … Continue reading Vanselfglimlaggies
Someone said this to me this morning.It wasn't meant the way it felt.Like a stab.Like I was being accused of being lazy.Like I didn't want to work.Like somehow I don't need to work.Line 3 to 6 is me internalising it ... It reminded me that we have to be cognisant of what we say and … Continue reading “Some of us need to work”
Over the past few weeks I have been starting very slowly to sort my books and papers. I have also found that my Dad has kept ALL my music - choir, vocal, piano, clarinet. I am grateful for this. Going through each box and pile reminds of the things I have played and events, concerts, … Continue reading Forgotten. Remembered.
Mens praat mos nie van geheime nie ... dis dan geheime. Dis vir my altyd oulik dat sommige kinders teen 'n sekere ouderdom vra mens moet vir hulle geheime vertel. Ek glimlag gewoonlik en dink ... ai, kinta! as jy maar net weet die geheime waarmee mense soms rondloop. Sjoe! Om so onskuldig te bly! … Continue reading Geheime
