There’s a slithering of a stream like a tongue that spills into a crystal-clear river accumulating with a small tumbling waterfall. The air is crisp and damp, but we don’t care. It leaves a dew […]
Soprano high whistles direct traffic from narrow, stone-slabbed streets. There’s a screeching of brakes and honking of horns, but our taxi driver is undeterred. Afterall, it’s just another hectic mess of organized chaos for him […]
Grandfather’s wise words to live by. *The main image is an old newspaper advertisement found tucked in the pages of grandfather’s dairy.
Die Stem: Ons sal antwoord op jou roepstem. Ons sal offer wat jy vra. Ons sal lewe, Ons sal sterwe jou Suid Afrika.