Month: December 2016

Drama, Theatre and Film – Micia De Wet

Drama, Theatre and Film – Micia De Wet The world of theatre and film has for the most part been undervalued and underappreciated in South Africa, especially when compared with the European culture of the industry. I then came across Micia, and asked her if she would be willing to share her passion for arts and culture with us. How did your interest in drama and stage productions come about? When I was nine I knew what I wanted to do, and it was all about the rush and adrenaline of being on stage, and that is what I...

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Bernard’s answer

Bernard’s answer By Johannes Adriaan Snyman It was one of those peaceful evenings again. Outside the farm house, the hot humid air filled the heart of every living creature, and the low-veld quietness would have overwhelmed anybody taking a stroll in the moonlight. The energy inside the homestead however proved to be quite the opposite. At least to Bernard Langford that was. Bernard found himself at his writing desk in his bedroom, putting forth every attempt to write a letter which was due for some time now. His attention was with the light hearted conversation at the dining table though. The voices were that of his uncle and aunt stopping over for the night on their way to Swaziland. Accompanying them was two missionary friends of theirs, Johan and Magda, who thought it wise to make themselves at home in Bernard’s residence for the duration of the evening. By entertaining his tiresome, almost unwanted guests for the most part of the afternoon, Bernard felt that he fulfilled his duty and retired to his room for a while before dinner. He couldn’t evade them for too long, as the dishes were being brought in and to make the guests wait would have been very rude. From what he heard, the conversation ran in the lines of interesting places to visit in the area and the missionaries work as evangelists closer...

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Coffee cups

Coffee cups By Johannes Adriaan Snyman In life, there are just certain things a man needs to hide. Especially in this part of the Eastern Free State. Like for instance your neighbour’s cattle that incidentally came strolling on to your farm as a result of a broken fence down by the poort. Or perhaps the collection of Martini-Henry rifles, taken from the Kakies in the Anglo-Boer war, now buried under a poplar tree not far from your home. According to the law these rifles are still government property but few of us farmers here in the Clocolan district agree with the new government or their policies. If it were up to us, we would still be fighting the English. I figure the only reason we didn’t go over to conquer Britain is that we are not interested in an island where the farms are the size of our own backyards. I, on the other hand did not feel the least bit of remorse about my stubborn neighbour, Pieter Wiese’s cattle on my farm and I felt even less guilty about the English rifles that I had taken. I was however, ashamed about the fact that next to me, in my voorkamer, sat a very lovely and splendid looking lady by the name Susan, and I could not even offer her a cup of coffee. The reason for my predicament...

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Meisie van Clocolan

Meisie van Clocolan By Johannes Adriaan Snyman It was at a time when quite the whole world was expecting a miracle. The British had lost many a solder in the war, and the Afrikaners seem to have lost their President in a country not so close to the republic as they’re thoughts would allow them to imagine. Yet I couldn’t help thinking about the yellow leaves falling down from the poplar tree by the broken hedge, landing as if to cover up all the sorrow and bitterness, which was so integrated with being part of the Boer nation. It was then that I saw the first and only tear, running down the cheek of a young lady, whom few people was ever delighted to see. Christo Le Roux and I both had farms in the Lydenburg district, however after joining the commando at Lydenburg, it was not as profitable to return to our farms as it was after the first Boer war. Most of the burghers understood the impact of military conflict and sympathized with us, some of them themselves not being able to return under the circumstances. Yet I knew that if Christo only had taken care of his workforce like the rest of us boers, that is with a whip and a veldtskoen kick ever so often, as was custom, they would have kept his farm intact,...

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The conversation

The conversation By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “I have said it all you know. I have seen it all too!” Those were the words Bernard Langford was ranting at the thought of the current literature going about, telling people how and what life ought to look like. He just finished reading Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina and reflected on how most entertainment flourishes on romance, and that in reality romance could never amount to anything more than just an illusion. Bernard might have had very different reflections on such matters, were it not for a few recent and unfortunate events he found himself intertwined with, shaping his views dramatically on the nature of these subjects. “The reason why the modern day Afrikaner don’t struggle with these sort of issues could most easily be explained by the total and utter lack of intelligence,” Bernard continued. “The sum total of the inner conflict within an Afrikaans speaking Boer starts and stops with Afrikaans grammar. If a person cannot even properly read and write in his home language, how can one expect that very same man to read the works of Tolstoy, Dickens and Shakespeare, and on top of that expect from him to understand it all?” The early morning heat was thoroughly setting in on the mining town of Barberton, and one would not have been wrong to suspect the high humidity as culprit...

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