“He is coming undone,” Barry said, taking a sip of his tea from the plastic cup.
“You what, mate?” John asked who just entered the leisure room at The Old Dairy.
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Klaradyn By Johannes Adriaan Snyman If a young gentleman found himself to be a passenger in the front seat of a dark green government truck, slowly driving from Pretoria in a westward direction, he would have come to a small town by the name of Duikersdrift. The young...read more
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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...read more
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...read more
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...read more