I deplore queues, if there are 3 trolleys in front of me at a supermarket, chances are I will abandon my shopping. When it comes to elections I somehow take it in my stride. This post was written in a notebook during my 4h 30 min wait to cast my vote yesterday at Parkdene voting station. It was a long …
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COPE POETRY
Filled with a sense of expectation I wrote the following poem the day before the November convention. The winds of change rustle the bushveld. Pregnant clouds herald a storm. Parched earth thirsts for fresh life. African sun prepares for new dawn Acacia woos the weary To rest in her spring clothed shade The dove sings in soft tones that peace …
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