By Chestlyn Draghoender Dai curse moet gabriek wôd; Die een met sy kloue all over jou lieewe moet gabind wod. Met sakke en al moet hy ytgasmyt wod, lat hy plat op sy gat val. Want mens kannie jaa in…
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Ek blame almal
by Chestlyn Draghoender Ek blame ie man, wat skanne bring, en nie sy pote vi homself ka hou nie. Ek blame ie pastor, wat vooskryf dat sy moet vashou, moet vasbyt ter wille van hulle huwelik. Ek blame ie kerk-broes…
Deep Waters
by Chestlyn Draghoender Sometimes when I think of you my body trembles; not with fear or shame but with anger. Sometimes when we speak of you, I cannot fathom how a man can be so cruel – your face too…
Fatigue
by Chestlyn Draghoender When some things go missing, I usually look for them. But not today. These two men are like boys. Running around, chasing snakes. This wakes the baby. Fatigue Has no mercy on a person’s soul. It…
Luckiest Man
by Chestlyn Draghoender I remember the day I glanced at her. She was young Yet mature for her age. She went for a walk. I followed my beauty, Caught up with her, Greeted her with charm and confidence. The response…
