Hi julle Ek is maar 'n plein outjie v/d kaap se vlakte.Het groot geword in 'n gemeenskap en kultuur waar TAAL 'n mengelmoes is van baie dinge.Maar het later 'n liefde vir afrikaans ontwikkel.Ek het besef dat ek myself baie beter kan uitdruk in die...
Strandloper die anoniem... My siel die skrywer - lewe die boek. Kopiereg - G. Metrovich
Vir die eerste keer deel van 'n skrywers webwerf en 'n groentjie boonop
Wel my afrikaanse vriende, hier is ons nou almal saam in 'n pot van ons wonderlike taal. Mag ons taal vir altyd bly leef, en mag ons altyd vir ons taal leef!
deur Rachelle du Bois
As she sat down on her suitcase, despair almost overwhelmed her. The events of the past week should have prepared her for something like this – this old house with this overgrown garden in this godforsaken little town in the eastern Free State of South Africa, which was left to her by a grandmother she had not known existed. But as she steadily began uncovering the secrets of her granny’s and her mother’s past, she found her destiny here, irrevocably linked to her smouldering neighbour, Julian du Toit. He'd made a promise to her grandmother that he fully intended to keep.
