It was strange to see.
He then joined Scarface in the front and we drove off.
As I sat next to Anubis.
His words repeated in my head.
I killed him.
I killed her father.
I shot Simoné's dad.
Yes you did.
Lord have mercy on me.
iv
We stopped in front of a huge church.
We were now more towards Rondebosch.
It was completely dark on the church grounds.
It was creepy to be here.
They carried Mr D up a few stairs and took a left.
They headed towards a.
Cemetery.
I didn't go in.
I didn't like cemeteries.
Last and only time I have been to one, was for Daddy's funeral.
Seemed like a few people were put in boxes against the wall too.
I went back to the bakkie.
Georgie came to fetch Anubis.
He didn't say anything.
I couldn't not go and see him be buried.
I went up the stairs behind Georgie.
The church looked gigantic.
We marched more towards the edge.
Closer to the fence.
I saw the police station.
I panicked.
If they see us.
I will end up in jail for sure.
What will happen to Mommy.
I failed Daddy.
I did.
He told me to take care of Mommy and I didn't.
I should never have taken that stupid pouch.
Uhm.
It is entirely all your fault.
Yes.
Yes, it was.
End of Conscience.
Whisperers
And the self and what proportioned it and inspired it with depravity or taqwa, he who purifies it has succeeded, he who covers it up has failed. (Surat ash-Shams: 7-10)
In the above verses, Allah declares that He has inspired the self with depravity (to act in a sinful manner, to disobey, to deviate, to lie, to turn away from righteousness, to stir up trouble, to decline in good manners). The opposite is taqwa (awe or fear of Allah which inspires a person to be on guard against wrong action and eager for actions which please Him). It is this very conscience that makes man guard against evil deeds and find the right way.
https://harunyahya.com/en/Daily-Comments/14492/allahs-inspiration-to-every-man
Blue Bulls Company staff get behind the Get Your Pink On campaign
A host of Blue Bulls Company staff took the lead at Loftus Versfeld today by getting tested for skin and breast cancer at a Mobile Health Unit provided by the Cancer Association of South Africa (CANSA). The Get Your Pink On Campaign officially culminates on 2 June when the pink dressed Vodacom Bulls will host the DHL Stormers at a sold out 50 000 seater stadium.
https://www.getyourpinkon.co.za/2012/05/30/blue-bulls-company-staff-get-behind-the-get-your-pink-on-campaign/#.UQ6kVGe3mZQ
The Roof
Sherwynne and Simoné
Sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
27 March 2012
You are looking for trouble.
Do you think she will ever want to talk to you again.
If she should find out, you can forget it.
Turn around.
Go home.
What if they are here.
Go back!
Now!
Sherwynne, I love you.
Sherwynne, I do.
I walked slowly through the front gate.
Their house was one of the more luxurious.
Quite boastful.
Could tell they had money.
Told you.
You're wasting your time.
Go home!
I walked slowly along the pathway. I always enjoyed being here with Simoné when we were younger. The fennel sweet around us. She and her delicate ankles. She once dared me to play spin-the-bottle with her and a few of her friends.
I said no, but Simoné didn’t want to hear a thing.
Girls are funny indeed.
And Simoné was full of surprises. I enjoyed her. She was one of my favourite people.
And back then, my only real friend.
But to me, she was more than just a friend.
She was however with André Valentine.
Umf.
Ha-ha-ha.
But after that January 22, 1991, there was no way that I could be around her anymore.
I couldn’t let her know.
Find out what I had done.
She will if you don’t turn around now.
Dammit!
Go home!
I knocked on the door.
It opens immediately.
Disgusting!
That horrendous smell.
I can’t stay here.
I told you!
Go home!
"Sherwynne! You came." Simoné stood in the doorway. Very excited.
Beautiful.
With that smile that hit you for a homerun.
Well.
Say something.
"Hello, Simoné," I said uncertainly.
Simoné's hair was loose and straight down.
It was a little lighter than I remember, more the colour it used to be in the sunlight.
The chilly weather in Cape Town didn’t seem to bother Simoné.
She wore a tight skirt that showed off those legs for days. Thighs that just begged to be touched. One could see Simoné went to the gym or something. Those delicate, petite ankles still captivated me. Her toenails were painted all sorts of colours; she was wearing sandals.
Give her a compliment.
I hesitated.
"You... you look beautiful." I swallowed and looked down.
"Thank you," she says, smiling broadly as she sways side to side.
"Come'. Mah is sitting in the kitchen. Come say hi to her. She will be delighted to see you."
Simoné went to stand next to her grandmother who sat at the kitchen table. She was peeling potatoes.
The delicious aroma of biryani filled the air.
"Mah? Look who’s here?" Simoné takes something out of the refrigerator.
"Praise be to God. Este'huizen! Handsome, handsome, handsome! My goodness! Come here you lovely thing and give your aunty a peck." She looked as if she was near tears. Tears of joy. At the sight of me.
I stepped forward uncomfortably. She gave me a wet kiss on my mouth and held me tightly against her. I could smell she had taken medicine.
"Hello, Mah Jacobs. How are you?" I tried to smile, but I was uncomfortable.
I did not know what to expect.
Simoné may never know.
Maybe she would then never speak to me again.
"What a sight for sore eyes! Huh, Moné? "She glanced at Simoné and immediately back at me.
Simoné smiles shyly and continued with what she was doing.
I could feel my cheeks go warm.
"So gorgeous! Always thought your pale head will become darker, but not. Still as white as when you were a child. "She looked at me still with the happy face.
Made me even more uncomfortable.
Here the people were excited to see me and all I wanted to do is run.
Relax.
Mah Jacobs rinses the peeled potatoes and throws them into the pot on the stove.
She turns to look at me and smiles again.
Simoné brings me a glass of juice and goes to stand next to her grandmother.
Mah Jacobs takes a bottle of cough syrup from her apron pocket and takes a spoon from the drawer.
"This is how it goes, handsome," she swallowed a spoonful of the syrup and puts the spoon in the sink.
"Just pills, specs and fake hips when you're as old as I am. That's life for you. "She coughs slightly and then comes to stand in front o
f me. She takes my face in her hands.
"So good to see you, my child. If only I was a bit younger. "She kisses my cheek, then rubs with her finger where she kissed me.
"These red cheeks." She smiles broadly.
The grey rings one could clearly see around the greenish eyes.
"I’ll let you kids be. Mah is tired and needs to rest. Moné, please keep an eye on the stove. "
She rubs my cheek one last time and then disappears down the hall.
"Let's go sit in the lounge." Simoné is out of the kitchen, me right behind her.
Could not help but stare at her voluptuous figure. Those calves were sexy; that ample behind.
I could smell trouble.
Big trouble.
Darn.
Why did I come.
ii
I was very uncomfortable on the very comfortable sofa.
Moroccan no less.
Simoné tight against me.
Lord, please be with me.
Sherwynne, I love you.
Sherwynne, I do.
She smelled lovely.
I got hints of apple.
Squirts of lily.
Lotus.
Sensual.
Feminine.
As she went to and fro across my lap, as she shared pictures of her family, white musk and exotic wood,
Intoxicating.
Glamorous.
Tough.
Just like Simoné.
She must have had it really hard.
I was selfish.
I only thought about myself.
But what about Simoné.
What must it not have done to her.
The day after 22 January 1991, she didn't even come to school.
I shuddered.
She showed me a picture of her father, mother and grandmother; I remember I couldn't swallow.
I saw the image in front of me.
As if I was there.
Back then.
With him.
Anubis.
Blood.
Like a river due to the heavy rain.
All down the drain.
Oh, Lord, please forgive me.
Forget about that.
Focus.
"I've got a surprise for you." That smile that hit you for a home run.
"What... surprise?" I didn't like surprises.
Relax.
"Close your eyes." Simoné's whole body shook with excitement.
I couldn't help but take in those ample beauties that shared in the moment.
That cute mole.
She always said moles represented royalty.
Something about our ancestors, the Khoi-Khoi.
Those luscious, full lips.
Shimmering with deliciousness.
I never noticed Simoné's eyes were so bright.
Like layers of velvety caramel chocolate.
Against that vanilla complexion.
Simoné always made me feel strange inside.
Now she did more than just that.
Darn!
I don't like surprises!
"Come now. Close those alluring peepers." She winks.
Hesitantly, I did as she asked.
Last I saw were those beautiful white teeth.
Suddenly.
Gently.
She touched my hand.
Sensually stroked her finger all along my palm.
Slowly up my arm.
Till it made all my hair stand on end as she went all the way to my neck.
Soft hands.
Gave me real goose bumps.
But I didn't move.
What was Simoné up to.
Relax.
How am I supposed to relax.
Her breasts were almost in my face.
I could smell her breath on me.
Both my ear and neck.
Cranberry juice.
Both her arms were now around my neck.
Then I felt as she stroked my palm one last time.
She closed my hand into a fist.
Kissed it.
Softly.
"You can open those emerald flecked, amber orbs of yours." She said laughingly.
I didn't need another invitation.
I was stressed.
Could she see the sweat.
Darn!
Why did I come here.
I should have stayed home.
Rather with Thurston to Ratanga Junction.
Scare myself out of my wits on that Cobra roller coaster.
Anywhere but here.
I didn't want Simoné to hate me too.
I already lost too much.
Forget about her.
I looked for Simoné's beautiful face.
The broad smile immediately made me feel better.
But uncomfortable, I was more than ever.
"Aren't you going to have a look?" Simoné bit her lower lip and gestured to my neck.
I looked down.
However did she manage that.
It was a necklace.
Glass heart on a black string.
Inside the heart, was a four-leaf-clover.
Why would Simoné want me to have this.
"It's for good luck." Soft and velvety.
Husky and naughty.
"Do you still remember it, Sherwynne?" Again Simoné looked desperate.
Did I mention that I don't like surprises.
Here it comes now.
"It's part of the glass ball you made for me. That day you gave Georgie a hiding that he would never forget." She smiles, but then tenses up.
"Do you remember?"
How could she ever think that I would forget.
Simoné's surprise.
Cost me lots of blisters and cuts.
But for my beautiful Simoné, it was all worthwhile.
iii
I looked at the glass heart.
It curved slightly.
However did Simoné manage to get it into this ♥ shape.
"I thought Georgie destroyed it all?"
Simoné still seemed tense.
She crossed her arms protectively across her ample chest.
She took me in with those chocolate drops of hers.
Filled with questions.
What was bothering Simoné.
"I had all the pieces. Luckily it was wrapped. In the newspaper?"
She smiled at me.
Definitely a home run this time.
I smiled embarrassed and looked down.
Sherwynne, I love you.
Sherwynne, I do.
"I tried everything. Superglue. Even tried my home-kit nail-technician acrylic. Even if I had a Harvard degree, I couldn't get it back together. That piece was all that made it through the rain of Georgie's jealousy towards you. His hatred for what you are."
She smiles and sighs softly.
As if she is reminiscing.
"Why did you make it for me? I mean the glass ball with all the four-leaf-clovers?"
Those caramel-layered-candy-irises curious.
Now I was really distressed.
That day I was already nervous.
Very very nervous.
Now she wanted me to explain.
That is the thing with surprises.
I don't like them at all.
Uhm.
"Uhm." I cleared my throat and looked into Simoné's beautiful windows to the soul.
They were bright.
The pupils large.
Simoné didn't wear any make-up.
Her lashes were full and long naturally.
Beautiful, dark Goldilocks-asters.
Uhm.
I swallowed nervously and began.
That's em!
"I wanted to give it to you for Valentine’s day."
I looked quick in Simoné's direction.
She appeared less tensed and more excited like before.
Rela
x.
"I wanted to ask you to be my Valentine."
Broad show of enamel.
"Even if you already had André Valentine." I smiled too.
Uhm.
She hits me with a hard fist against the shoulder but she smiles.
"I couldn't wait till Valentine's day, that's why I wanted to give it to you that January."
Easy peasy.
Sherwynne, I love you.
Sherwynne, I do.
I looked shyly at Simoné.
"André and I were just friends. The meth got to him."
Simoné looked sad.
"I see him now and again. Looks worse than a scarecrow."
She was worried about him.
"Let's not spoil our fun. Forget about André."
Suddenly she tenses up again.
I should make my move now or all will be lost.
I was however much more nervous than before.
My shirt was slightly wet and clung to my back.
Before she could start talking, I excused myself and slipped into the restroom.
Driving Miss Daisy are we.
How much more of this.
I locked the door.
I told you.
You don't want to listen.
All the secrets will come to surface.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Handsome, devil.
Oh, yeah.
Sherwynne, I love you.
Sherwynne, I do.
Are you seriously going ahead with this.
If she finds out, you're minced meat.
Goodbye, Simoné.
Are you prepared to risk it.
Try.
I splash some water on my face.
Dry it off.
Took a last glance into the mirror.
Handsome, devil.
Yeah, right.
Get a clue.
She's going to say no.
Try.
I walked out of the restroom.
Break a leg.
I walked nervously back to the lounge.
Simoné got us some snacks.
Mah Jacob's special batch of Little-Mi cookies.
They helped me to relax.
Simoné was once again tight against me.
"Sherwynne, there's something I need to..."
"There's something I want to ask you." I interrupted her rustling velvet notes.
I looked into those captivating, dark, bright layers that just drew me in.
Mesmerizing.
"I.. I was...wondering if you will go...with me...to Newlands this weekend. The Bulls are playing the Stormers?"
I looked awkwardly down.
"Great!"
She almost deafened me.
"I got a tight Stormers jersey for my birthday and I have been waiting to show it off."