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13 Mei

Studente moes ‘n kortverhaal skryf, in so min as moontlik woorde, met die volgende onderwerpe ingesluit: Godsdiens, Seks en Intrige.

Die wenner was:

Goeie Hemel, ek is swanger…wie is die pa?

Wat glo jy?

13 Mei

Oom Douwe het die volgende aan die kinders voorgelees, skaars twee weke voordat die tragiese moorde plaasgevind het.

Gepubliseer deur Success Motivation Institute – Author – Anonymous

I Believe

I believe in the greatness of the individual, and that I am in this world for a purpose, that purpose being to put back into life more than I have taken out;

I believe in the integrity of other people, assured that they try as hard to follow the gleam, as I do;

I believe in the gallantry of older people who’s seasoned experience and steadfast devotion has preserved for me the precious heritage of the past;

I believe in the magnificence of the past, knowing that without its stored wealth I would possess nothing;

I believe in the challenge of the future, fully realising there will be no future except if it becomes alive through me;

I believe in the contagion of health, and that I can speak it through cheerfulness, wholesome habits, sensible expenditures of energies, and wise use of foods;

I believe in the nobility of work as the creative expression of the best within me, and as my share in easing the common load of all;

I believe in the enrichment of play and laughter as the means of cleansing my body of staleness and my soul of bitterness;

I believe in God, who justifies all these beliefs, He is the still, small voice within, ever urging me toward the unattained. Since He cares for these things, I believe that even death cannot steal these precious possessions from me;

And whatever more I believe is entwined in those precious feelings that lie too deep for words.

Wat ek verder glo is dat alles met ‘n rede gebeur. Somtyds kan ons nie dadelik die rede verstaan nie. Somtyds wil ons die wapens gryp en alla chainsaw-massacre die wêreld invaar. Somtyds wil ons skree en vuurspoeg om uiting te gee. Somtyds wil ons alleen wees. Somtyds wil ons omring wees deur mense. Somtyds sit die knop in die keel. Somtyds wil ons lag. Die mens is nie gebou om ‘n ongekompliseerde wese te wees nie.

Somtyds moet ons terugsit en net ‘n bietjie dink. Slow down cowboy, stop and smell the roses. Die situasie is dalk bietjie ironies, die stukkie dalk bietjie naief, maar dalk is die boodskap bedoel on die wêreld in te gaan.