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To welcome the Arrival of a Baby,

a Christening or Birthday

this makes a wonderful

one-of-a-kind personalized gift…

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Ruben Voorbeeld



My Valentyn

Ek’t rondgesoek en oraloor

Gespook, gekrap… dit half verloor

Ek’t her en derwaarts, heen en weer

Gewonder wat ek moet begeer

Ek’t oor en oor getob, gevra:

Wat wil jy hê?  ’n Nuwe (bloedrooi) bra?

Sjokolade in ’n pienk kardoes?

Of dalk ’n speelding van www . xxxwoes ?

’n Hartjieraam vir daai nuwe portret

Waarop jy jouself ge-photoshop het?

’n Regte egte blinkleer paar stewels?

Of dalk ’n stelletjie cubic knewels?

Ek weet, ek weet, dis nié hoe dit werk…

Maar Valentyn maak my gewoonlik ’n effe beserk

Net oor ‘hy’ glo dat ek al die dae in die jaar

Tog reeds bewys van sy (ewige) liefde ervaar

En my altyd bederf, sonder dag of okkasie

(Kersfees is hy “Santa” – en Paasfees my hasie 😀 )

Hy nou gladnie verstaan dat ek kan verwag

dat hy my kaalg@t by die huis moet inwag

Met ’n pyl en boog en ’n bossie rooi rose

Want hy reken mans is seker die grootste klomp eeeehhhhmmm d….

Om te dink dat 2 dosyn blomme en ’n boks sjokolade

’n Man sal red uit sy Manwees bravade…

Dus sal veertien Februarie steeds kom en gaan

En die helde sal sneuwel – nie één sal bly staan

En ek’t nie verniet gewik en geweeg

Hoe om Valentyns met SY kredietkaart te pleeg.



Beyond the Blue

The irony was what hit me first. The irony of countless facebook status updates during the past few weeks, that read something like this: “Suicide Prevention Week…” – and added to that, a whole paragraph or two of blah-blah’s about being a caring human being, who will support and is available apparently 24/7 to anyone suffering from depression and / or contemplating suicide. It ends with  – DO NOT share this status, but copy and paste it; as well as putting every FB-friend on a guilt-trip if they didn’t bullying them into believing they are heartless human beings should they decide not to post this to their status bar.
Here’s why:
Not one single human being; not one Facebook friend; not one sharer or copy-and-paster; – NO-ONE saw this coming.
Oh, in hindsight, we can all ‘see’ the signs. Afterwards we can all pinpoint the countless posts referring to, or at least broaching the subject albeit showing the symptoms of joy de vivre literally flowing from one previously seemingly cheerful and lively human soul.
It left me shocked, at the very least; and that’s putting it mildly. Not one? No-One? Not even one single friend (let’s suppose that of all our ‘real’ friends registered to Facebook are actually our Facebook friends too and they account for probably between 25 & 50% of your “friends’ list”, which include, parents, siblings as well as other close family, it is quite a shocker isn’t it?)
To think that this person felt that she had absolutely no-one to confide in. Or to call. Or to ask. Or to tell. And to think that no-one saw any signs (except in hindsight)… when we hear from the close friends and family : “Mind you, she did become withdrawn… She didn’t eat/sleep well lately… She didn’t go out much anymore… She declined all invites. She hasn’t been her usual self for a few months.”.
I’m addressing this subject, because I lost a friend to the dreary darkest blues beyond blue, many years ago. We’d had a date the previous day. Yes, she was in a sad place in her life at the time. Yes, I knew that she needed to talk and what some of her issues were. Yes, I lent an ear; pep-talked again (as so many times before); promised my support (and certainly meant it); told her I loved her (like I do with all and any of my friends who are comfortable enough to allow me to do so.)
We hugged. Again, in hindsight, I believe she hugged me just a little bit tighter, a little bit longer the day we said our last goodbye.
Less than 24 hours later she had succumbed to the blue and had taken the step of ending her pain. Left behind were loud screams of “Ag, NO!” and “Why?” and afterwards many people (including me) who were left silently questioning their influence or meaning (if any)  on her life and how many of us may have  ‘aided’ her (unconsciously) to the same towel, she had just thrown in. By not being able or in a position to lift her up.
The survivors of a suicide never stop questioning their impact or lack thereof on the victim.
But wait!, you say… Who is (are) the victim(s)?
And not at all minimizing the pain and agony felt by the person behind the suicide, the pain and distress the ones left behind go through, is immeasurable and infinite.
The sad part is, that the victims that are left behind, doubting their credibility. As friends. As parents. As partners. As humans.
And life stretches out infinitely in front of the other victims of suicide – the ones left behind. Questioning. Exhausting every single possible “What if I?” “Maybe I could have” “I should have”…
Who am I to criticize a suicide? Then again, who am I NOT to criticize a suicide when it affects me to my innermost core?
When you kill, whether it is someone else or yourself, you don’t only kill one person. You don’t merely and only kill yourself by suicide. You kill whole families and relationships and circles of trust. You kill principles and integrity and self-worth. And spirit.
And when you’ve crossed the rainbow bridge or entered the realm of peace you so desired, the path behind you is strewn with the shadows of dead spirits you have destroyed in the process of ending your own pain.
Having said that – I am so tired of clichés, though :
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem”, is a response from people who have absolutely no idea if the problem that drove a person to attempt or succeed at suicide was temporary or not. Obviously if the problem didn’t at least seem permanent, no-one would see suicide as the only answer.


 So, here’s me… left with no answers. Again. With a whole lot of questions. Again. Without hope of ever determining whether I could have, should have, would have…. if only I were approached by the sufferer.
Then again, would I, in all honesty, really believe the sufferer , IF I were approached with a direct forewarning of their plan? And what would or could I do, to prevent such? Well-meaning folk like me are usually ill-equipped in successfully performing any kind of therapy – and a sufferer of the blues beyond blue is usually under no illusion as to who, if anybody, can save them from their wretched existence, financial burden, poisonous relationship, or just ‘plain old’ (with all due respect) dreadful depression.
See, not one suicide I am personally aware of, was ever preceded by a threat of such. And each and every successful (oh the irony!) suicide, I have ever dealt with, has caught me unawares and reeling in shock – sometimes years later… still searching for answers and truths.


Beyond the deep dark bitter blue

Where lie hides everything that’s true

Where sunlight dare not shine too bright

And shadows steal last hope of sight.

Beyond the blue there lies a dream

Which beckons in a silent scream

Which pledges pure and perfect peace

 Where pain and fear of failure cease.

Beyond the blue where shy souls hide

Beyond the blue where tears are dried

You’ll find souls searching for their due

May yours find peace – Beyond the blue.



Iemand Stop Die Aarde!

Iemand Stop Die Aarde!



My ouma het altyd gesê: don’t ever let your tongue outrace your brain… nevermind your body!


Ek het niks teen opinie nie. Niks teen mense wat ‘n standpunt inneem nie. Ek het self ‘n paar (klein horde) opinies. Maar DOEN tog iets met daai standpunt anders bly dit ook maar net (leë) woorde.

Kyk, niemand sê jy moet stilbly oor onregverdigheid nie. Maar terwyl jy so tekere gaan vra jouself dié een vraag: Wat doen EK – of issit nou wat DOEN ek – enigsins midde-in al die onreg?

En nee, dan praat ek nie van nog ‘n Facebook-group ‘join’ of ‘like’ nie. Dis netso min doen as om vir my virtuele sjokolade te stuur. 🙄

Ek was op SHOUT se website :

Ja… ek weet nog steeds nie regtig WAT hulle doen nie. Hulle laaste “PRESS” update was in Junie… lees gerus die laaste nuusbrief gedateer: 2 Junie 2010 😯 Jip, jip JA!!!!! 2 Junie!!!! 2010!!!

Vir ENIGE ‘aksie’ of beweging om suksesvol te wees moet jy bietjie meer DOEN as PRAAT, reken ek… nevermind SKREE 😕

Ek haal aan:

“According to the Chairman of the SHOUT Foundation, Yusuf Abramjee, SHOUT is ready to make the first donations: “Since launching the campaign and receiving revenue from the SMS campaign and SHOUT song downloads, there is a 60-day period before money donated through the SMS download mechanism filters through to SHOUT.  In addition to this, important auditing processes need to be completed and all donations need to be reconciled before they can be allocated in June,” he says.”

“All the processes described above are being put in place to ensure the best interests of the Foundation are protected, which is critical to the future long-term success of this initiative.  “SHOUT is not just a six-week marketing campaign, but is rather a culture with a legacy, which will become a safer way of life for all South Africans,” says Abramjee.” 🙄

Ek weet nie hoe ‘besig’ SHOUT op FB is nie – hoe ingelig hulle ‘members’ is nie, hoe gereeld hulle status opgedateer word en in hoe ‘n mate hulle nou al die donasies aangewend het nie – maar dis hartseer dat so ‘n moerawiese positiewe en ‘legacy’ inisiatief nie in 365 dae (ok, dis darem nog 8 dae voor ‘n hele jaar om is) na die uitreiking van ‘n vorige nuusbrief ENIGIETS nuuts en positief het om uit te basuin nie? Of vra ek as wetsgehoorsame SA staatsburger alweer te veel – naamlik: waarvoor hét julle my R40 nou al aangewend?

Skuus dat ek hier so relaas… maar ‘n paar jaar terug het ‘n paar kunstenaars die “Stop die Moorde” veldtog met ‘n groot hoo-haa afgeskop. Solidariteit het tot ‘n ‘van’ gesponsor vir die hoofkunstenaar Adam Tas. Ek het twee shows bygewoon. By nie een van die twee is die moeite gedoen om te adverteer nie. By die een in Brits was daar meer kunstenaars as mense in die gehoor… Die hele aksie het in die hek geduik. Dalk moontlik is ledegeld ook nog daarvoor ingespan… Wie vra? Niemand nie! Hoekom nie? Want jou kans om ‘n straight-forward eerlike antwoord te kry is uiters uiters skraal.

Hoe sê die gesegde so mooi: twee monoloë maak nie ‘n dialoog nie…

maar ja, ek is goed g@tvol vir mense wat baie praat – en nee ek praat nie nou van Steve Hofmeyr nie – of jy nou daarvan hou of saamstem of nie – hy dóén darem wragtig nog iets en lewer baie gereelde bydrae met inisiatiewe – maar weet jy wat is opvallend? Die “Ditsem” kommentaar – die “you go Steve!” – die “Vertel hulle ou maat!!” – die bl!kemmers wat ja-en-amen, maar nog nooit self soveel as een bydrae kon lewer met ‘n pva (plan van aksie) of at least ‘n nuttige FB group wat meer om die lyf het as ‘n LIKE knoppie!

Wat is dit wat ons almal so stomslaan? Nee, dis ook nie waar nie. Wat is dit wat ons almal so reg en rede gee om ons standpunte en opinies uit te basuin en ons energie dan in so ‘n mate op die redekawel en geskree te verbruik dat dit ons letterlik en figuurlik lam lê?

Van die os op die esel… ek kyk Sondag American Idols – en ek wil kits daarvan – wat is dit wat 100 000’e+ (dorps)mense in die VSA laat opruk na die “Welcome-Home” party van ‘n Idols finalis en in Suid-Afrika kry jy nie 100 mense bymekaar vir ‘n ondersteunings/belangegroep by ‘n hofsaak vir brutale redelose (volksmoord) slagoffers nie?


Mexico City, 1968 Summer Olympics

Out of the cold darkness he came. John Stephen Akhwari of Tanzania entered at the far end of the stadium, pain hobbling his every step, his leg bloody and bandaged. During the race he had fallen, badly cutting his knee and dislocating the joint. Rather than quitting, he got up from the fall, bandaged his leg and continued to run. The winner of the marathon had been declared over an hour earlier. Only a few spectators remained. But the lone runner pressed on.

As he crossed the finish line, the small crowd roared out its appreciation. Afterward, a reporter asked the runner why he had not retired from the race. He seemed confused by the question. Finally, he answered:
“My country did not send me to Mexico City to start the race. They sent me to finish.”


SHOUT – ek verwag nie dat julle ‘n misdaad moet oplos nie, maar julle het ‘n reënboog-groep mense in julle midde wat tog sekerlik met elke bevolkingsgroep van hierdie land kan identifiseer en kommunikeer? Is dit te veel gevra om meer as EEN KEER PER JAAR julle stem dik te maak oor misdaad? Veral moord, strafbare manslag en verkragting. ELKE KEER. Maak nie saak wat die kleur van die slagoffer is nie.

Gaan skree (SHOUT) by elke hofverrigting. Skree ten hemele daaroor. Nooi al wat leef en beef uit daarheen. Adverteer elke veldtog (daar behoort omtrent 5 per week te wees – en dis ‘n konserwatiewe skatting) – met die teenwoordigheid van ten minste EEN van die kunstenaars wat op die video sy stem laat hoor – en gee die volk so geleentheid om hulle misnoeë met die situasie luidkeels uit te druk. As julle volhard, behoort die volk deeglik bewus te raak van julle erns en self betrokke te raak.
Een of ander tyd sal die regering, die howe en die res van die nasie begin besef, dat ons wel kan saamstaan – maar met ‘n groep soos julle vooraan is ek bevrees is ons maar steeds net ‘n klomp skape ter slagting.

 SHOUT – Julle het die resies begin hardloop. Julle het etlike derduisende mense se finansiële ondersteuning gekry deur die verkope van ‘n CD ‘single’. Voltooi nou die resies, toe?

Of: Hou op skree – want die kranse gee lankal nie meer antwoord nie… (alhoewel iemand tog sekerlik steeds royalties/tantieme verdien op die video/liedjie wat steeds uitgesaai word 🙄

In die Nuusbrief van 2 Junie 2010 onder andere:

Over 110,000 fans have pledged their support for SHOUT on Facebook, with SA fans signing on at an average rate of 1,500 new fans per day during the first month. This is one of the fastest growing Facebook groups in South Africa. – Has there EVER been an initiative of ANY kind whatsoever in the past year on the SHOUT FB page, that calls on ‘fans’ to have their voices heard at ANY event against crime? Or ANY notice that indicates their involvement, yet states their ‘fans’ poor response?

The huge demand for SHOUT branded merchandise such as T-shirts, wrist bands and bumper stickers will be met over the next few weeks.  Members of the public are encouraged to keep visiting the SHOUT website – – to find out when and where these will be available. – I have checked in a few times in the past year… 🙄 Nada merchandise 😦

SHOUT, the civil society anti-crime movement led by prominent South African musicians, artists and celebrities will make its first cheque handover at the end of June. “SHOUT’s message has hit all the right notes with South Africans and their unprecedented response is beginning to bear fruit. We are hoping to make the first presentation, to assist in the fight against crime, shortly,” the SHOUT Foundation said in a statement. – Has it? Really? Which organization was the first lucky recipient of the cheque to assist in the fight against crime?


Mr Busy…




A tiny little bit of  male-bashing-cynicism of sorts 😉

I wrote & composed it before I was able to teach the man a lesson in time management :mrgreen:


The busy man is never wise and the wise man is never busy ~ Lin Yutang


Met groot waardering: Whoopsiemaaikietjie  x


A Real Man…



Donald Trump, Richard Branson, Bill Gates & Gordon Ramsey ‘eternalized’ in a song :mrgreen:



That, mein Herz, makes you the One, the Only, Real Man in my life


Dierbare Whoopsiemaaikietjie – duisend dankies!! x

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