Juju, ek wil ‘n plaas hê…

Ek het pragtige woorde gekry vir ‘n ou bekende Afrikaanse Volksliedjie. Dit is soos volg. Dalk kan ons dit as deel van “verwerkte Afrikaanse Volksliedjies” sing

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Watse plaas my Kameraad
Wil jy dalk ‘n Melkplaas hê
Nee Juju nee
‘n Melkery die wil ek nie…
Want vroeg opstaan die gaan ek nie
Wat my sal plesier
Is ‘n plaas vol koringbier!

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Watse plaas my Kameraad
Wil jy dalk ‘n Beesplaas hê
Nee Juju nee
‘n Beesteplaas die wil ek nie
Want drade span die gaan ek nie
Wat my sal plesier
Is ‘n plaas vol koringbier!

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Watse plaas my Kameraad
Wil jy dalk ‘n Wynplaas hê
Nee Juju nee
‘n Plaas vir wyn die wil ek nie
Want wingerd snoei die ken ek nie
Wat my sal plesier
Is ‘n plaas vol koringbier!

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Watse plaas my Kameraad
Wil jy dalk ‘n Wildsplaas hê
Nee Juju nee
‘n Plaas vol bok die wil ek nie
Want baie werk die soek ek nie
Wat my sal plesier
Is ‘n plaas vol koringbier!

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Wat se plaas my Kameraad
Wil jy dalk ‘n Graanplaas hê
Nee Juju nee
‘n Plaas vol graan die wil ek nie
Want oes en plant verstaan ek nie
Wat my sal plesier
Is ‘n plaas vol koringbier!

Malema ek wil ‘n plaas hê
Watse plaas my Kameraad
Soek jy dalk ‘n Sitrusplaas
Nee Juju nee
Op ‘n Sitrusplaas werk jy jou vrek
As die trekker staan en die damme lek
Laat die Witman liewer boer
Ek bly lekker in my shack!!!

Bedanking: Dankie aan Chris wat die aan my gestuur het!

The Hero we carry inside.

I believe that within each of us there resides a hero.

We might not always be privy to his or her existence at the time that we most need to believe that it is there, but life has her own special way of always making sure that everything will work together for the greater good.

We don’t understand how the gears that make the karmic wheel turn work in their entirety, there are unwritten laws known only to the universe.

What we do know is that karma is blind to education, colour and breeding – and to everything else for that matter.

Karma is fair in her own eyes, even when we don’t understand the things that are happening, or even why they are happening.

All things are transient in this life. It manifests and dissolves in the ebbs and flows of time. Nothing is permanent in its nature. Wood and metal decay. Flesh decays…

Happiness and heartache are equally fleeting measured not against our twenty four hour timetable, but the eons and eons in which time has existed.

By the very nature of the universe they do not last for very long. I’m not saying that they are not necessary, quite the opposite actually.

For us, as men or women, to grow character we must experience these joys and sorrows. Whether we grow in character or not depends on how we carry ourselves during the time of crisis, or difficult times if you wish to call it so.

It’s not about how we struggle to succeed. It’s not about the ‘prize’ at the finish line, nor the accolades that comes with success. It all depends on only one thing.

On how we finish.

Have you been able to keep that essence of kindness, your belief in grace, and the kindness of others? Have you kept the ability to care about the one who has nobody to lean on?

If you manage to fight your war, and not become numb to the suffering of others because of your own, and have not turned into a hating being because of the thorns you encountered on your own journey.

Then, and only then, have you won the battle. And in doing so earned the right to meet that ancient wisdom.

The hero inside of you.

Blou Bulle

Sê iets goed…

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