The Iris Magazine 2011

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SQUASH B TEAM SQUASH C TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Siobhan Hall, Alexia Doeg Back Row (L-R): Taryn Gerber, Samantha de Hart, Ashleigh Chapman
Front Row (L-R): Shannon Pullock, Mrs J de Sousa , Tania Lagoa Front Row (L-R): Priyanka Nagar, Caldi Roberts, Sharon Eagle

SQUASH D AND E TEAMS SQUASH GRADE 9 BEGINNERS
Back Row (L-R): Keshia Ling, Giselle Fourie, Kendall Simon, Samantha Back Row (L-R): Annie Oppler, Crystal Dick, Cindy Cherry, Angela Dick,
Black, Tunisia Carrim Nicole van Zyl, Shivani Chetty
Front Row (L-R): Tegan Mouton, Mrs J de Sousa, Monica Blignaut Front Row (L-R): Sibongile Masemola, Puseletso Mothoa, Ms M Buchel,
Farah Joosub, Avantika Bhardwaj

SQUASH GRADE 8 BEGINNERS
Back Row (L-R): Mignon van Zyl, Kaitlin Studer, Alexandra Pashkin
Front Row (L-R): Brigitte Winterstein, Rachel Glass, Ms M Buchel,
Niharika Bhardwaj, Canzonette Malherbe

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The much anticipated swimming season of 2011 has been a to and management of the A Team this season was excellent.
truly unforgettable experience. It started off with the School We hope to see many more excellent results from Girls High’s
Championships, a gala known for its challenging programme Swimming Team under your management for years to come.
of consecutive events. It was then followed by the vibrant Nadine Kotzé
evening of the Pretoria High School for Girls Inter-house Swimming Captain
Gala where ladies from all ten houses got into the water to
showcase their swimming talents for the entire school. A 2011 Swimming Results
hearty congratulations go to Connaught for taking the cup.
All weekly galas proved to be a huge success for the A Team in Results of Pretoria A Inter-high Gala
both Pretoria and Johannesburg. At the St Mary’s Splash Gala 1. Menlopark 340
the A Team managed to obtain a phenomenal second place 2. Crawford 338
with the help of the girls from Auckland Park Primary School. 3. PHSG A 334
The National Girls’ Aquatics Festival was hosted by Oranje 4. AHM 292
Meisies this year in Bloemfontein. All swimmers swam their 5. Cornwall Hill 257
hearts out and the weekend away proved to be one filled with 6. DSG 249
fun, laughter and enjoyment. 7. Willowridge 163
Congratulations to all the swimmers and teachers for 8. Hatfield Christian School 142
completing the Midmar Mile. It is always a true Girls High 9. Oos Moot 132
experience of sisterhood and camaraderie. The Pretoria A
League Inter-high was particularly exciting this year. Thank Results of Johannesburg Premier Girls’
you to the cheerleaders for their wonderful performance and Inter-high Gala
support. The A Team swam their best to be placed third against 1. St Andrews 306
strong competition and in the B League Inter-high, the B Team 2. St Mary’s 304
placed an outstanding second and the C Team, close behind, 3. St Stithians 222
were placed fourth. Along with the support and 4. PHSG 188
spirit of the Grade 8’s, the A Team managed 5. Holy Rosary 172
to obtain a commendable fourth place in the 6. Kingsmead 133
Johannesburg Premiere League Gala held 7. Brescia House 124
at Ellis Park in March. Congratulations to 8. Parktown 81
Natalie Maritz for qualifying and attending
both Level 3 and the Youth Nationals this Pretoria B League
year. 1. Hoërskool Garsfontein 342
Last but certainly not least, we would 2. PHSG B 323
like to say thank you to Mrs Albertyn 3. AHM B 310
for managing the B Team this season. 4. PHSG C 271
To Mrs Campbell-Atkins, thank you for 5. Menlopark B 269
accompanying the A Team to Johannesburg 6. Hoërskool Montana 252
every week and a special thank you to 7. Hoërskool Overkruin 250
Ms Dorlas whose commitment 8. Sutherland 219

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SWIMMING A TEAM
ABSENT: Hayley Elcombe, Alex Skeen, Hannah Ryan
Back Row (L-R): Muniek Swart, Sasha-Lee Gush, Taryn Kotze, Danielle Moulton, Melissa Langley, Kayla Greger
3rd Row (L-R): Kelsy Taljaard, Rouam Matcham, Kylann Robbertse, Alexa Robinson, Natalie Maritz, Brogan Black, Mariska van Rensburg
2nd Row (L-R): Michelle Swanepoel, Tové van Zyl, Monique Barnard, Chelsea Hayes, Lucy da Costa, Jemimah Smith
Front Row (L-R): Lauren McAlister, Cassandra Kastner, Nadéne Kotzé (Captain), Ms S Dorlas, Li-Bonné Swart, Sasha Lordan,
Robyn Murphy

SWIMMING B & C TEAMS
Back Row (L-R): Devin Oelofsen, Emma Dives, Anita Landsberg, Roxanne Bräsler, Paolina Rosa, Serah-Ingrid Smedsrud, Lauren Venter
4th Row (L-R): Kaylah Mascini, Alexa Gioia, Michelle Revolta, Heather Muller, Bianca Dicker, Jade Ashmore, Kathrin Gioia, Jeanne-
Marie Theron
3rd Row (L-R): Isa van Zyl, Laura Russell, Hannah Ryan, Samantha Black, Kirsten Coetzee, Anke Kühn, Ingrid Benadie
2nd Row (L-R): Jordan Netherlands, Tatiana de Aveiro, Danielle Roux, Brittany Mann, Amber Crouse, Mmabatho Mashiane, Ashleigh
van Zyl, Erin Bacsy
Front Row (L-R): Nomhle Mashego, Rachel Glass, Ms S Dorlas, Ingrid Lambert, Cammy Trollope, Mrs M Albertyn, Marie Malan,
Sophie Hinitt

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‘Do you know what my favourite part of the game is? The in Durban, coming sixth. Thereafter at the FNB All Girls’
opportunity to play.’ - Mike Singetary Schools’ Festival in East London we came fifth out of ten
‘Tennis is never work for me; tennis is fun and the tougher the schools from across the country. The Eunice Derby Day was
battle and the longer the match, the more fun I have.’ - Jimmy challenging but very exciting. Eunice seniors were too strong
Connors. for our Senior Team, but our Junior A Team won and our Junior
This is the attitude I have noticed in every PHSG Tennis B Team drew. The juniors played in the annual Liezel Hüber
player this year. It is because of this attitude that every girl Tournament and came sixth after three long days of tennis.
has grown from strength to strength and has taken her game Unfortunately, the traditional Valentine’s Mixed Doubles
with PBHS was not possible. A British school, Bradford
to the next level. Grammar School, came on tour to South Africa which was
At the end of last year, Girls’ High Tennis sadly had to great fun. The joyful afternoon gave us an opportunity to
say goodbye to a very strong matric group of players play good tennis, learn about each other’s cultures and make
but our coach, Tarryn Terblanche, rose to the international friends.
challenge to maintain the standard of tennis at The PHSG family is evidence that Tennis begins with love.
PHSG. She showed the girls that the difference Even though there are days when it feels as if the serve was
between the impossible and possible lies in a invented so that the net can play, the girls always put a smile on
person’s determination. We are privileged their faces and they keep fighting.
and honoured to have a coach who is in the Michelle Bettman
South African Team and still puts in many Tennis Captain
hours daily to improve PHSG Tennis. TENNIS 1ST TEAM
If asked what Tarryn’s favourite
word is at any practice, ABSENT: Kiara Maher
one would reply, Back Row (L-R): Bergen Massyn, Caley Pillans
‘CONSISTENCY!’. Front Row (L-R): Chantel van Vuuren, Ms T Terblanche (Coach),
Yes, consistency has Lauren Barnes
been the main goal of the year and WOW!
it has helped. Consistence conquers all
else. Many girls can now comfortably hit
one hundred plus shots in a rally. This is
proof of the improvement. Well done,
ladies!
The change in the structure of squads has
also made a difference. The eight Senior
and Junior Squads were split into squads
consisting of different levels, allowing for
individual assistance for everyone.
We had an eventful year starting straight away
with the North Gauteng School League. The
girls made their school proud with their superb
sportsmanship at all times. Then our First
Team took part in the St Mary’s Festival

TENNIS 2ND TEAM TENNIS 3RD TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Michelle Bettman (Captain), Karla du Toit ABSENT: Ashley Grimsell
Front Row (L-R): Andrea Grimsell, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Sianie Jenkins Back Row (L-R): Nadine Hetzler
Front Row (L-R): Rachel Blew, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Kathrin Gioia
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TENNIS 4TH TEAM JUNIOR A TENNIS
Back Row (L-R): Tamra Golob, Kaylee Benkenstein Back Row (L-R): Isabella Chela, Krisanka Redelinghuys
Front Row (L-R): Olivia Lofthouse, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Kendall Simon Front Row (L-R): Chantel van Vuuren, Ms T Terblanche (Coach),
Michelle Roux

JUNIOR B TENNIS JUNIOR C TENNIS
Back Row (L-R): Annebelle Bettman, Saskia Redelinghuys Back Row (L-R): Alexa Gioia, Kirsty Gibson
Front Row (L-R): Meeghan Scheffer, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Brittani Korb Front Row (L-R): Marlise van Tonder, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Isa van Zyl

JUNIOR D TENNIS JUNIOR E AND RESERVE TENNIS
Back Row (L-R): Lucy da Costa, Sharon Ellman Back Row (L-R): Mignon van Zyl, Megan Pieterse, Megan du Preez, Sinazo
Front Row (L-R): Tamryn Tomez, Ms T Terblanche (Coach), Ariami Joubert Magadlela
Front Row (L-R): Vishakha Prasad, Maudie Loffstadt, Ms T Terblanche
(Coach), Brigitte Winterstein

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VOLLEYBALL 1ST TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Nicole Camara, Chantelle Fekete, Jenna Rossi, El-Jean du Preez
Middle Row (L-R): Mapula Maponya, Tanya Ludik, Kelly Johnson, Lucia Miller, Ashley Gandy, Mpho Biko
Front Row (L-R): Monique Smalley, Ms B Cass, Vanessa da Silva (Captain), Ms C Mdletshe (Coach), Nthabiseng Chabedi

‘Many of us are more capable than some of us... but none of bonds with their team mates and just have fun.
us is as capable as all of us’ – Unknown In July the First Team attended a clinic held at
The Volleyball season started off quickly with our first school by our coach in preparation for the ISSA
tournament being held at AISJ in October 2010. The girls Volleyball Festival held in Mafikeng from 5 – 7
played their best, with the 1st Team being placed second in August. The girls played their hearts out and never gave up.
the Senior Section and the U16A Team coming first in the In the end we were placed third overall. We also won the ‘Best
Junior Section. At the beginning of February the Grade 8 Fair Play’ female team and one of our players won the
Clinic was held for all the new and enthusiastic Grade 8s. best female blocker of the tournament. Everyone
Here they learnt all the basic skills needed to play this definitely made me proud and I am so honoured to
great sport. say that I was a part of such a successful team. Thank
Throughout the first term PHSG played various you to all the coaches and teachers for everything that
teams in round robin matches, held at they have done for Volleyball this year.
PHSG, Jeppe Girls and Fourways, as part To all the Volleyball ladies, but especially the 1st Team,
of their league games. The 1st Team I want to thank you for making this year unforgettable
made it into the semi-finals where they with the memories, laughs and crazy moments! You
beat Fourways Girls’ First Team in ladies undoubtedly have a special place in my heart – not as
a nail-biting match. PHSG then went on to win the teammates or friends but rather as sisters.
league by beating Jeppe Girls in the final match. Thank you to Ms Cass for her dedication and support and to
In April we held our second ever Volleyball Camp, our special coaches.
where the girls were able to mingle, form stronger Vanessa da Silva
Volleyball Captain

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VOLLEYBALL U19B TEAM VOLLEYBALL U19C TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Sisa Manzini, Tshego Pooe, Folake Olukunle, Khutso Letsoalo Back Row (L-R): Tlami Matshego, Tiffany Bouman, Gina Botha, Sabrina James,
Front Row (L-R): Andressa Rodriques, Ms B Cass, Chelsea Den Heyer, Ms C Joanne van den Berg
Mdletshe (Coach), Maya du Plessis Middle Row (L-R): Denise Kabugujjo, Lehlogonolo Mohale, Bernadette Lowe,
Leenette Hadebe, Bridget Uys, Raquel Dos Santos
Front Row (L-R): Masego Raseroka, Cassandra Kastner, Ms B Cass, Joseline
Nkhomo, Mrs Y Eloff (Coach), Caldi Roberts, Andrea du Toit

VOLLEYBALL U16A TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Sabrina Colley, May Khalaf, Angela Dick, Nicole Katsouris
Middle Row (L-R): Bontle Moatshe (Captain), Boitumelo Mokone, Tshegofatso
Khampepe, Clemmie Sepeng, Charissa Camarinha
Front Row (L-R): Gabriela de Sampaio, Reneilwe Motlana, Ms C Mdletshe
(Coach), Catherine Georgiou, Thando Ndwangu

VOLLEYBALL U14
Back Row (L-R): Lerato Thabane, Princess
Ndola, Amy-Leigh Goldman, Anastasua
Papavarnavas, Anna-Mart Potgieter, Jeanique
Strydom,Candice Gunn, Chené van Heerden, Tina
Kondouli, Phumzile Gubanca, Leigh Sardie
Middle Row (L-R): Lilita Gcwabe,
Leandra Tavares, Teboho Molelekeng, Magali
Kiabilua, Priyanka Ramnath, Vhoni Radzilani,
ThandiThwala, Ofentse Pheme, Tumi Letebele
Front Row (L-R): Natesa Devan, Merveille Luis,
Vhuiwa Neluvhalani, Nadia Rossouw, Mrs Y Eloff,
Daphney Maponya, Shocky Shai, Paballo Mangala,
Vuyiswa Modisane

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WATER POLO 1ST TEAM
Back Row (L-R): Marissa Bester, Nadine Boshoff, Chévonne Bräsler, Heynieke Brits
Middle Row (L-R): Courtney Jordaan, Kylann Robbertse, Kiara Potgieter, Alexis McKenzie, Kayla Greger, Genevieve Rauff
Front Row (L-R): Chelsea Hayes, Anita Landsberg, Ms L Austin, Georgia Raffaut (Captain), Lisa Pickering

In the year of 2011 PHSG Waterpolo reached new heights of their individual skills, but never forgetting that Waterpolo
intensity, ranging from practices all the way to team bonding is a team sport and they made sure that they always put the
and the game itself. The Grade 8s were introduced to the team’s interest first! They worked hard to do their school
sport with a Grade 8 Fun Day, where the 1st Team as well proud and with the help of the coaches, there is no doubt that
as the team coaches taught them a few basics. All the teams PHSG Waterpolo is climbing higher and higher on the ladder
had a season of challenging training sessions where they got to success. Though the teams were not always victorious,
to put their practised skills into many hair-raising matches. their passion for the game and for their school was always
Apart from the usual league matches, the First Team also present. Such is a skill that not all can possess and teach, for
took part in the annual FNB All Girls’ Schools’ Festival, the it is a priceless quality that comes from within. Thanks go
Reef Cup Tournament as well as the St Peter’s Water Polo to Ms Austin and all the team coaches and liaison teachers,
Tournament. They had much success and improved their as well as the players themselves for ensuring that the season
game as the season progressed. All in all, from the very was a prosperous one. We are sure that there is much to look
youngest teams all the way through to the most experienced forward to for PHSG Water Polo in the seasons to come!
teams, our PHSG girls had a very memorable season. They Georgia Raffaut
all showed utter dedication and determination to improve Water Polo Captain

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WATER POLO 2ND TEAM WATER POLO U16A
ABSENT: Nina van Graan Back Row (L-R): Steph Fichardt, Devin Oelofsen, Andrea Hattingh,
Back Row (L-R): Rachel Blew, Shael van Greunen, Roxanne Bräsler, Sam Chamberlain, Kelsey McFarlane, Micaela Cox
Robyn Steyn Front Row (L-R): Sevi Floudiotis, Kristin Ellington, Ms A Swanepoel,
Middle Row (L-R): Kayla Harvey, Sam Cowan, Natalie Kimble, Katy Catherine Kennard, Jenny da Costa
Godfrey, Mmabatho Mashiane, Tarryn Wishart
Front Row (L-R): Kathrin Gioia, Jana Kühn, Ms L Austin,
Liezel Swiegers, Bergen Massyn

WATER POLO U15 WATER POLO U14
ABSENT: Mashan van Biljoen, Jolene Ashmore, Keina Jooste, Jenna Price, ABSENT: Hayley Elcombe, Bianca Fincham
Ashleigh Bakker, Amy de Wet Back Row (L-R): Lily Mgangira, Lexi Botha, Alexa Robinson, Jeanne-Marie
Back Row (L-R): Jade Ashmore, Alexa Gioia, Gabby Schoeman, Carmen Theron, Kaylah Mascini, Demetria van Rooi
Colyn, Robin Reader, Kayleigh Moyes Middle Row (L-R): Michelle Swanepoel, Shannon Henry, Kirsten Coetzee,
Middle Row (L-R): Isa van Zyl, Tayla Wagner, Savanna Gair, Alexandrea Monica Esterhuizen, Daniella Yasbek, Danielle Roux
Palakarides, Catalina Barja, Robyn Bezuidenhout Front Row (L-R): Brittany Korb, Kendal Cole, Mrs A Groenewald,
Front Row (L-R): Andrea Fortuin, Kirsten Harvey, Mrs A van Stormbroek, Sasha Lordan, Jemimah Smith
Tara-Leigh Clancy, Emma-Jay van Wyk

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Sen ior Choir

ABSENT: Aimée Thompson, Terri-Sharne Kearns, Kristin Milton, Kagiso Mphuthi, Lesedi Peu
Back Row (L-R): Tiiso Maluleke, Jodi Carelson, Netéske Horton, Sharuth Milton, Nicole Patrick, Ellen Heydenrych, Federica Paris, Chloë Erasmus, Dineo More,
Ailyn Nienaber, Claudia Summers, Malebo Sedibeng, Didi Onwu, Denise Onen
Middle Row (L-R): Sunny Yang, Felicia Ntitsi, Saneh Memela, Sarah Seo, Danielle Millar, Megan van der Zwan, Meghan Pike, Ikgomotseng Sekwala,
Ursula Makibelo, Kathleen Goss, Matildah Nkwane, Micaela Cox, Kholeka Khuzwayo, Kgothatso Magoro
Front Row (L-R): Melissa Repton, Reabetsoe Nkoane, Kganya Molefe, Portia Firnhaber, Onthatile Mokoena, Alison Fourie (Head), Mrs A Groenewald,
Ms C Botha, Mrs R Sprüyt, Masego Seboka, Meisie Modiga, Carla Classen, Murunwa Masibigiri, Didi Mathibe, Ashleigh September

Wow, what a year! One could say we had a bit of a rocky start year was the Ivumo Festival which was held in Johannesburg.
to the year as we said goodbye to our dear choir conductor, Here we made the final round where we competed against four
Mr Barrett. But, with every challenge comes an opportunity, other finalists. To our delight, we walked away with a first place,
and our prayers were answered in the form of a confident, prize money and a Casio portable piano! We ended our year
dedicated and extremely talented lady by the name of Ms off with the much loved and awaited Four Schools’ Concert,
Charlotte Botha as our new leader of the choir. Yes, we were where we performed with our brother school, Boys’ High, and
back on track. Afrikaans Hoër Meisieskool and Afrikaans Hoër Seunskool.
Little did we know what plans our new conductor had for The bonds that have been formed this year from everything that
us, and before we knew it we were attending driven choir we have been through, and from the music we are able to make
rehearsals with wonderful challenging songs. This year, we and share with each other and our audiences are irreplaceable.
had two choir rehearsal camps: one at the school, where we Truly, there is no greater love and sense of family than within
had various themes and welcomed our new members, the the choir. A big thank you goes to our dear Ms Botha, without
Grade 10s, officially into the choir, and the other at our annual whom none of our achievements and deep sense of unity
camping spot, Wag ‘n Bietjie, where we focused on our music would have happened. This choir is the example of the way
and started paving the routes to what would later become our music brings people together, and backs up the motto which
successes. we, as a choir, hold so dearly to our hearts: ‘When words fail,
We performed at many different places with many other music speaks!’
wonderful choirs, including Akustika, Camerata, the UP Youth Alison Fourie
Choir and various school choirs. One of the highlights to our Head: Choir

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Jun ior Choir

ABSENT: Cyrille van der Spuy
Back Row (L-R): Melissa Muregerera, Karina de Kock, Maxine le Roux, Nicci Lombard, Malebo Namaregane, Phumzile Gubanca
3rd Row (L-R): Adrienne Mulders, Azile Mdleleni, Amy Gouws, Shanzé Tomlinson, Rebecca Ewang, Dimpho Lesufi, Danielle Correia, Maria Kandy,
Sasha Dewnath
2nd Row (L-R): Charlotte Dube, Kgolagano Maiman, Hope Mkanda, Thabiso Moloto, Maxine Janse van Rensburg, Reamogetse Malatji, Tatiyana de Aviero,
Dineo Mogale
Front Row (L-R): Chiara Wheatley, Mokgadi Marishane, Mbali Sebokedi, Grace Luposo, Ms C Botha, Ayla Raubenheimer, Luthando Dube, Thando Dwangu,
Sarah Mirkin

UP YOUTH CHOIR
Back Row (L-R): Sarah Seo, Dineo More, Masego Seboka
Front Row (L-R): Rebecca Harle, Marguerite Lötter, Bronwyn Rodda

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ABSENT: Raquel Jones
Back Row (L-R): Kirsten Sprenger de Rover, Aviva Hoekstra, Shirna Beharrie, Jung Ha Kim, Esther Park, Nicole Patrick, Sin ji Lee, Morgan Miskin,
Tinyiko Mganyane, Abigail Bloem, Ishara Wheatley
3rd Row (L-R): Caylin Nell, Herna Sita, Yeogyeong Kim, Samantha Black, Rebecca Harle, Ailyn Nienaber, Nicole Keeling, Caitlin Cameron, Yuri Bhaga,
Hwa Hae Lee, Dharshana Yengopal
2nd Row (L-R): Chiara Wheatley, Kganya Molefe, Kagiso Mphuthi, Purcell Suen, Shaika du Toit, Anke Kühn, Vanessa Reis, Michelle Roux, Sara Lee,
Yoo Kyung Ha, Raquel de Almeida
Front Row (L-R): Azille Schulze, Camille Trollope, Sarah Mitchell, Danielle van Wyk, Mrs V Hohls, Kirsten Chamberlin, Amanda Schutte, Kristina
Jovanovic, Shadi Monkoe

The PHSG Orchestra has certainly grown by leaps and to the Johannesburg Youth Orchestra
bounds this year. This has been evident in our high standard Festival where we performed our
of musical performances at a variety of concerts. Our own pieces, as well as a massed
repertoire for 2011 consisted mostly of popular pieces such item, conducted by Gerben
as Spirit of Great Heart by Johnny Clegg, Hometalk by Mango Grooten, conductor of the Pretoria
Groove, the 1998 Winter Games theme and our classical Symphony Orchestra and the Bach
pieces, March from Carmen by Bizet and themes from Rigoletto Art Choir.
by Verdi. We were also invited to the annual Kingsmead
Our variety of pieces managed to enthral our audiences, Festival in Johannesburg, where we once again
as seen in concerts throughout the year. Our Sunday received a very positive response. Not only
morning concerts in the first two terms seemed to attract an have we grown in size and stature, but also in
increasingly large audience compared to previous years. technical standards. We were lucky to receive
Under the guidance of Mrs Hohls, the orchestra’s conductor, many new young ladies into the orchestra at the
we have managed to improve and stay motivated. She has beginning of the year, and we hope that we will
always managed to keep our orchestra family strong and continue to grow as a family.
smiling under any circumstances and for this, we are all In September, we were invited to play at a Loreto
truly grateful. Primary School concert to set an example for
This year we have had many opportunities to perform at a promising young musicians, encouraging them
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continue practising. It is always quite refreshing to see the possible talent that
is yet to come and grow into something magical over time.
Many bonds were established between our members – long Friday night
rehearsals with movies and cake seem to hold the key in bringing us all
together. It is these times that will always be remembered. We will also be
reminded of the experiences that we have shared with the PHSG Orchestra.
The year ended off with a bang once again at our Annual Gala Concert.
Performances by the choirs and orchestra, various ensembles as well as a mass
item of Can you feel the love tonight by Elton John brought about some tears in
the audience (as well as amongst the performers). It is always sad to have
to say farewell to a group of people from such an amazing family, but the
prospect of new talent will always manage to fill so many shoes.
Our final performance of the year, the annual Four School’s Concert, was
held from 26 to 28 September and it was a wonderful success, not only by our
school orchestra, but also by the massed orchestra and choir. We certainly
hope that the orchestra will continue to grow and improve over the next years
and we wish them luck for all their future performances.
Kirsten Chamberlin and Danielle van Wyk
Heads: Orchestra

BLUE TIE SAXOPHONE ENSEMBLE
Back Row (L-R): Chèree Janse van Rensburg, Karina de Kock, Abigail Bloem, Dharshana Yengopal
Front Row (L-R): Caylin Nell, Ashleigh September, Mrs A Raconzier, Kirstin Sprenger de Rover,
Netéske Horton

SIMFONIA JUVENTI
Erika Braune, Caitlin Cameron, Yoo-Kyung Ha

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Rhythmon y

ABSENT: Meisie Modiga
Back Row (L-R): Terri-Sharne Kearns, Koketso Tjiane, Nana Ntsaluba, Mmakhotso Lamola, Ikgomotseng Sekwala
2nd Row (L-R): Mr M Ndlovu, Charné Kirkwood, Azile Mdleleni, Boitumelo Ledwaba, Phindile Mogashane, Kholeka Khuzwayo, Naledi Gololo, Mrs I Maas
Front Row (L-R): Keorapetse Baholo, Tiisetso Matlebyane, Obakeng Makoloi, Masego Seboka, Grace Luposo, Lesedi Peu (Head), Heather Smith, Hloni
Matlebyane, Didi Mathibe

Rhythmony may be a small vocal ensemble but they are in the Music Department’s Gala Concert was another
composed of talented singers with quality solo voices, each highlight this year. In addition, we have now become a regular
with an individual identity. Combined, they create a remarkable participant in the Girls’ High Christmas Concert during the
sound with direction and feeling. Rhythmony pride themselves fourth term.
in being flexible and able to take up challenges by exploring a Rhythmony has truly been blessed throughout its journey
wide variety of music genres. of growth. This would not have been possible if it had
A highlight this year was when Rhythmony was afforded not been for the people who have had faith in Rhythmony
the opportunity to visit the beautiful setting of the Central throughout its existence: Mrs McNair, Mrs Maas and, of
Drakensberg, to showcase their hard work and dedication course, Mr Ndlovu, our conductor, who has greatly inspired
as well as share their passion for music, teaming up with us to reach the standard of singing which now characterises
Michaelhouse in a concert at the Music in the Mountains our performances. It is through their belief in us that this
Festival at the prestigious Drakensberg Choir School. We also choir has been able to grow in stature from year to year.
undertook a challenging day hike to the Blue Grotto Waterfall At the end of 2011 we are privileged to look back on an
where some of us even braved the ice-cold water for a (quick) exciting and fulfilling year.
swim in the ice-blue pool below the waterfall! Lesedi Peu
We always enjoy performing in Assembly, and our participation Head: Rhythmony

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Clubs an d Societies

Clubs an d Societies

HEADS OF CLUBS AND SOCIETIES
ABSENT: Christi Meletakos, Rebekah Joubert, Koketso Ntlatleng
Back Row (L-R): Megan Marshall (Go Green Club), Siya Mbatha (Public Speaking), Katy Godfrey (Bridge), Kelly-Jane Williams (Science Club),
Taryn O’Brien (SCA), Jolandi Swanepoel (Debating), Aye-Chan Htun (Photography), Masego Marakalala (Contact Club)
Front Row (L-R): Lindie Botes (Art Club), Lesedi Peu (SICC), Brynne Guthrie (In the Limelight), Netéske Horton (Peer Counselling),
Alison Fourie (Choir)

Amn es ty In terna tiona l human rights film producer, and we visited Constitutional
Hill.
Amnesty International is an international NGO that aims We are very excited about 2012 because we have been
to protect people’s human rights. At PHSG Amnesty chosen to be the only South African school to participate
International, our mission is to educate the learners in current in a Worldwide Human Rights Friendly Schools’ Project!
affairs in order to create awareness and to prevent the abuse We will work together with schools from Denmark, Ireland,
of human rights in the future. This year we have focused on a Hungary, Croatia, Kenya and Ghana.
number of topics that includes human trafficking, Egypt and Christi Meletakos
the Arab Awakening, and gun-running. Rachel Sola, Christi Head: Amnesty International
Meletakos and Morategi Kale did various presentations to our
club. We have also debated about the different human rights
in political systems, in particular communism and capitalism.
This was accompanied by a presentation on Communist
China and a viewing of the documentary, Capitalism: A Love
Story by Michael Moore. Without a doubt the highlight of
the year was the visit by Amnesty International South Africa.
This entailed a workshop on what Amnesty International’s
involvement is worldwide.
We also watched video clips on their work and have role
played certain Human Rights. Everyone had a lot of fun and
received Amnesty T-shirts and badges. We had the chance
to sign two petitions this year – one to improve transport in
rural areas to health services and another against poverty in
slums.
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Art Bridge this year has been full of fun and laughter, and Tuesday
afternoon in Mrs Cowan’s classroom is always a place to relax
This year’s Art Club girls enjoyed themselves with a number with friends and relieve some of the stresses of the school
of creative activities. day. Our numbers have grown a great deal this year and
In the first term we experimented with lino cuts and embossing although no Inter-high competition was held, the members
in the printing studio. In the second and third terms, the girls of the Bridge Club have improved their skills almost weekly
constructed and decorated their own sketchbooks, in which since the start of this year. The Bridge Club looks forward to
they sketched their own dresses during our Fashion Design a wonderful 2012.
unit. We then experimented with our own symbols with Katy Godfrey
rorsach-style ink blots, and created mystical creatures and Head: Bridge Club
coated them in caustic wax. Other activities we completed
throughout the terms have been painting, calligraphy and Con tact Club
paper crafts. Girls have shown dedication and have adapted
easily and enjoyed all the projects. The girls particularly It is only tradition for the club to begin the year by trying to
enjoyed the fashion design unit, and in the end created their restore its vegetable garden at Lethabo le Khutso, a home for
own designs on big pieces of paper, as can be seen in the autistic adults. Our efforts did not fail, as we managed to
photo. replenish the garden beds and to plant even more vegetables
Lindie Botes and herbs.
Head: Art Club We progressed with a variety of other initiatives which
included visiting one of the club’s favourite orphanages
which is in Silverton. In many instances we would arrive
Brid ge during lunch time and thereafter assist the youngsters with
their studies. We would conclude the visit by playing a good
ABSENT: Legina Lee, Hwa-Hae Lee, Simbongile Molomo, Karabo Mokoena, old traditional soccer game against the children. Needless to
Alizwa Manona, Gcinile Mlungwana, Alexandra Pashkin, Caitlin Perfect, say the children never missed an opportunity to remind us
Genevieve Lupke, Faith Tarigha, Amber Smith, Amy Ferreira, Shannon Mostert, of their home-ground advantage and it is moments like these
Kelebogile Sekoaile, Catherine van Staden that one treasures forever.
Back Row (L-R): Naline Boketsu Wenge, Johanna Makgobane, Linette Kotze, In time the club continued to grow in numbers and more
Kieran Byrch, Mischka Ismail Wazar, Vhoni Radzilani, Gwendoline Viljoen people became aware of its existence. Even though it
Front Row (L-R): Robyn Steyn, Thobekani Mabasa, Mrs J Cowan, Katy seemed as though the rapid membership increase would
Godfrey (Head), Bianca Jane Dicker hinder progress we soon realised that it worked in the club’s
favour. This enabled us to become even more productive
and successful in reaching our goals as we were divided into
two groups. Whilst one group worked on a project which
entailed collecting and donating old stationery for the less
fortunate, the other visited a retirement home in Brooklyn in
commemoration of Valentine’s Day.
The club’s aim is to reach out to the disadvantaged and make
a difference in a small way in the community.
I think I speak on behalf of everyone when I say that we have
definitely reached our target and a big thank you to all. To
Mrs van Heerden for her initiative, dedication and guidance,
a special thank you.
Masego Marakalala
Head: Contact Club

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Deba tin g
Over the past few years the PHSG Debating Society has
built itself up and reached new heights. Even though
the First Team changed almost entirely this year, we still
managed to keep our record almost perfect, losing only
two debates in two years.
We hosted the annual Eunice Derby Day this year and
as karma would have it, the Eunice girls were nowhere
nearly on time. This obstacle, however, set the scene
for some entertainment in the form of an open motion,
which meant that the opposition team (PHSG) only
found out what the topic was at the beginning of the
debate. Despite this challenge, we came out victorious,
starting the trend which our Junior Team also followed.
At the FNB National Girls’ Schools’ Festival our Senior
Team dominated the competition We were undefeated Back Row (L-R): Rebecca Ewang, Cameron Perumal, Phumzile Gubanca, Karina de
and went on to win the tournament. Jolandi Swanepoel Kock, Sinazo Magadlela
ranked first, Irene Mpofu second and Gemma-May Middle Row (L-R): Sthembile Siko, Mona-Lisa Gqwede, Kgali Ratsonna, Andile
Grotepass sixth. More importantly, it was an amazing Moale, Ayanda Mbonani, Lehlogonolo Moche
team building experience and unforgettable memories Front Row (L-R): Shikara Balkishun, Gemma-May Grotepass, Jolandi Swanepoel
were made by all involved. (Head), Mrs J Cÿrus, Brynne Guthrie, Irene Mpofu, Morategi Kale

Our main league, which runs throughout the year, was inter-generational, which means that our girls compete against
also a successful journey. Our Junior Team ranked eighth students with degrees in international relations and politics.
in Gauteng and our Senior Team, made up of Brynne While various summits happen throughout the year, our
Guthrie,Gemma-May Grotepass, Irene Mpofu, Morategi Kale biggest achievement this year was when our team took part in
and Jolandi Swanepoel, was narrowly knocked out in the semi- the Environmental Sustainability Project (ESP) competition.
final. All our speakers, however, received speaker scores that They had to do extensive research on an environmental
were far above average at the provincial level of the league. problem and the team of Morategi Kale, Sthembile Soko and
While debating is a team sport, individual speakers are also Lehlogonolo Moche ranked in the top six schools in Gauteng.
recognised. Brynne was selected to represent South Africa at the This meant they had to deliver an entire presentation on their
World Schools’ Debating Championship held in Scotland. There chosen problem. While our team did not win, Morategi was
the SA team ranked fifth in the world and Brynne was placed selected to form part of the Gauteng team that will take part
in the top fifty speakers. This was a phenomenal achievement in the national competition.
and we are very proud to have a PHSG representative at an As with any achievement, not only the participants can take
international level. the credit. Throughout the years Mrs Cÿrus has run the
Some of our other speakers Debating Society, never losing enthusiasm, pushing us to try
were also recognised this new things and never complaining about the long hours or
year: Brynne ranked first in tedious speeches. She is not simply ‘the teacher in charge’ but
Gauteng, followed closely our biggest supporter and the only person who can understand
by Jolandi, who ranked the conditions we work under and the invaluable lessons we
second. Our juniors also did have learnt. Our eternal thanks go out to her because without
exceptionally well: Karina her our society would not exist.
de Kock ranked fourth Our new coach and old girl, Debby Nixon, must also be thanked
and Rebecca Ewang, ninth. for her contribution. She took us to new heights, not
Brynne, Jolandi, Rebecca and only making us better speakers, but better people in
Gemma-May will represent general. She has become a respected mentor and
Gauteng at the National friend and we would not have achieved as much
Championship later this year. success without her.
Our society extends further The PHSG Debating Society is not just a team, but
than just one style of a group of friends who develop a bond
BRYNNE GUTHRIE, represented debating: our girls also take that our success is based on and if this
South Africa as one of five learners who part in Model UN debating, attitude is maintained, then this will be
participated in the International World
Schools’ Styles Debating Championships which allows people the the very beginning of even greater
in Scotland, in August 2011. Brynne was chance to represent a things to come.
chosen to represent South Africa again, country as ambassadors in I think I speak for everyone
in Cape Town, at the World Schools’ a simulated UN summit. when I say that PHSG debating
Championships. Here she was ranked These summits are often is the best thing ever to have
15th in the world!

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happened to any of us and only once one truly becomes a making an impact in our own special way and lead the school
debater will that statement hold true to you. to a truly green future.
Jolandi Swanepoel Megan Marshall
Head: Debating Head: Go Green Club

Go Green Firs t Aid
This year has been one of the most memorable years of my
life as there is nothing better than getting sun burnt every
Thursday at the hockey sidelines, not to mention the countless
hours watching various other sports! And after about 1000
plasters, 750 bandages and several blisters we had to work on,
the group’s passion for first aid is still thriving.
I am pleased to say that more and more people wanted to
give back to the school by doing first aid. I can remember
the time when we called for people to sign up for the first
aid course and I thought no one was going to come but
surprisingly enough the list had an infinite number of names.
Unfortunately, we could not cater for all the people but our
membership increased by nine. Some of the activities that we
completed this past year over and above our regular duties
The Go Green Club (formerly known as the Ecology Club) as first aiders include: a farewell picnic to the 2010 matrics,
has embarked on a few projects in the last year. Apart from completing the Level One and Level Two courses and painting
sorting through what seemed like tons of paper recycling, our notice board.
the club became involved in planting a vegetable garden We held a picnic to celebrate the World First Aid Day on
just outside North Lodge. Many hours went into
preparing the ground, planting the seeds and
ensuring the troublesome weeds don’t get the
better of our precious crops. Our green thumbs
and loving touches have thus far produced mealies,
strawberries, eggplants, carrots, beans, spinach and
even a stray watermelon! The most exciting part is
trying to guess what will germinate from a specific
bed (as not all of us actually paid attention to which
seeds went where).
The garden is a constant work-in-progress, needing
attention inbetween the other activities we busy
ourselves with, like preparing used teabags to be
sent to a community in Hout Bay, where they use the
bags to make unique crafts. By selling these crafts,
the members of the community are able to build
homes and put their children through school. The ABSENT: Robyn Mill, Veruzka Lategan, Tiisetso Mathibedi, Michelle Roux, Kgothatso
tea emptied from the bags makes for great fertiliser Kgosana
for those ever-hungry crops of ours. Back Row (L-R): Busi Ntisa, Koketso Ntlateng (Head), Andrea Hattingh,
The club has grown extremely close over the last Mary-Ann Gettliffe, Hannah Ryan
year and, under the loving guidance of Ms Cass and Middle Row (L-R): Salma Sujee, Azille Schulze, Claudia van Rooyen, Tsholo Mamagole,
Mrs van Heerden we have developed a passion for Hlogi Mohale, Chansa Chansa, Tatiana de Aveiro, Katy Godfrey
the conservation of planet Earth. We hope to keep Front Row (L-R): Bronwyn Aspeling, Ingrid Lambert, Vhoni Radzilani,
Emma Alimohammadi, Sr T Shenfield-Schwartz, Megan Boyd, Yin-teng Yen,
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13 September 2011. Thank you to the first aiders for your had lunch together and got to know each other with well-
willingness to help with late sessions and weekend duties even organised quiz and games activities.
if asked at the last hour. I also want to thank my amazingly The librarians also had the opportunity to visit the National
supportive Deputy for always being there when I needed her. Library of South Africa where they had an interesting
Many thanks also go to Sister Tanya for keeping our group tour of the impressive building and services. During the
intact. Readathon month a book sale was held in the library. Various
I wish First Aid all the best for the coming years and hope the competitions were organised during the year and we thank the
popularity and interest will increase more than it did this year. ladies for participating with their love story book reviews and
Koketso Ntlatleng beautiful book markers!
Head: First Aid Mrs A Muller
Librarian
House Tutorin g
Mus eum
House tutoring is not just a session to us, but it is an insightful
journey. This year has brought with it many challenges but the
overcoming of the challenges has been extremely rewarding.
As House Tutors we have all felt extremely honoured to be
a part of this helpful programme. The relationship formed
with our tutees grew from strength to strength as the year
went by. It was amazing to see our tutees reach new academic
heights and to develop a pride in what they had achieved.
Each lady in her own way has brought something new to the
House Tutoring family. As the Heads of House Tutoring, we
have found it to be a pleasure to work alongside each other
and Ms Turpin and Mrs K du Toit.
Chryssie-Anne Roberts and Claire Luposo
Head and Deputy: House Tutoring

Libra ry

Welcome to the library and information centre. ABSENT: Keitumetse Salagae, Zozo Makaula
Our users visit on a daily basis to use the information sources Back Row (L-R): Claudia de Almeida van der Walt, Celia Yeung, Bianca Brand,
and to do their computer work. The friendly librarians are on Solange de Freitas, Tsholo Mamoliki, Precious Majwafi, Morakane Rakimane
hand to be of service with book issues and returns and to Front Row (L-R): Bonolo Kgomo, Shalom Maclean, Mrs A Campbell-Atkins,
assist with the photocopying and other queries. We issue up Ramaredi Koikanyang, Shirneen Madhoo
to 60 books per day and we are proud of all our readers who
enjoy the privilege of reading.
Our Reading Club has also been going strong. The members
know about books and authors, and everybody learns from
these meetings. We have lively discussions when we meet,
but eventually all we want to do is get quiet and get reading.
PHSG hosted the annual MediaMonitorBash this year and
we had about 130 library monitors from other schools
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In the Lim elight the peer counsellors this year. It couldn’t have been a success
without you!
In the Limelight has had a challenging but rewarding year. Then I’d like to thank all the peer counsellors for being so
Our numbers may have dwindled but the dedicated team committed and for doing their duties as diligently as they
of budding journalists made the best of this and they have have. You being there for those who need your comfort and
managed to produce some stellar articles. The jam-packed support makes a huge difference.
school schedule made putting a paper together on time From my side, this year at Peer Counselling has been
somewhat difficult, but as always In the Limelight has been an wonderful and very memorable. May 2012 grant you all that
exceptionally rewarding club to be part of. I would like to you expect it to be!
congratulate Tegan Mouton on being appointed the editor Netéske Horton
for 2012 and wish her the best of luck. I urge any would-be Head: Peer Counselling
journalists or cartoonists to join the school paper and be the
voice of your peers and help Tegan take In the Limelight to new Peer Tutorin g
heights next year.
Brynne Guthrie The PHSG Peer Tutors once again had an extremely busy year
Editor in 2011. I would like to thank all of the tutors, Tutor Leader
Committee (TLC) members and TLC Executive members for
Back Row (L-R): Kholofelo Mamabolo, Siya Mbatha, Jenna-Lee Price, Tayla the hard work they do in terms of this invaluable service to
Calcott, Jessica van den Brink, Avalon Smith, Boitumelo Masihleho the school. The tutoring system would not function without
Front Row (L-R): Mrs J Cÿrus, Tegan Mouton, Brynne Guthrie (Head), Ms Turpin at the helm and she has managed the complicated
Netéske Horton, Mr L Niemandt organisational aspects with constant enthusiasm. I would like
to extend my gratitude to her for this on behalf of every tutor
Peer Coun sellin g and tutee. At the end of 2011, the tutoring programme loses
nearly sixty dedicated matric tutors. These girls have selflessly
Peer Counselling is a society that’s more than just a way of served the system for three years and I salute them and wish
doing service to the school. It’s a way of making an impact them luck for the future. We are in the process of training
that has the potential to change lives. This past year has new tutors and appointing new TLC members at the moment
seen an increase in the number of girls who come to the and I have every confidence that these girls, in conjunction
counsellors for a word of advice or just some support, which with the new Head and Deputy Head of Peer Tutoring, will
is a positive and encouraging thing to witness. ensure that the programme continues to fulfil its important
Every peer counsellor goes through four weeks of training role in our school community.
and all can testify to the value of this skill. Being able to Brynne Guthrie
listen and help someone on a deeper emotional level is such Head: Tutoring
a blessing!
I’d like to thank Mrs Godfrey, Rachel Sola and Nompendulo Ph o to grap h y
Mkatshwa for their invaluable support and patience in leading
Every year the Photography Club is filled to maximum capacity
from day one. This was no different. Every week, the girls
learnt new things about photography and experimented with
their skills and knowledge. In the first term the Photography
Club went on an outing to see an exhibition at the Pretoria
Art Museum. This kindled an interest in traditional film
photography. With a full functional darkroom, the girls
were able to experience photography as it would have been
back in the day. The Photography Club this year has been
and continues to be a great learning experience for all girls
fortunate enough to attend.
Aye Chan Huan
Head: Photography

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Po t te r y Scien ce

This year has been fast-paced and exciting for all involved. Explosive adventure is one way to describe the happenings
We started the year off with many eager Grade 8s and 9s, and in Lab 33 every Tuesday afternoon. For Mrs Mjadu, Mrs
throughout this year I have seen many impressive works of Rahman, Karianna and myself, Science Club is a bit more
art from all the Pottery Club members. heart-racing, with eyes constantly like a hawk’s and a fire
Being true PHSG ladies, many food items were made with extinguisher in hand (for the certain practical scientists that
cupcakes being the definite favourite. we have). With the many new and inquisitive students joining
In general, this year has been a wonderful experience for me, us this year, the Science Club has really become a place
and I could not have had such a success as Head without the where fun and work go hand in hand. From an explosive
love and support of Mrs Greenberg and my Deputy, Nicole beginning to a sugary-filled end, every Tuesday afternoon is
Esterhuizen. an adventure in itself. With experiments in hand, lab coats
I hope that many of these girls will return next year for yet on and a sense of curiosity, Lab 33 becomes the playground
another fun-filled year. for our future scientists and a classroom is reborn (one where
Rebekah Joubert learning is fun and science is easy to comprehend). Speaking
Head: Pottery of future scientists, Mrs Mjadu had to temporarily leave us
this year to have a little scientist of her own, but thankfully
Public Speakin g one brave student teacher stepped in to fill the gap. Thank
you again Sarah, for all your hard work and expertise this
year. Finally, a huge thank you to all the wonderful ladies and
the hardworking teachers who made Science Club what it is
– the fun side of science. 2011 has been a crazy, enjoyable
rollercoaster of adventure I will never forget and 2012 will
definitely have more excitement in store with new head
scientists and new training scientists in the equation. Good
luck ladies!
Kelly-Jane Williams
Head: Science Club

Studen ts’ Chris tian Associa tion (SCA)
Our committee of eighteen has been blessed to serve SCA
and see how God has worked in the lives of many of the girls
who attend SCA on a Wednesday. I trust that the Lord has
worked in the hearts and lives of the girls who attended too.
We have addressed issues such as worship, using our talents,
the end times, living a life that is not complacent, forgiveness
ABSENT: Tamryn Thomaz, Kelly Anthony through faith and not through law and leading a life set apart
Back Row (L-R): Lauren Thomaz, Rebecca Harle, Isa van Zyl, Tabo Mwila from the world. We had a wonderful camp this year, where
Middle Row (L-R): Zola Nzimande, Kea Rakolle, Kagiso Monyai, Avalon we had nearly sixty girls attend. Although we have had a
Smith, Lerato Moremi remarkable year, we close this year by saying farewell to Mrs
Front Row (L-R): Remo Mathebula, Pooja Pundit, Siya Mbatha (Captain), Harbour who has selflessly served and given so much to SCA.
Mr L Niemandt, Mia van Schalkwyk, Kajil Naraindath We wish her well as she follows God’s calling on her life and

This year was our best yet. Not only in the sense that we’ve as she leaves to take up the new challenges and adventures
accomplished a lot as a club, but because friendships and a ahead of her. May you be blessed. As we say goodbye to her,
sisterly bond has been established in a tough environment of we welcome Mr Tshabalala and Miss de Kock who will take
fierce competition. over where she has left off. I pray that God has His anointing
This year PHSG hosted the first annual Public Speaking on these two as they carry SCA at PHSG into the future.
Festival which was a resounding success. We, as a club, are Lastly, I want to thank the committee and Mrs Harbour and
continually polishing our public speaking that we trust will Netéske Horton for the time and passion that they have put
last throughout our adulthood? into SCA. I love you all dearly.
Although I have only been in the driver’s seat for a while, I’ve Taryn O’Brien
learnt new and interesting lessons. This year has had its ups Head: SCA
and downs, but it’s our strength in numbers that allows us to
share a burden and achieve the unimaginable! As Arthur C
Clarke once said, ‘The only way to discover beyond the limits
of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.’
Siya Mbatha
Head: Public Speaking

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Back Row (L-R): Rachel Blew, Thobekani Mabasa, Ona Botha, Nompi Mkat- practising for the Heritage Day Assembly where poetry was
shwa, Kelly-Jane Williams, Pungi Ledwaba presented by Nompi accompanied by Lesedi on the drums
Middle Row (L-R): Ayanda Mbonani, Yentel le Roux, Samantha Rogers, and models representing various South African cultures.
Sandra Collins, Ramaredi Koikanyang, Geraldine Maila This assembly also included African, Indian, Gumboot,
Front Row (L-R): Hloni Matlebyane, Deborah Ndala, Netéske Horton, Kwaito and Hip Hop dancers.
Mrs S Harbour, Taryn O’Brien (Head), Samantha van Niekerk, Claudia Casieri SICC represents diversity, inter-culturalness and the breaking
of barriers and it has managed to do that successfully this
year, as its main aim.
Much thanks goes to Mrs Dowlath who for years has run this
club with patience and pride. We also thank Mrs Mjadu who
was not able to be with us for much of this year due to her
maternity leave.
We would also like to thank Masego Madisha for her
dedication to the sound department of SICC, and to all our
matrics and members.
Much luck and best wishes go to Lindiwe and Bonolo for
next year.
Lesedi Peu and Nompi Mkatshwa
Heads: SICC

Studen t In ter-Cultura l Club (S ICC)

Unity in Diversity – This has been our motto for some years
now.
This year the SICC Fashion Show was cancelled; however,
after the suggestion of a number of proposals we were
allowed to present a SICC evening with slide show
presentations accompanied by talks about gumboot dancing
(which originates in the mines) to hip hop (which migrated
itself down to South Africa). The dancers who were African,
Indian, Hip hop, Kwaito, House, Fusion and Gumboot
showcased talent, perfection, dedication and energy. With
this show our aim was merely to go back to the roots of
SICC and what exactly the club stands for.
While some of the girls took part in the Spring Fair Fashion
Show, numbers of dedicated Grade 8s and 9s attended
workshops presented by Nompi. These were workshops on
the four elements of Hip Hop. Gumboot Dambol, Get Stuck
In (dramatic improvisation) and we debated the diversity
inter-culturalness and Kwaito/House issues. We then started

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Echolalia ENGLISH OLYMPIAD FINALISTS
Trudi Spangenberg, Rachel Jones, Mr R Jelley, Jolandi Swanepoel
When I awoke, I must have stirred because suddenly everyone a plum for you – do you like plums? I picked it from a tree on
around me seems aware of the fact that I have regained my way to work.” I am unable to tell whether she is smiling
consciousness. As soon as my mind sheds itself from the or whether her voice simply bears that natural undertone of
cobwebs of my dreams, I am confronted with a number of lightness, of casual confidence and beauty. I open my mouth
almost simultaneous occurrences: I can hear the sounds of and feel a small, delectably sweet piece of fruit being fed into
a suburban road and realise that I am near an open window, it with the most remarkable gentleness. With the proximity of
I feel a breeze on my right hand and powerful, crippling, her hand to my mouth, I can smell the perfume on her wrist:
searing pain through the rest of my body, I hear a man’s a pastel-blue smell. Painstakingly, I chew the plum and feel as
deep voice saying works like, “Doctor Zimmerman”, “third if I could weep for joy.
degree”, “vitreous humor” and “unfortunate”, I hear two I had been in my last year at an all-boys boarding school.
female voices supplementing his explanations with their own During my five years there, I had developed a deep passion
gentle paraphrasing. I smell something rancid and strange – a for science and art and an avid interest in the relationship
smell of badly-prepared meat, mingling with the nauseating between the two. I found such fantastic solace in the world
chemical odour of antiseptic. During the brief interstices that careful observation revealed: I spent days appreciating
between each of the events, I attempt to open my eyes and I the curve of the lambda, weeks studying the chemistry of
find, each time, that I cannot. paint, months creating pencil-drawings of the marvels that I
It is morning: I can hear the sounds of people who have had seen under microscopes. It was due to my passion that
just started working, and of surgeons who have just finished I was in the laboratory after school one Thursday afternoon,
working through the night. I was informed earlier that I have mixing paints to obtain the exact colour of hydrous copper
suffered third-degree burns: my eyes, my nose, my lips, my chloride, when I lit a match to heat a test tube and fire ripped
hair, my chest, my legs, my arms have been seared to a useless through the room. There had been a gas leak from a Bunsen
mess of raw flesh and black carbon and my internal organs burner.
are becoming weaker by the minute. The only part of my It is evening and the air is growing heavy with the penumbra
body that remains intact is the left half of my right hand. My of twilight. It occurs to me that I will never again see a sunset,
parents will be flying in from home to visit me tomorrow. nor a silhouette, nor the lights of a city at night time. What life
It is afternoon and the scent in the air is summery green. is there for one without the power of observation? What does
My mind has been wandering all day, flitting in and out of
consciousness, but always dragged down by a heavy anchor
of pure hopeless grief for the loss of its physical counterpart.
The crisp sound of a door opening jerks me from my mental
peregrinations and a female voice offers to feed me my lunch.
In my state of inconsolable grief and boredom, the voice is
an oasis – a soft, dancing, lyrical sound. A sound like the
movement of long grass stirred by a breeze – gentle and
sweet, with a crisp freshness to it. My heart hammers against
my ribcage.
The smell of the gruel the owner of the voice attempts to
feed me, however, is in stark contrast to the beauty of the
sounds. I close my lipless mouth as best I can and make faint
noises of resistance – even in its physical uselessness, my body
rejects the idea of having the toxic substance fed into it. The
smell, suddenly, disappears, and I hear a soft, smooth, moist
sound. The sweet voice reaches my ears again: “I am peeling

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the world have to offer to a being whose mind is encapsulated never reached his eyes, I would never have thought twice
in a fleshy casket, who has thoughts but cannot act on them? about his character. Even then, had I paid more attention to
I am reduced to a genderless, strengthless, expressionless my doubts, I would still have followed him into the forest that
alien – a stranger to the world. My body, once an immaculate night. I would still have turned away from him for that one
vessel for my soul, is now a limp sack of organs. What could second and I would still have been attacked from behind. Had
possibly be left for me? The door is opened. The beauty of it been different, I might not have been taken captive by the
the world is compressed into a single, delicate voice – it says one person I trusted and cared for.
my name, ”Emory?” He kept me bound to a wooden beam in the small cabin he
It is night. The voice and I both know that I am going to had built deep within the forest. Dirty, cold and hungry, I was
die: she because she can read the quietly beeping medical completely at his mercy. His refined exterior had disappeared.
instruments and I because one simply knows. She is sitting He was still handsome and he still smiled and laughed, but
next to me on my right side, and she has been speaking to I began to see and feel his cruelty, his evil passions and the
me for several hours, describing the interior of my room, clever and deadly games he liked to play. He told me stories
the landscape outside the window, the bright cleanliness of about women, all of whom had fallen prey to his charm, as I
the hospital’s corridors. She recounts to me stories of her had, and who had been killed, just as I was about to be. He had
travels through Canada, Australia and France. I am not sure planned everything from the part where he had purposefully
what is fact and what she has invented simply to caress my cut and bruised himself so as to land up on our doorstep, to
imagination. It is like being told a bedtime story and I am how and where he was going to kill me. He watched as I wrote
indescribably grateful for her endeavours. With every gentle the letter to my parents confessing my lack of will to live and
spoken word, my body becomes more numb, more useless – kissed me softly when I gave it to him. Smiling, he left me to
more of me prepares itself for death. In a cheese-grater voice, spread the lie.
I manage to rasp, “I cannot sleep. Could you hold my hand.” Opening my eyes, I looked down at the dark sea swirling at
She takes it. the bottom of the cliff and turned away from it. He stood
Trudie Spangenberg (Grade 12) close behind me, his arms crossed and an amused expression
on his face. Lifting his hand, he tucked my hair behind my ear
Deceit and then rested his hand on my neck. He whispered gentle
words of encouragement into my ear, the sound of his voice
The setting was perfect. The black clouds swirled ominously seducing me and making me want to believe his every word. I
above me, reflecting the turmoil within my mind. With every looked into his eyes that were so close to mine and felt rather
crack of lightning, the earth seemed to shudder in anticipation than saw the evil in his heart. He lowered his hand to the
and the waves that crashed into the jagged rocks far below the middle of my chest and smiled widely. In the instant that
cliff top upon which I stood seemed to beckon me. All I had I realised what he was about to do, I grabbed his arm. He
to do was jump and they would consume me in their endless pushed before he could register my touch and, as I began to
depths. Shivering, I closed my eyes. I thought of my family. tip backwards, his eyes widened as he felt himself lose his
I thought of what would happen when they read the letter I footing and begin to fall with me. I smiled and closed my
had so carefully written. Each word was meant to comfort, eyes as, all too quickly, the whistle of air as we fell, the cracks
to apologise and explain, but nothing could excuse what I was of lightning and the sound of crashing waves ended and were
about to do. Taking a deep breath, I took one last step toward replaced by the emptiness of death.
the edge and lifted my arms slowly as I prepared to jump. Samantha Rogers (Grade 12)
The first time I saw him, I was swept up by an intense
vulnerability that I had never felt before. Sir Mortem had the Animals
ability to make all women faint at the sight of him. I had
promised myself that I would never fall privy to his charm, They stood there in awe – as they should, leaning their hairless
but when he arrived at my parents’ house with cuts across arms on the rusted metal pole before them; they really are
his arms, bruises over his face and in need of help, I slowly all the same. It had been a month since I last watched them
became aware of his handsome features and dark, mysterious – quite boring really, but the look in their eyes, as I gazed
eyes and I feared the emotions that were being stirred up in through the bars, intrigued me. More than just a look of
the deep unused crevices of my heart. After the few days wonder, it was the look that said: ‘ What savage thoughts are
that I spent looking after him while he recovered, my promise you having, if any?’ Not that they really wanted an answer.
not to fall in love with him was consumed by the emotions I They’d given me some ridiculous name: ‘Africanus something’,
felt toward him. Before he left, he looked into my eyes and, proving to my kind, their stupidity, but somehow creating
smiling slightly, brushed his fingertips against my cheek. a ripple of excitement between them. ‘Yes,’ I’m sure they
He visited me often, taking me for rides in his carriage, going thought, ‘we’ve named one more thing. Surely we are the
to balls and operas with me and my family and I celebrated my most intelligent race in the universe!’ In fact, I have no doubt
luck at having gained such a highly esteemed suitor. His dark of them having no doubts about them having no doubts. I
hair with one lock that fell upon his brow, his soft smile and his would have told them that, if I could, and maliciously enjoyed
gentle caress made me feel like clay beneath his expert hands. the fading of that arrogant grin as that small percent of their
But his eyes held a coldness that made me uncomfortable. brain tried to understand. I could see their mouths forming
Had it not been for the fact that, when he smiled, the smile the words, as they read the name off the board, in their absurd

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native tongue. ‘English,’ they called it, I think. somehow, monsters become our masters.
Their younglings widened their eyes in astonishment at the big Green is not pure; green is not fresh. Green has been tainted.
words: as if every inch of knowledge could be found in those Tainted by the blood of animals and birds; drug dealers and
few letters. These young ones were wise. The adults lost their prostitutes. Poisoned by greed and the tears of those who
wisdom in trying to prove everything. They’d probably try to used to trust you. The sickly green notes which you stare at,
prove the existence of existence if they could. I smacked with Golem-like stares, spoil everything! Nature! Innocence!
the ground excitedly a few times to keep them interested. Morality! Everything!
Laughter erupted amongst them. Surprise. One of them, Brynne Guthrie (Grade 12)
a boy probably in his fifteenth year, raised his voice with
arrogant teenage conviction. “There is no possible way we The Written Word
evolved from that.” I feel the same way about you my boy, I
thought sadly. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but my pen is the
I was tired of staring at these trifling creatures. They were sword. I’d like to introduce you to Pen. Pen is a female and
quite terrible, really. I was old and I’d learnt some of their … her bloodstream is filled with ink, black, blue, red flooding ink.
expressions. ‘Every rose has its thorn,’ but I learnt quickly You might’ve seen her before. She’s the doodle on a page, she’s
rather that every thorn has its rose. These people were all the signature on a document. But, most importantly, she’s
thorns. All meant destruction. All of them cruel. my defence and paper is my shield. Once they amalgamate,
They possessed not nearly half of our intelligence but they worlds change.
had a force that we did not. I thanked my God for this and So, depression, do you think you could defeat me? Bring me
turned to climb up my ‘jungle gym’. The boy bellowed, ‘You down into your meagre black hole with spikes and nails and all
stupid ape!’ and threw a banana peel at me. I dreamt that I things nice? Wrong. I used Pen to expose your masochistic
ate him. ways. Pen: 1 Depression: 0.
Roxanne van Rooyen (Grade 12) Dearest government and politics, you contradict yourselves by
saying you believe in one thing and then foolishly go against
Green it. No matter, I’ll use Pen to make a cross that will make a
difference. Pen: 2, Politics: 0.
Green is not pure; green is not fresh. These are common Society. I chuckle at how you mould and manufacture uniform
misconceptions in society. No! Green is tainted, rusty, human beings, yet … yet you are so ‘on about’ individuality
metallic even – the colour of copper when it has been in and thinking for yourself. You’re just like politics, you’re both
constant contact with man’s sweaty palms. The sickly green hypocrites! That’s no problem, I’ll humiliate you on paper,
notes folded tightly away in a wallet or purse spoil everything. No one has to know Pen: 3 Society: 0.
Nature. Innocence. Morality. Everything! You might be thinking that Pen is just there for the sole
We live on sinking islands as corporations fund the rising sea purpose of fighting off the evils of the world, that Pen is
levels and killing of species. Men with saws and dollar signs shallow. Not true. Be true to Pen and Pen will be true to you.
in their eyes leave us to live on a suffocating planet. They Write a love note or a letter to tell someone you’re thinking
replace forests with brickwork – trees in concrete jungles. of him or her and soon you will find the world smiling back
Governments and oil companies argue over costs while the at you.
ebony sea dresses birds and animals in slimey suit-jackets. (At The feeling of being in Pen’s company is an enriching
least they will look smart in the afterlife.) It costs too much! experience. Once the bloodstream starts flowing... the
That money is money … Yes, business men stare with Golem- metaphors, idioms, imagery, the truth will wash over you like
like stares at their bank balances while that which they worship milk and honey. Empowered doesn’t even begin to describe it.
tears apart the world around them. There are no limits to the number of casualties Pen takes.
If only poverty could be uncorrupted. If only colourful, lively She’s ruthless, bold and daring. She’s an eternal epic. A
township-folk were satisfied to make do with what they had. vivacious villain.
However, for those who have nothing, a hunger for status When Pen and I spend time together, our thoughts are
and wealth overwhelms them. A young girl dresses herself simultaneous, our heartbeats conspire. They whisper to each
in self-loathing and prepares to be sold to the highest bidder. other: “Let’s change the word.”
A boy, hardly tall enough to reach the medicine cabinet, sells Erin Sanders (Grade 12)
pills more deadly than he can imagine. And the poor stare,
with Golem-like stares, at passing BMWs, unaware that their The Changing Faces of the Day
addiction to green notes and tarnished coins is worse than any
resulting from the child-dealer’s merchandise. My dear Acquaintance
Greed undercuts friendship and brotherhood. You can lie; I feel as though our time together has sped past as a day of
you can cheat; you can steal. You can do whatever it takes to adventure would for a child, beginning with the exhilaration
secure your millions. Morality? Who needs morality? And of morning, progressing to the warm, comfortable afternoon,
what is it anyway? Use your best friend’s hand to push the winding into the still evening and ending, unfortunately, in
dagger into his own back but know that the wounds will turn the retributive night. It has been a most glorious day and
septic from the rusted blade and that greed is contagious so I have savoured the changing faces thereof the same way I
revenge is near. Money turns people into monsters and then

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Lindi Botes Gr 11 Chelsea Paterson Gr 12 Tatiana Prelorenzo Gr 11

have savoured how your face has transformed over the years. if only in my memories of you.
You wear paths you chose and the decisions you made in the You’re tired, and I believe we have reached the end of our Day.
grooves of your skin: lines at your eyes from laughing, and Go well, my precious bead, and know that you were important.
freckles all over from loving. I understand that your mind may Humbly,
be failing you and I know you are fearful in this body that is Conscience.
not your own, but I still know you and you will always be a Danielle Millar (Grade 12)
part of my life.
I consider those who have been a part of my life to be treasured Pay Back
possessions. So unique and original are they … I remember
them and flick through them like beads on an abacus. I count Whack! The baseball bat caught him squarely on the jaw,
my beads with an oppressive weight on my chest – nostalgia. causing him to stagger back into the crumbling alley wall. A
You have been a bead in my life and I will preserve you as such: million thoughts raced through his mind, coming to a terrible
you may be a pearl, or maybe you’re the cracked glass. Or, revelation: he was trapped. They said they would find him.
you could be the Venetian glass, perhaps the cold, hard metal They had come to collect.
one strung next to the strong wooden one? Maybe … maybe Jack sighed in frustration, kicking a loose stone on the sidewalk.
you’re that warm one. He watched it clang onto the street and get run over by a shiny
I understand, of course, that even in your most lucid years you new convertible. The heat was stifling and he thought ruefully
may not have given me a second thought – I have never quite of the air-conditioned car he’d been forced to sell. To make
offered people the reality they seek. But my inability to speak matters worse, the taunting voice within him got stronger with
is not as a result of an inability to hear; I have witnessed your every ‘help wanted’ sign that caught his eye. They plagued
every decision, gagged by the reality of my being – unable to every window of his harrowing journey deeper into his dark
speak, unable to convince you of what is right. Some of you abyss.
have managed to manipulate the binding from my mouth, but Whack! He pitifully tried to raise his arm, but his pulverised
far too few. shoulder denied him any defence.
The irony of it all is that I have never been alone, or lonely. Jack took a tentative step into the hive of activity at the betting
In my eternity of acquaintances, despite my quietness, I have stations. Apprehension grabbed every fibre of his being.
never been at a loss for company. I think that experiencing There were safer ways of getting money, he knew. But none
another person’s life with them leaves very little room for as quick. He thought back on the weeks he had spent carefully
boredom. And when that failed, I wrote on the walls that analysing each stallion as he handed over his last few bills
stretched across the expanse of your mind. I wrote on top of and took the ticket, his fate, from the nonchalant cashier. He
my writing and write on top of my wroting. A labyrinth of the glanced down at the white slip that was his last hope. He was
curves of letters, syllables spliced in your open mind. I wrote sure he had chosen correctly.
so much that I had to paint over the walls in white at the end Whack! He collapsed as his knees gave way while the bat
of every day so that I may begin the next day. Then I would continued to pummel him mercilessly.
pick up my pen and start again. It has always been a shame for Jack perched uneasily on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixed on
me, though, that people are not as well acquainted with their the starting gates. Lightning Star stood poised in his division,
own minds as they like to believe they are. You would have amidst the chaos of the other stallions their jockeys were
noticed me if that had been the case. But we will meet again, struggling to gain control of. A hush fell over the crowd as the
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blur; headed by Lightning Star. was his true match. Drizella tried her best, but nothing could
Whack! The bat was abandoned as the attacker resorted to help the fact that she was completely hopeless and had two
kicking. left feet, which mercilessly crushed Prince Charming’s during
Jack’s heart sank as Lightning Star reared in fright, mere the attempt. Once Cinderella and Prince Charming locked
metres from the end. Despite his lead, every single stallion arms and began to gracefully sway across the room, Drizella
sped past him. knew she stood no chance. It was luck that granted her the
Whack! Both eyes swelled shut, trapping him in fearful opportunity to fool the Prince, but in the end she could not
darkness. keep up the façade for very long.
Jack sat alone in the stands, his heart racing. He had lost She began to make her way towards the exit of the grand hall
everything with this bet, he couldn’t repay his debts. and was stopped momentarily by the doorman to hand her
Whack! His crushed lungs screamed for air while the blows the glass slipper. “Keep it,” she said, but stopped as soon as
continued, relentlessly. she saw him. He tried to focus his eyes on her, but they were
Jack sped down the road, glancing nervously over his shoulder so busy looking at each other, this task seemed impossible.
every third step. There was no denying it. The man carrying His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe through his clogged
the bat was following him, eager to collect the money owed nose, but eventually gave up and took a breath through his
to him. mouth, revealing a layer of jagged teeth on top, and barely
He took a sharp left, careening into a dark alley. He stopped ANY teeth at the bottom. He tried to muster up a courageous
short as a baseball bat caught him squarely on the jaw, causing smile and said, “Nice tooth,” but she stopped him, took his
him to stagger back into the crumbling alley wall. They said hand in hers, and even she, had her happily ever after.
they would find him. Megan Marshall (Grade 11)
Siobhan Hall (Grade 11)
Briar Rose
The Glass Slipper
Briar Rose
Cinderella looked on with great anticipation as Prince guards Beauty well
Charming walked over to her two ugly stepsisters with the the outside world ne’er a word of her shall tell
delicate glass slipper. He walked over and allowed Anastasia Briar Rose
to try it on, but her large foot could not be forced in. This was binds Beauty home
the moment Cinderella has been waiting for: once the slipper in a room of rose-flowers
fit none of her sisters, she would be called upon to try on the she sleeps time away
shoe and, finally, she would be rid of her atrocious family. As Briar Rose
Drizella sat down to try on the slipper, Cinderella made her hides Beauty away
way up the stairs, just in time to hear her stepmother say, “Ah! from cruel dream-breakers
A perfect fit!” and crude money-makers
It is an understatement to say that Prince Charming was Briar Rose
anything less than appalled that the spotty faced, buck-toothed, keeps Beauty asleep
lazy-eyed woman could have been the beautiful woman he watches Beauty’s dreams
had fallen for the night before. However, he kept his word comforts Beauty while she sleeps
and took a beaming Drizella away in his carriage to wed her. Briar Rose
Cinderella, heart-broken, ran immediately to her room, where dear old rose keeps Beauty young
Fairy Godmother was already pacing up and down, trying ageing not a day
to figure out what had gone wrong. “This cannot be right! since Beauty fell asleep
I planned everything perfectly. YOU were supposed to fit Briar Rose
that shoe?” Cinderella listened patiently before adding, “I guards castles
do fit the shoe, but apparently so does Drizella …”. Fairy sustains servants
Godmother reviewed her spells countless times, but could harbours horses
not figure out how she had overlooked something as simple All asleep
as Drizella and Cinderella being the same shoe size. By this Briar Rose’s
time, Cinderella had lost all hope of ever being saved from her roots grow deep
life of slavery. “Unless,” began Fairy Godmother, “there was to the soul of the earth
another way for us to prove it was YOU at that ball all along!” endures the magic she keeps
The two set out for the castle immediately. There is no way Briar Roses
Drizella could dance as gracefully as Cinderella had on the Safe-strong Briar Roses …
night of the ball. Once Prince Charming tried to waltz with Will you let me in to where Beauty sleeps?
her, he would know instantly that she was not the one and Katy Godfrey (Grade 11)
Cinderella would have her proof. Prince Charming was all too
eager to welcome the challenge that Drizella was not the one Trapped
he had spent the night with and agreed wholeheartedly that
he should dance with both women to see exactly which one My eyes have seen honest passion.
My feet have a journey behind them,
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But an even longer path ahead. keep up with the latest. Impairing my eardrums, I stick
My taste buds live in the sushi of Japan uncomfortable ear devices to hear the latest hits. I touch
And in the electric, Indian spices. my smooth cell phone screen and feel the haptic feedback
My imagination is among the clouds, in my fingers. I taste the processed foods, with nutrient
Swimming through abandoned thoughts labels which dominate the packaging I listen to the hard
My heart is in the stars, hitting news of robberies, murders and joyful stories of lotto
Expecting something greater. winners before I sleep.
My mind is in the sails of the fishermen At home, I dine with my grandmother who tells me of family
Along the coast of Mozambique, stories that complete me. I speak my mother tongue to the
Within the bricks of the Great Wall of China elders who tell me of old traditions, mysterious tales and
And in the tip of the Eiffel Tower … cultural importance. I hear the birds, wind, cows, sheep and
While my body is stuck in a classroom children wherever I walk. I touch the sand underneath my
I’m trapped from lively experience feet and feel the warm grains through my fingers. I listen
and forged into paid silence. to the miracle of stories of babies born, elderly who have
The most I could do is peer into a thousand words. recovered from illnesses, elders who rest and the sweet, sweet
Pictures. humming of my grandmother’s voice before I sleep.
The most I would do is write those pictures down, Tshepiso Lehutjo (Grade 11)
Into memories of forever.
Kirsten Sprenger de Rover (Grade 11) A Township Tragedy

As the little figure stands there, too bewildered or too
City Slicker overwhelmed to make any sudden movements as a skittish
canine of that size usually would, one wonders where it
Lights comes from, its past, its story, even though physically it is
I walk between the endless poles of bleached lights in the stark and exposed.
night, here in the city. These lights which are so bright, hide The delicate legs of the creature, presumably a dog, due to
the burning stars, even when there is no raven in sight. I am general characteristics, yet of unidentifiable breed, tremble
standing in front of the brick walls which people call home; anxiously. Among all the business around him, there are
the walls that pile onto each other only to create blocks for rhythmic vibrations drawing nearer. A group of children is
people in which to live. I see television screens flickering at approaching rapidly. They are playing with a tatty old soccer
the shadows that glare at them for hours on end. ball of which the leather resembles the skin of a wise, aged
At home, I have light that’s bright all day and scatters itself member of the community. This anticipation is daunting
across the skies in the night. The dotted dark skies provide for a dog that small and vulnerable and it shows as its ears
light above me, they are clear and undisturbed. I stand in flatten against its head, tail clenched firmly between its legs.
front of clay structures no taller than street lamps. I see In a murky puff of dust, with a few shrieks and muffled
candle-lit rooms, welcoming me who is outside. My light footsteps, the township children, with the stained clothes and
is reliable, a power cut in the city would never leave me lost. grazed knees (a clear indication of the innocent fun being
Camera bad), have receded into the distance. Its heart racing like a
I sleep and wake up with the same thought, a thought of Ferrari, it stands motionless, still.
whether my Prada shoes will match my Polo cardigan or my The mutt’s ribs stand out enough for one to ponder its last
Jimmy Choo bag instead. More importantly sleeves or no meal: what it consisted of and when it was consumed.
sleeves, I pray the weather complements my look. I shop to However, its wiry golden-grey coat is almost flawless,
embrace the summer; hold on to the autumn; endure the disregarding the newly-obtained think layer of dust now
winter and celebrate the beginnings of new spring growth. covering it. The ground’s soft layer of unsettled sand, warm
I worry not about my hips for the shoes accentuate my legs. from the heat of the day, churned up by the children, is still
My lips shine as though I’ve painted them with coloured fish orange-brown in the air.
oil. I draw on my eyes dark rings of beauty and hot iron my The sun is setting and in the divine orange atmosphere, a
hair for smoothness. I am picture perfect. blinding ray reflects off a piece of corrugated iron, the
At home, I wake up with the thought I had last night, of ‘entrance hall’ of one of many abodes in this jungle of
my ill grandmother. I pray that the weather allows for a shacks. It reflects directly into the dog’s eyes which seem
beneficial harvest. My afro hair is rich with diverse heritage to have an earthy looking pattern just like the grain of well-
which many city girls try to imitate to have a ‘natural look’ kept and regularly varnished wood. Startled, the dog finally
but they’ll never shave their hair. My lips are softened with receives the burst of energy it was previously lacking. It runs,
Vaseline and my face is nourished with herbal ointments. As mocking the elegant action of a cheetah in pursuit of its prey,
I stand looking at the sunset, this is picture perfect. the difference being that this animal feels it is to an extent
Action the prey. Past housewives washing clothes, men singing
I dine with my Blackberry as I speak instant messaging to melancholy folk songs, street vendors selling arbitrary items
and countless shacks, it runs with no particular destination in
mind. A blurred sequence of abrupt events followed: the

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dog was halted only by an unseen, intimidating, grey monster Alongside a penguin with a patch on its head.
with lights at the front, smoke coming out of the back, four For baby dolls there were pretty clothes
tyres, the cab containing far too many bodies; one of whom Along with hair ribbons, blankets and combs.
was ‘controlling’ a wheel that decided this poor, wee dog’s fate. A toy telephone and alphabet blocks
Its story remains a mystery. Now packed away in a wooden toy box.
Rebecca Harle (Grade 10) A beautiful dollhouse with curtains now torn,
The wallpaper cracked, faded and worn.
Teddy bears once seated all in a row
The Factory (Hidden Agendas) Each one’s neck tied with a bow.
Broken wheels from tiny cars
The steam engine piped on, the gigantic whisks whipped A baby’s mobile covered with stars
merrily and rich aromas floated through the air. All was well All the toys are now packed away
in the factory. Hidden in the attic where for now they’ll stay
‘Having worked in Mr Wonka’s factory for the majority of Louise van Tonder (Grade 10)
my eighty-nine years, the factory was my second home. The
lush green meadows and the rich chocolatey smell are all-too- The Forgotten
familiar reminders I have of that place. Oh yes! I have many
a fond memory of my days at the factory. Mr Wonka was an It is weekend and she rises in hope
extraordinary gentleman – always generous, light-hearted and In the knowledge that with dignity she might cope
loving towards his workmen. Oh! And imaginative too! The She puts on her wedding ring
candies that man thought up and produced still amaze me. and dresses slowly, trembling
One of the candies I remember in particular is the Red Heart Perhaps today her children will arrive
Lollipop. The hearts were always bright crimson red. Another With her lovely grandchildren – a hive
is the jelly eyeballs. These astounded me. They were an Of joyous laughter – so different from the gloom
unbelievably precise, exact replica, I believe of a real eyeball! Of her small, dark and dismal room
They always had the perfect crunch too! Yes, Mr Wonka was She sits silently watching the hands of the clock
a fine man. which with inexorable march, her anticipation mock
But, being an old man, I have come to realise that not all good Her eyes light up when there are footsteps in the hall
things can be taken at face value.’ But it is the doctor making a call
As I sit, reminiscing about the good old days, I remember The warm savouries and tea become cold
those strange times too, when I wouldn’t have thought twice But she sits patiently in her dream’s hold
about what was in my youth. I remember that horrific stench “Please God, just today, answer my prayer”
that would drift through the factory every few days, and the She utters softly, slumped in the chair
pitch black smoke that accompanied it from the far chimney. When the sun sets and the shadows fall
I also remember the beautiful blonde lady with the magical She no longer clings to life’s call
eyes who visited the factory once, but never came out. To this Vanquished, down the corridor she disappears
day, I still believe there were jelly eyeballs that looked exactly Her cheeks glistening with tears
like hers. Come to think of it, there were quite a number of The next day the family hears
people who came into the factory who I didn’t see leave. The news which with their holiday interferes
Strangely enough, the stench and the smoke always followed They know not that grasped in gracious fingers
occurrences such as these. Their hollow, empty promise lingers
That reminds me of the lollipop hearts – there was a fresh Gemma-May Grotepass (Grade 10)
batch after every smoking event. They always had such a
beautiful shade of red .... I used to wonder where Mr Wonka Feeding an Army
found such crimson colours. I didn’t care much for the taste
of them, though – they had a sort of metallic taste to them .... The little ant clambered over seemingly mountainous crumbs
Anyway, those are just my memories of the factory .... I should of fresh bread, searching intently for just the right piece. Its
pop in one day to see how the dear Mr Wonka is doing.’ scrawny legs appeared to run furiously ahead of its puny body.
And still the steam engine pipes on, the gigantic whisks whip Left, right, left – its shovel-shaped head swung frantically
merrily and rich aromas float through the air. All is well in the from side to side like an anxious mother searching for her
factory. lost child in a crowd. All of a sudden it froze in its tracks,
Sarah Brewer (Grade 10) wiggled its stick-like antennae, and set its beady eyes on the

The Toy Box

An old ragged doll with golden hair
Now dirty and dusty but once was fair.
A little toy soldier made of wood
That once used a sword to fight for good.
A fluffy lamb that once lay on the bed

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Danielle Mulders Gr 12 Lesedi Peu Gr 12

largest, spongiest, sweetest-smelling crumb. Quicker than a
bolt of lightning, it darted forward, and sunk its head into the The Shoprite Ghost
morsel like a fat child eating cake. Retracting its head from
the spongy treat, it circled the crumb like a vulture, pondering I watched it float quietly through the graffiti-covered streets of
how to carry it back to the nest. In a split second it made the cold, silent city. Like a woken ghost is swooshed around,
up its mind and began burying its minute body under the and then, lighter than a feather, it would drop to the ground.
enormous bread crumb. A moment later, the seemingly weak With the next gust of wind it was lifted and manipulated
ant lifted the gigantic bread crumb, as if it were Atlas holding and pulled into a spiral, along with the dead autumn-orange-
up the world. As proud as a peacock, it scurried meaningfully yellow-brown leaves. It was this wind that could bring things
back to the nest, dodging obstacles of pebbles and twigs. to life, even something in a city as dead as the one I was in. I
The heroic creature was welcomed by its peers as they watched as the ghost swooshed and spun, poofed and pulled
enveloped the tasty treat like an army surrounding the enemy. and dipped and dived in the swirls, always just missing the tar
Ravenously they tore off tiny bits, relishing the soft-textured by those few millimetres. It began to make me feel so calm
delight. Within seconds the feast was over leaving the little and serene, watching something so meaningless and beautiful.
ant looking as pleased as punch as it set off purposefully to But, at the same time there was a pin prick of excitement to
plunder the remaining crumbs. see how long the wind would give it the power to defy gravity.
Kaylee Benkenstein (Grade 10) Suddenly, out of nowhere, a leather-gloved hand snatched the
ghost out of its dancing wonder, and stuffed it into a giant
The Ballet Dancer bag filled with others of its kind, and then proceeded to walk
calmly down the street in search for more, for more he could
The beautiful fluffy Persian cat with fur as white as snow possibly recycle.
walks with pride and grace towards her bowl of food, and Allyn Nienaber (Grade 10)
slowly lifts and lowers each paw with the delicacy of a ballet
dancer. Her smooth, velvety hair stands up as she rubs Revelation
against the cool, solid steel of the bowl that is overflowing
with pellets. Her nose twitches, swaying her whiskers as she Trailing behind the group, frustrated by the icy, damp air,
sniffs and smells the ocean fresh aroma arising from the I trudged on breathlessly with a grimace on my face. The
bowl – her rough, pink tongue scrapes along the bowl as she intense darkness of the unsympathetic night was the cherry
lifts a pellet into her mouth. She swings her tail back and on the cake, concerning my bitter mood. It also caused me to
forth while keeping watch on an army of ants marching by. misplace my foot on an inconveniently uneven rock.
In the silence, the crunching of the fish-shaped pellets and I went down in slow motion, much like a scene from a nature
the grinding of her teeth can be heard. Moments later, she programme, only I wouldn’t consider this my natural habitat
leans back on her haunches, licks her soft white paws with and I was the prey of the still, dark night. To this day I am
her tongue in a lazy manner and leisurely rubs them across thankful for that night, that moment. For as long as I lay
her face, leaving wet trails on her fur. Satisfied, she meows, there for those few minutes, I forgot about my aching sweaty
closes her shiny amber green coloured eyes and purrs as she feet imprisoned in my gumboots. I forgot about the spiky
falls asleep. veld piercing my bare thighs. I forgot about the smokey smell
Sasha Tavares (Grade 10) of my tangled hair strewn across my face and half tucked into
my beanie. I disregarded the fact that I must have been an
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I was consumed by the majestic silence, intimidating Reality
surrounding mountains and glorious milkyway, universe
that was clearly trying to humble me back down to size. City lights still the same
Rebecca Harle (Grade 10) City nights still the game
City sights still a shame
Scar the earth, scar our mother
Food-court Scar our origin, scar our maker
Scar our future, scar our life-giver
A hungry customer appears in the food-court. The vast, We live in a dying world, only we are to blame
desolate plain leaves him spoilt for choice. Eventually, he Trying to make ourselves rich, trying to reach fame
settles for a place near the centre of what seems to be a We live in a lie, being arrogant, yet it is that arrogance we
desert of pale blue interior design. He waits a while in his must tame
occupied position, staring out at the barren land ahead. Burn the ground, burn the bridges
The smallest movement catches his hawk eyes. Once he Burn our history, burn Nature’s riches
decides on a meal to satisfy his hunger, he waits to be served. Burn our world, burn all our refuges
Disgruntled by the appalling service, he dashes downward We live in a smoky world, the factories pollute
to fetch some water. He moves aflutter and returns to his Trying to make a name for ourselves, we commute
position. After giving up completely on the idea of being Daily between the lies we accept and the truths we refute
served, he takes a look around. Suddenly he darts to one How can we, as all that has become of humanity,
side; satisfaction is a warm blanket that is pulled over him. not stop for one moment and see
His hunger disappears and the dragonfly gracefully flies that our world is dying, she is crying, yet we all still keep on
home. lying.
Mia van Schalkwyk (Grade 10) How dare we, have the audacity
to let problems on this earth roam free
Dr Seuss’s Horton When we have the power, to face truth and responsibility
we can’t let her die, we can’t leave her be
Horton had to visit his old friend Saul we have to survive; we have to keep her alive
But first he was to go to the ball She is Earth … She gives us life …
The ball, you see, She dies …
Was not for norms like you or me. We all die …
It was for royals rich and tall Andie Burroughs (Grade 9)
Also for Horton
who was neither at all. Sarah Lee Gr 11
“How did he get an invite?” one might ask,
He must have performed some brave task.
For he was the bravest elephant in all the land
For Pete’s sake,
He was in a band!
He was tall and bright and not too thin
He was round and kind and had grey skin.
He had defeated the mean kangaroo
And had saved all the people in the land of Who.
He always got up no matter how high the fall.
He always said, “A person’s a person no matter how small.”
He was in many ways elephant kind’s greatest hero
And because of what he’d done,
He was no longer a zero.
And now to get back to that marvellous ball
Everyone there had had quite a joll.
Horton awoke the next morning
In his cozy bed,
None the wiser for what I have said.
For not only was he tall and bright and not too thin
And kind and round with grey skin,
He was as far as elephants go,
The humblest that any of us will ever know.
Sharon Ellman (Grade 9)

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EXAMS Tamryn Swanepoel Gr 12
Romances strew red rose petals about periodically, adventure
Exams are like detention books only fly near the vines and detective books are always
exams are always boring missing. Vampire books are different, though. Some sparkle
Exams are like sisters in the sunlight (heaven knows why) and the rest keep trying to
they never cease their nagging bite you give you paper cuts!
Exams can be called rats At the end of the day my room quietens down and gathers to
they eat away at anything look at the sunset through my large French windows. When
Your sleep, your brains, your beauty twilight descends all go to their own special spot to sleep the
Exams should be banned troubles and adventures from the day away. The room is quiet,
and stuck in a hole save for the occasional ruffle of papers or shuffle of vines.
or burnt alive at the stake Finally, when it is too dark to see, I too get into my vine-
let’s do whatever it takes hammock. With a quiet prayer and a tender glance around me,
exams are like a baby I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
a constant nagging bundle My room is not like any other room in the world.
that whines at this and whines at that Grethen de Waal (Grade 9)
and ruins all your peace
As I said before
let’s chuck them out the door Carina Garrett Gr 11
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OR burnt alive at the stake
LET’S DO WHATEVER IT TAKES!
Chéree Janse van Rensburg (Grade 9)


Alive, alive, alive-o

My room is like any other room in the world. It has a bed (sort
of), my favourite books (that fly), and a study (that’s alive).
My whole room is alive. It changes to suit my mood and my
needs. My room is my companion and my caretaker. Come to
think of it, my room is not like any other room in the world.
My room is totally unique.
Sometimes my room can be a bit rebellious and won’t do what
I ask. Luckily, as soon as I give it some of its favourite plant
food it simmers down and is once again a happy little room.
My room is a magical and wondrous place. The vines that
make up my room care for me. At night they bind themselves
together to form a kind of hammock for me – one that will
keep me warm or cool me down when it gets too hot. When
I’m sick the vines ooze a sticky, sweet-smelling substance that
cures all ailments. When I’m morose and I need to talk, the
vines form a representation of a human that will console me.
And when I am in high spirits the vines are always ready to
play and dance.
The books are a completely different story. They are wild
and reckless, zooming around your head until watching them
causes you to collapse from dizziness. They always rearrange
themselves on the bookcase so that you can never find what
you are looking for. As soon as you find the book and you
reach out for it … ZOOM! And the book is off in another
direction. Sometimes when I tire of their games, I grab a large
net and the vines help me catch the book that I’m looking
for. Each type of book has its own personality and habits.

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A Winter’s Blast Azille Schulze Gr 12
over a new leaf!
I embrace Winter with its stark nakedness The Ice-Queen weeps as she watches her kingdom melt and
and plummeting temperatures. Winter is crack away. But there will always be one place where her
my bottomless glass of ice-cold frappes castle will armour her from the sizzling sun — Antarctica.
and smoothies. The snow rests in heaps and mounds, the water trickling
The Ice-Queen paints and decorates gently down glaciers. Her ice-crystal jewellery safely stored
the world to her heart’s content, with in unknown caves. Her secrets kept high in the mountains,
different shades of blue, hues of grey her whispers, whistling in the wind. Her masterpiece, frozen
and piercing white, sweeping the Earth in time.
with purity and light. Anastasya Papavarnavas (Grade 9)
The first sign of her presence starts
with the icy wind of her brush, swishing The Impulse
across her canvas. Summer dresses are
whipped up into warm woollen knits. “It’s not my fault. I had nothing to do with it. It’s not my
Flip flops are hidden to the back of our fault.” Or so Alexandra kept telling herself, chanting it over
cupboards whilst boots and sneakers slip and over again in her head, like a mantra. “Wrong,” she told
onto our feet. Our hands are warmed by herself. It was her fault. How many times had he looked at
the glide of a glove. her with pleading eyes? He had reassured; he had begged. he
The world has been frozen and had struggled. And she’d done nothing. How could she have
decorated for the arrival of the Ice- done nothing for her own brother? She looked at her watch.
Queen. Penguins stand like soldiers, There was still time – plenty of time. She could still save him.
waiting for her arrival. The polar bears It wasn’t long after that until she formulated a plan. She knew
gently land the majestic sleigh. A cold what she had to do.
fresh wind blasts through the thick fur She ran and ran until she thought she would collapse from
coats of the eager crowd. The Ice-Queen walks as elegant fatigue. Then the image of his face, streaming with tears,
as a swan, her shear, silver, silky coat trailing after her on the would enter her mind and she’d keep going. “Please God,”
white royal carpet. She fills the space of the empty ice carved she begged. “Let there be time.” Finally, she saw the building.
throne. An even colder breeze ruffles the crowd’s fur coats, She added an extra burst of speed. She almost tore the door
a symbol that the Ice-Queen had arrived and was staying for off its hinges as she yanked it open . Her feet pounded on the
a long time .... drab, grey, plastic tiles.
The trees are bare. Only their stick figures pose against the And then she saw him.
frozen blue sky. The wind has stripped their coats of leaves. His face filled with relief when he met her gaze. His smile
These stick figures now stand tall and proud, whilst flaunting made his face glow. She wrapped him in her coat and motioned
their bare beauty. Away with the heavy layers of green, red or for him to be silent. She ushered him out of the building as
gold make-up caked upon their figures. quickly as she could. “Safe,” she thought as she stepped onto
The Ice-Queen freezes all aquatic sports and games. The
waters are iced with frost. Her majesty clears the beds of
snow flakes, paints the tracks and creates an avalanche to
signal the beginning of the Winter Olympics.
There is a frozen world in time, beneath our feet, as we skate
on the frozen ice. Gliding on the ice, you feel free like a bird
and rejuvenated as the icy air you breathe, shakes your bones
awake.
The Ice-Queen waves her crystal wand to cast a spell on all
the creatures. During her reign, all animals are put into a deep
sleep where they are cuddled near their loved ones. The only
sounds made, are those of a snoring bear with a full tummy
of mixed berries, fish and whatever else bears eat.
Unfortunately, humans are the Ice-Queen’s all year round
workers. The days have definitely become shorter, sadly not
the working hours. But we do get our benefits and rewards at
the end of a hard day’s work, relishing a heart-warming bowl
of soup with a cosy blanket or stretching languidly whilst
roasting yourself in front of a crackling fire are generous gifts
from her Majesty to butter us up and keep our hearts content.
From above, the earth is caked in white frosting. As time
goes by, the painting melts away. Green patches start to stain
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the pavement. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks to God. are not one of them. The first thing hat popped into my
He had come through for her and she’d done it. mind was seeing everyone: friends, classmates, teachers. A
She’d saved her wondrous baby brother from the vile, repulsive, smile crept across my face though when I began to think of
no vile and beastly claws of the dreaded dentist. the teachers. I doubted that they would be happy to see us.
Camille Samson (Grade 9) Jumping for joy at the return of the Grade Nines? Nope.
If I summed up all the pros and cons I really didn’t want to
New Life for a newborn child go back to school. To be honest, I barely did anything during
the holidays. The only highlight was going to the Crawford
Mother Earth opens her arms wide U-Party with my friend Ase, where I inevitably ended up
to embrace you, ‘Back-up dancing’ while she flirted with a guy we knew from
to welcome a new life, primary school. Humph, humph!
a new beginning. Our hockey coach, Tyler, or rather as we suitably call him
Your life thread has been spun, “Terrifying (terrible) Tyler” had requested, no, demanded (to
Woven into the fabric of the world. an extent) that we be at hockey practice. Physical torture was
One amongst many, not at the top of my to-do list but smacking a ball around (in a
but already beautiful, unique and special. ruly manner) probably wouldn’t hurt too much. Mrs van Zyl’s
You are a miracle. insulting wit while we’re on stage, on the other hand, would.
Your hands, your sparkling eyes, your Guitar, hockey, The King and I rehearsals today … AND
little feet. homework. I sometimes complain about how busy my
All this has come into the world in a schedule is but (secretly) I actually enjoy it. The late nights pay
heartbeat. off and the time is well spent with friends.
You are beginning a journey. “A couple of days summer vacation?” Check. “School coming
Sometimes smooth, sometimes bumpy, around just to end it?” Right again Phineas and Ferb theme
Like a road that rises to meet you, song. It was back to school, but the reality wasn’t so bad. The
Winding though the wondrous plains, mountains smell of success was that of stage dust lifting, freshly mown
and deserts of life. grass (full of holes after a good game of hockey), of the
It will take you a long way from those music centre’s stuffy soundproofed rooms … and of a freshly
fertile pastures from whenst you came. changed pillowcase as I put my head down to forget it all.
But always remember to admire the view Mokgadi Marishane (Grade 9)
...
As you go forth into the world, Carina Greeff Gr 11
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remember your beginnings.
Your home your family.
Those constants in the ever changing story
of life.
They will always be there to love, to cherish
and to comfort you
whenever a pot-holed patch of road
confronts you.
Annie Oppler (Grade 9)


Back to school, back to reality”

The robot-man turned green, and I began to cross the street,
lugging my tog bag and school bag on my shoulders and my
guitar on my back. “crushed, brought down, oppressed!”
These were a few of the many different words that represented
me on a Monday morning.
“It’s back to school for you!” my 10-year old brother, Thapelo,
shouted from his room, in his comfortable bed where he
would remain for a few more hours while I had to drag myself
out of my warm, cozy bed and into the unwelcoming cold.
(I could practically see his annoying grin.) Thapelo went to
a private school which opened a few days later … lucky fish,
humph!
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Afrikaans

Die Afrikaanse Departement is trots op ons leerders wat eerste treetjies gegee het of my kniegies stukkend van my fiets
aan die Afrikaanse Ekspo-kompetisie deelgeneem het. Ons afgeval het. Sou sy my in haar hande vasgehou het en my gesê
skool is as die Nasionale wenskool aangekondig en het ook het dat alles reg sal wees?
4 Nasionale wenners opgelewer. Die volgende wenners word Sy sal nooit my nooientjie ontmoet nie. Sy is baie mooi.
van harte gelukgewens met hul prestasies: Tannie sê dat sy haar aan my ma herinner. Ek dink hulle sou
Nasionale Wenner, Senior Redenaars Kategorie: goed oor die weggekom het. Sy het ‘n goeie hart en praat
Hynieke Brits. altyd met ‘n sagte stem. Ons deel alles met mekaar. Eendag
Nasionale Beoordelaarswenners, Senior Redenaars Kategorie: sal ons hopelik trou.
Paula Schutte Pa het nooit dié onaangename dag vergeet nie. Ons is deur baie
Nasionale Wenner, Junior Prosa Kategorie: saam, ek en my pa. Hy het my basies op sy eie grootgemaak –
Margoux Steenkamp sonder klagtes. Ma se dood bly nog ‘n kristalhelder prentjie in
Nasionale Beoordelaarswenner, Junior Prosa Kategorie: sy herinneringe. Elke dag bid ek dat hy homself sal vergewe
Purcel Suen en amptelik weer met die lewe aangaan. Ek het self ‘n kort
rukkie gelede vrede met alles gemaak. Ja, dit bly nog seer maar
Ma ek konsentreer nie meer op die pynlike dele nie. Ek glo dat die
Here alles na die fynste besonderhede beplan het om my lewe
Dit was 5 Desember 1992, net ‘n week voordat ek agt maande op die regte spoorlyn te kry. As dit andersverloop het, sou ek
oud was. Ek onthou haar skaars. Pa vertel altyd oor watter seker nie wees waar ek vandag staan nie.
wonderlike vrou sy was. Ek weet nie presies wat verkeerd My liewe Ma, hoe ek na haar verlang… in my hart sal daar
geloop het nie, maar hulle sê dat sy in ‘n tragiese taxi-opstand altyd ‘n leë plekkie net vir haar wees.
doodgeskiet is. Nokuthula Nzimande (Graad 12)
Ek het al ‘n paar fotos van haar gesien. My broer lyk net
soos sy; sy was net mooier. Sy glimlag breed in al haar foto’s. Die Hings
Tannie sê dat sy ‘n vrolike mens was; elke dag vol grappies.
My gedagtes hardloop nou met my weg – ek wonder wat se Hy was dertien toe hy van sy fiets afgeval het en met sy
soort persoon sy was… bloedrooi knie huis toe geloop het. Hy was bang en hy wou
Ek droom tot vandag toe nog soms oor haar. In een van my huil, maar hy het geweet hy moes sterk wees.
drome het sy my in haar arms vasgehou en saggies gefluister. Drie jaar later was hy ‘n jong man met ‘n doel en groot
Ek onthou dat ek daardie dag ‘n slegte dag gehad het en aspirasies. Hy het graad tien by die plaasskool waar sy familie
hoewel ek nie presies onthou wat sy gesê het nie, onthou ek bly, voltooi en het sy ma gehelp om sy klein boeties en sussies
hoe beter en gelukkiger ek die volgende dag gevoel het. Ek te versorg.
onthou nog dié ervaring asof dit net gister gebeur het. Nooit Sy oom het hom na sy huis in Bethal toe genooi om by hom te
sal ek dit kan verklaar nie. bly en graad twaalf daar klaar te maak. Hy was die hoofseun
My vriende en vriendinne het altyd van hulle ma’s gepraat – van sy hoërskool, Emizinoni Secondary School, in graad elf
veral op laerskool. Hulle stories was vir my baie opwindend. en graad twaalf. Dit was baie moeilik om skool toe te gaan
Miskien is dit omdat ek nie my eie gehad het nie, ek weet nie. omdat dit tydens die opstande in Suid-Afrika was. Hy moes
Tannie was ten minste meeste van die tyd daar. Ek sal vir ewig by kerslig vir Wiskunde en Wetenskap studeer, want in daardie
dankbaar wees, maar sy bly nog steeds nie my ma nie. tyd was daar nie onderwysers nie. Een middag na skool het
As kind het ek baie emosionele probleme gehad. Ek was hy huis toe geloop en motorgeluide en gille gehoor. Daar
altyd in die moeilikheid en vir die meeste van my kinderjare was swaar rook in die lug en kinders het begin rondhardloop.
was ek kwaad; ek weet nie presies hoekom nie. Miskien was Hy was bekommerd en wou weet wat aangaan, maar daar was
ek vir die Here kwaad omdat Hy my ma van my weggevat nie tyd nie, want hy moes weghardloop, want die polisiesirene
het of miskien was ek vir die wêreld kwaad, oor hoe alles het geloei. Hy het blitsvinnig oor ‘n onbekende huis se hek
onregverdig was. Hoekom het dit met my gebeur? Partykeer geklim en vir ‘n uur lank weggekruip. Hy het later terug huis
wens ek dat sy daar was toe ek my eerste woorde gesê het, my toe gesluip toe alles stil was. Gelukkig was hy veilig.

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Paula Schutte Gr 12 Kaylee Benkenstein Gr10
ander taal. As ons terugdink, is Afrikaans maar nog ‘n jong
Aan die einde van matriek het hy die liefde van sy lewe lammetjie in vergelying met ander tale. Afrikaans is nog in sy
ontmoet, sy meisie, Hazel. Sy was intelligent, mooi, kalm, tienerjare en sal beslis nog baie verander. Die jeug van vandag
vriendelik en nie soos die ander dogters nie. Hazel het hom gebruik Afrikaanse frases in uitdrukkings en kommunikasie,
gemotiveer en vir hom ‘n nuwe lewe gegee. Hulle was verlief soos: “Ag siestog”, “Jy is lastig”, “Jy’s ‘n mamparra”, “Come
op mekaar en het baie nader aan mekaar gegroei. Hy was nie friends, let’s watch ‘n Skop, Skiet en Donner movie” en
ryk of beroemd nie en toe hy uiteindelik klaar met skool was, “Let’s braai”. Afrikaans is ‘n kleurvolle en beskrywende taal.
kon sy ouers nie die universiteitsopleiding bekostig nie. Afrikaanse sangers help om Afrikaans lewendig te hou deur
Dit was nie die einde van sy reis wat hy moes voltooi nie. Hy het die vermenging van Afrikaanse en Engelse lirieke soos “Baby
werk by Korrektiewe Dienste gekry. He het vir drie jaar hard Tjoklits” deur Gerhard Steyn.
gewerk en genoeg geld gespaar om vir ‘n universiteitsopleiding Afrikaans is mos plesierig wanneer ons programme soos “7de
te betaal. Terwyl hy gestudeer het, het hy met Hazel getrou. Laan” en “Hartland” kyk. Volgens die tydskrif “Taalgenoot”
Hulle was baie gelukkig en hulle het kinders gehad, twee Oktober 2009, is daar baie meer mense wat na die Afrikaanse
dogters, en dit was vir hulle ‘n groot seëning. Hy het ook vir radiostasie luister en “Kyknet” op televisie kyk, in vergelyking
sy klein broertjies en sustertjies se opvoeding betaal en hy het met vyf jaar gelede; ‘n 50% verhoging. Verder met al die
vir sy ma en pa klere en huisraad gekoop. Afrikaanse tydskrifte wat beskikbaar en op die rak is, is daar ‘n
Hierdie man het uiteindelik alles bereik, hy was trots op 46% verhoging in lees dieafgelope vyf jaar.
homself en gelukkig met alles waarvoor hy gewerk het. Sy Dink jy dat ‘n taal soos Afrikaans sommer net sal uitsterf ?
lewe het sy bene sterk gemaak; sy situasies het sy hart sag en “Die toekoms van Afrikaans lyk vandag beter as wat dit tien
warm gemaak en dit is hoe hy geleer het dat hy soos ‘n hings jaar gelede was. Die Afrikaanse boek-en-musiek bedryf
kon hardloop. Hy is my inspirasie en my vriend. het ‘n hoogtepunt bereik. Jy vind vir die eerste keer dat
Die hings is my pa. Afrikaanssprekende rock-en-popgroepe Afrikaanse name soos
Zinhle Nzimande (Graad 12) “Straatligkinders” het en Afrikaanse tieners is mal daaroor!
“Ons wil nie vir die taal veg nie, ons wil dit lewe”, volgens
Afrikaans het ‘n toekoms Karen Breytenbach. Vandag neem Afrikaans met trots sy
regmatige plek as ‘n Suid-Afrikaanse taal onder ander tale in.
Soos die spreekwoord lui “’mens is nooit te oud om te leer ‘n Taal soos Afrikaans kan nie net uitsterf nie.
nie”, is dit duidelik dat geen mens so oud kan wees dat hy Chris Chameleon sing mos: “As ek droom, dan droom ek in
nie nuwe dinge kan leer nie. Ons staan aan die begin van my taal en as ek saans voor ek gaan slap met my God praat,
‘n nuwe era. Dit is ‘n tydperk van pragtige taal vernuwings. dan praat ek in my taal.”
Die Afrikaanse taal het elke sektor van ons lewens binnegeval, Priyanka Nagar (Graad 12)
soos kommunikasie, handel, politiek en ons sosiale lewe. So
kan ons sonder twyfel sê dat Afrikaans ons lewens op talle
maniere geraak het. Suid-Afrika is vandag die rykste land wat Afrikaans is sic”
taal en kultuur betref. In Suid-Afrika is daar elf amptelike tale
in die grondwet. Afrikaans word die meeste en die wydste Hedendaagse “oppie-bol” AFRIKAANS is “kief ” en “cool”.
gepraat, dus het Afrikaans ‘n toekoms. Dit gee Afrikaans sommer ‘n lekker “facelift” en dit hou ons
Dit is die moedertaal van nie net Afrikaners nie, maar ook die taal lewendig.
meerderheid Suid-Afrikaanse groepe. Afrikaans is verryk deur Afrikaans is die somtotaal van baie invloede en ons kan niks
leenwoorde uit ander tale, insluitend Engels, Duits, Frans en en niemand uitsluit nie. Daar is so baie mense wat Afrikaans
Khoisan Dit bestaan as ‘n volwaardige kultuurtaal soos enige praat – al kom dit krom en skeef uit – dit kom uit die hart en

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dit is EG Afrikaans! Alle Afrikaansprekendes is nie wel ter monumenttaal of ‘n mengelmoes? Die Afrikaans van ons
tale nie, waarom moet hulle oor die vingers getik word net jong mense is lankal nie eers meer “attractive” nie. Toe
oor hulle nie die taal kan GOOI nie! Afrikaans in 1875 so stadig in die volksmond begin ontwikkel
Hedendaagse Afrikaans is VARS, BESKRYWEND – en het, was daarna as “kitchen dutch” verwys. Afrikaans is in
VOL BEELDSPRAAK! PURISTE reken egter dat hierdie 1925 as landstaal erken. maar ek dink nie dat Afrikaans die
Afrikaans slordig en morsig is, maar volgens my maak dit huidige volkspoging sal oorleef nie.
ons taal RYK en LEKKERRRR! Onthou – niks versmoor Wat sal ons vandag se volksgebabbel noem? Eers praat ons
‘n taal soos verbeeldingloosheid nie! van “koel (cool)”, toe raak dit “actually amazing” en soms
Linette Retief skryf in Sarie van 3 Desember 1997: “Niks “awesum”. Maar om Afrikaans as taal suiwer te praat, is
sê dit heeltemal soos Afrikaans nie”, en JA, ek stem 100% eintlik “impressive”. My ma sê heeldag dat ek nie my taal so
saam. Dink aan die woord “lekkerrrrr” en waar kry jy ‘n moet meng nie. Dis maar moeilik.
beter beskrywende word as “gatvol”. “Moenie jou geluk Daar is woorde met net te veel “oemf ” dat een taal hulle
beproef ” is nie naastenby so kleurvol soos “jy speel met nie kan vashou nie, maar ‘n mens voel so half skuldig as
die lykswa se starter”nie. En wat van die woord “bôls- mense sulke woorde gebruik wat so lekker inpas by wat jy
up”? Is dit nie tien keer lekkerder en kragtiger om te sê as op die hart het. Ons Afrikaners moet ons erfenis bewaar en
“knaterflater” nie. Hierdie nuutskeppings is verbeeldingryk hier kruip hierdie “vreemdeling” in ons taal in en kom lê so
en deurspek met humor en word al jare lank deur Prof Johan gemaklik in ons monde.
Combrink aangemoedig. “Ai”, of liewers “sies” en dan wonder ek wat van woorde soos
Dames en here, ons moet ons gesindheid verander en begin “verbasend” en “indrukwekkend” gaan word. Kom ons
aanvaar dat daar baie dialekte in Afrikaans is. Ons kan mos onderneem ‘n transformasiereis om van slordige taal ontslae
nie etikette aan mense hang bloot omdat hulle sinsbou, te raak en almal voorbeeldige puriste te word. Gebruik jou
woorde en uitspraak verskil van onss’n nie. Ja, suiwer grysstof en maak van Afrikaans die kommunikasiemiddel
puristiese-eksie-perfeksie-Afrikaans is Afrikaans, maar nie wat dit behoort te wees.
die enigste Afrikaans nie. Wie is ek om te sê dat die taal Die gehalte van ‘n mens se dinkwerk kry beslag in jou
wat in die Kaapse Vlakte gepraat word nie regte Afrikaans skryfwerk. As jy slordig, modderig en onjuis dink, skryf jy
is nie? Adam Small het in Die Burger van 22 Julie 1995 slordig, modderig en onjuis. Jou taal is die uitdrukking van
geskryf: “Kaapse Afrikaans het so ‘n lekker “curve” en ‘n jou verstand. Hou jou denke skoon en die taalvlooie sal
“flow”. Dit is juis ook Namakwalandse Afrikaans wat ons uit jou spreektaal en skryfwerk bly. Haal Afrikaans uit die
taal se suurdeeg is. Verder het Pieter Spaarwater van Die afvoersloot en gee dit nuwe status.
Burger, Weskus Afrikaans beskryf as “’n heerlike verteerbare Tanja Joubert, ‘n jong kunstenaar, sê oor ons taal en kultuur:
smulhappie”. Hierdie Afrikaans is definitief nie morsig en “Jy is met jou naelstring daaraan verbind en al spring ‘n mens
slordig nie. soms “bungee” daarmee, is die naelstring steeds so kort, dat
Afrikaans moet dus soos khakiebos wees. Waar kakiebos jy een of ander tyd maar weer terugskiet na die beginpunt.
kom, groei dit en kry jy hom nie dood nie. Ons moet sorg Nietemin, is dit nogal opwindend, om te sien hoeveel skiet
dat ons lees, luister en kreatief skep. Laat Afrikaans soos die rek gee en watter streksprong-toertjies ‘n mens daarmee
khakiebos woeker. Afrikaans moet ook almal insluit wat kan uithaal”. Vermy taalglipse. Dit moet jou mond se
dit praat en ook hoe hulle dit praat, want soos khakiebos wagwoord wees!
kan ons nie kieskeurig en aanstellerig wees nie. Laat ons www.oulitnet.co.za gee talle wenke oor hoe om Afrikaans
jongmense tog toe om te praat van “COOL”, “SIC” en as taal suiwer te hou en verder to ontwikkel. Een van die
“KIEF”, want ons eie skeppings vloei tog so lekker. Ons wenke is dat ‘n mens nie moet probeer om snaaks te wees
praat ten minste ons taal. Dink liewer daaraan: wanneer of geleerd te klink deur Afrikaans en engels deurmekaar te
ons ophou om Afrikaans te praat, IS die taal se voortbestaan praat nie. Skep eerder ‘n “mode” waarvolgens Afrikaans
in gevaar! suiwer gepraat kan word. Dwing respek af vir Afrikaans
EK wil sonder om een oomblik te huiwer, my standpunt deur jou eie optrede. Praat suiwer Afrikaans en beïnvloed
herbevestig – hedendaagse Afrikaans is “sic” en die praat mense om jou deur ‘n goeie voorbeeld te stel.
daarvan maak my so opgewonde soos “ ‘n budgie op Ek pleit dat ons Afrikaans suiwer moet hou. Ontwikkel elke
steroids”. Dames en here – los tog die “upstêrsgeid” – dag jou taalvaardigheid deur te dink voordat jy praat en deur
praat asseblief tog net die taal, met of sonder ‘n “curve”, die persepsie van die luisteraars om jou te verander. Jy hoef
met of sonder ‘n “slang” en hy sal vanself soos khakiebos nie taalopleiding te hê om ‘n knap taalkundige te wees nie.
voortplant. Onthou Afriaans is nie “common” en identiteitsloos nie,
Heynieke Brits (Graad 12) inteendeel - dis uniek! Afrikaans bestaan sedert die Stigting
Afrikaans Ekspo Nasionale Wenner: Redenaars van die Genootskap vir Regte Afrikaners op 14 Augustus
1975 deur Arnodus Pannevis in Paarl. Dit is waar ons
Afrikaans is‘n taal taalmonument staan.
Wees trots op jouself, jou ouers, jou herkoms, jou land en
Afrikaans is ‘n taal wat vreeslik slorig gepraat word. Is dit laaste, maar nie die minste, jou taal. Ek is baie trots op my
OK om ons amazing taal op te mors met al die weird en moedertaal, Afrikaans, want dit is “stunning”.
wonderful woorde? Paula Schutte (Graad 12)
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Laura Russell Gr 10 Chanelle Williams Gr 12 Frances Everett Gr10

Ons lewens om‘n tennisbaan aarde geplaas is. Net soos baie punte in ‘n pot gewen moet
word, so kry ons baie geleenthede om ons foute reg te stel.”
My vinnig - kloppende hart dwing my brandende oë om na Hy het my gesoen, my ma se hand gevat en na hulle sitplekke
die telbord op te kyk, die hele stadion klap hulle hande en toe geloop.
skree asof almal kan hoor wat hy of sy sê. ‘n Ma probeer om Nou staan ek hier, voor miljoene mense wat gretig wag om te
haar kind stil te hou, terwyl twee tienermeisies vir hulleself op weet wie die volgende Wimbledon kampioen sal wees.
die groot TV-skerm waai en lag. Met ‘n groot verligting dat “Stilte,” sê Meneer Henry, die skeidsregter.
dit nie net ‘n droom is nie, sien ek die telling raak. Twee stelle “Speel!” beveel hy.
en vyf potte is langs my naam geskryf. Ek bons die bal. Op. Af. Op. Af. Ek vang die bal, haal een
“Moenie nou opmors nie! Hou aan met jou houe soos jy keer diep asem en maak my oë toe.
altyd gespeel het,” dink ek. Ek gooi die goudgeel bal hoog bo my kop en maak gereed om
Soos ‘n kind wat ‘n nuwe hondjie ontvang het, bons my hart te dien. Dit is nou of nooit!
met vreugde toe ek agterkom dat ek miskien die Wimbledon Nadine Hetzler (Graad 11)
kampioene kan wees.
Ek dink aan die dae toe ek net tien jaar oud was, toe my pa Niks meer
my geleer het om tennis te speel. My pa is vol wyshede. Hy
het altyd die lewe met tennis vergelyk en altyd vir my gevra: mense
“Elisa, is dit nie snaaks hoe tennis met die lewe vergelyk word en mense
nie? Vat byvoorbeeld, die afslaandiene in tennis. Daar is altyd en mense
twee kanse wat ‘nmens het om af te slaan. Al dien ons soms deur geluide gewarrel en kwaad
en ons mors op, kry ons nog ‘n kans om dinge reg te stel. liefde, gevoelens en haat
Met ‘n bietjie meer konsentrasie en beplanning, kan ons ander niks meer as mens
mense nog steeds suksesvol in die lewe dien.” intieme, ekstrovert en passievol
Ek was dertien jaar oud toe ek besef het dat ek tennis my niks meer as mens
loopbaan wil maak. Die aand toe ek en my pa besig was om mense
wors te braai, het my pa my gevra wat ek eendag wil word. Ek en mense –
sal nooit vergeet wat hy my gesê het na ek hom vertel het nie. en ek
Hy het diep in my oë gekyk en gesê: “Volg jou drome, vermy niks minder as mense
al die hindernisse en as jy val, sal ek altyd daar wees om jou te Robin Roux (Graad 11)
vang en weer aan te moedig om jou droom te bereik.”
Net voor elke wedstryd, gee pa my advies. Vandag het hy vir Die Groot Dors
my gesê: “Die wit lyne wat op die tennisbaan uitgemerk is, is
daar om ons op die regte pad te hou. As ons buite die lyne Die krieke word stil en die skadu’s begin wegkruipertjie speel
slaan, tel dit as ‘n fout. Dankie tog dat ons baie punte in een met die klimplante teen die stoepreëlings. Die berg verander
pot kry sodat ons ons foute kan regmaak. Die lyne op die van dofpienk na teelgrys en word ‘n forse silhoeët teen die
tennisbaan is soos die reëls wat ons in die lewe kry om al die staalblou aandlug. Leentjie maak tee en bring dit op die wit
mense op die regte pad te hou. geborduurde teelappie met die blou-en-wit teestel – haar beste
En ja, almal van ons maak foute, partykeer baie “simple”
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stel (uit Parys nogal). Haar kraakvars gemmerkolwyntjies met Tamryn Swanepoel Gr 12
ingelegde vyekonfyt en geklitste plaasvarsroom laat ‘n mens
se mond water. Die vroegaand paddakoor word luider. Botswana
Oon Jan skuifel reg in sy diep gemakstoel en sy pens span bol.
Oom Rassie kom met ‘n vaart om die draai in sy lendelam “… en die les van die verhaal is wees gereed vir wanneer jou
bakkie. Amper is Klitsgras, die rondloperkat, daarmee heen, sussie jou in die middel van nêrens laat beland en boonop …
maar sy spring vinnig op die rotsrandjie. Onkruid vergaan moet nooit vir ‘n ou man vra waar jy is nie. Hy is seker net
nie. so verdwaal!”
Oom Stoffel en Oom Koos kom oudergewoonte pyp in Ons het besluit om die aand op Lekubu -eiland, Botswana,
die hand aan. Dit was ‘n lang dag en dis tyd vir die manne in die middel van die Makgadigadi Panne deur te bring. Die
om te rus. Vroegoggend het Oom Jan al kalwers gevang en volgende oggend voor sonsopkoms, het ek en my familie
Oom Rassie eiers bymekaar gemaak. Oom Stoffel en Oom gaan stap en natuurlik soos ek hulle ken, verdwaal ons sonder
Koos was al in die landerye besig om diep teue uit hulle enige water byderhand.
moerkoffiekanne te neem. Na ons opwindende oggend het ons belsuit om aan te ry.
Dis Vrydagaand – pokeraand – en ontspanaand. Die Janneke, my middelste sussie, was in “beheer” van die GPS vir
manne praat eers oor ditjies en datjies – oor Tant Miems die dag. Dit het nie baie lank gehou nie, want na ‘n uur op die
se knewelring wat Blink Pierre vir haar gegee het. So oud panne was Janneke al diep in droomland en niemand anders
en hulle hou hulself so verspot! Goeie genugtig! ‘n Mens het geweet hoe om die GPS te gebruik nie. Sy was te siek en
kry darem end met sulke nonsens wanneer ‘n mens oor die ons … ons was verlore!
sewentig is! Die snuitereienaar van, gedorie, die nuwe Spar … Daar was letterlik niks en niemand nie …
gebruik die verkeerde kruie vir sy braaihoender en verkoop Na ‘n rukkie het ons ‘n ou man met toiingklere gevind. Hy
van die verspotte koeldranksap met alkohol wat die jong het soos ‘n lukrake inwoner gelyk.
mense die spoor laat byster raak. Gerugte gons juis oor jong My pa het toe iets gedoen was g’n “Macho Man” ooit sou
Ester se pensie! doen nie … Hy het vir aanwysings gevra! Die ou man was
Die Boerekoöperasie is ook nie meer wat dit voor die oorlog self eers onseker, maar toe hy die Coke gesien het, was hy
was nie. Daar is geen ordentlike hoenderpitkos nie en die sommer doodseker waarheen ons moes gaan.
pryse is verregaande. ‘n Mens sal ook nie verstom wees om Dit was ‘n rowwe pad vol slaggate.
uit te vind dat hulle onkruiddoder van Mosanto kom nie. Ewe skielik het die kar geruk. Doosh! Daar was ‘n doodse
Generies verander en ‘n gevaar vir al wat plant en mens is! stilte in die kar. Almal se hare het regop gestaan. My pa het
Oom Jan se sout-en-pepersnor is vol room soos hy aan die blitsvinnig uit die kar gespring, die sleepwa het gerol en die
kolwyntjies smul. Leentjie bring Oom Stoffel se wildsbiltong kar se as het geruk.
wat sy versigtig gekerf het. Sy het ook varkkrakeling op die Dit het laat begin word en geen karre het dieselfde pad as ons
bord gesit! Die manne is nou stil en hul kakebene werk hard. geneem nie, ons moes die hele sleepwa uitpak en hom weer
Oom Koos pak die speelkaarte uit met sy growwe op sy wiele gooi. Dit was ‘n swaar sleepwa en ons was net vier
rumatiekhande. Die geld word gou op die tafel neergelê. Tyd meisies en my pa.
vir die ernstige dinge en brandewyn. Leentjie kom verward
aan en sê dat die voorraad van brandwater op is. … Wat ‘n
gedoente! Philemon word geroep. Daar is nog tyd voordat
die Smouswinkel aan die einde van die dorp sluit. Die manne
is nou te gemaklik om soontoe te ry en gelas Philemon om
Juta op te saal en gou te maak. Vier bottels brandewyn hoort
voldoende te wees.
Die skaap op die spit is al amper gaar en die heerlike reuk
trek deur die aandlug. Die honde kwyl. Oom Stoffel toor
met sy braaisous. Ys en glase staan reg vir die ware Jakob-
boeretroos. Ai, waar bly Philemon so lank? Oom Stoffel sê
hy koop nog die brandewyn. Die dors is groot. Oom Koos
stry hom op en sê Philemon is binnekort tuis. Die manne
moet nou sterk wees.
Leentjie stapel die borde hoog met skaapvleis, patats en
aartappels. Die manne val weg. Ag, waar is die brandewyn?
Oom Rassie praat almal moed in. Die manne berus hulself
daarby en geniet solank die koningsmaal. En hoeka! Daar wen
Oom Rassie se eerste hand. Maar die dors bou en bou. Wat
op dees aarde vang Philemon aan? En dan verskyn hy soos
die Engel Gabriël. Hande reik uit. Waar is die brandewyn?
Philemon vra: “Oom Jan, waar is die toom?”
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Madelize Geldenhuys Gr 11 Chelsea Paterson Gr 12

Die hele uit-en-inpakkery het ons agt ure geneem! ‘n Nuwe plek, ‘n nuwe begin, ‘nnuwe
Agt ure later het ons redding toe gekom, ‘n groep Land Rovers ALLES!
vol sterk manne.
Praat van ironie! Graad sewe was ‘n onvergeetlike jaar – een van die
Andrea Hattingh (Graad 10) hoogtepunte van my lewe. Herinneringe aan my vriendin,
Lize met haar entoesiasme, karisma en vrede, gee my ‘n
Die “Amper-nie” vakansie gevoel van verligting.
Ek kam rof deur my kroeserige hare om dit plat en netjies
Daar is een vakansie wat ek in my lewe nooit sal vergeet nie. te kry. My skoon en gladde gesig smeer ek met “Johnsons
Een ramp na die ander het ons getref, dié Desember. complexion” room. Met ‘n glimlag staar ek na die meisiekind
Dis uiteindelik vakansie en ek, Ma en tannie Christa is besig om wat in die spieël is. Vandag gaan jy koshuis toe, hoërskool
die sleepwa te laai. Pa en Marlise is al laasweek Bloemfontein toe,” sê ek vir haar. Sy frons en skud net haar kop . In haar
toe omdat sy moes gaan skaak speel. Ons sukkel om alles in oë is ‘n vlam van opwinding, haar tande skitter met blydskap,
te pas. Christa is al ‘n uur laat vir die afspraak. Uiteindelik maar haar hartjie is bang en onseker.
slaan Ma die sleepwa toe. Ons val in die pad, reg vir die lang Op pad “Girls High” toe vat my moeder my na ‘n nuwe plek,
rit Bleomfontein toe. met ‘n nuwe begin en ‘n nuwe alles toe. Ek staan skrikkerig
Ons ry goed totdat ons in Johannesburg se verkeer vassit. Toe voor North Lodge se ingangsportaal. Vir die eerste keer is
tref die eerste ramp ons. Stoom kom by die kar se enjinkap uit! ek stoksielalleen, op my eie. Hier begin ‘n nuwe hoofstuk
Toe ons by ‘n vulstasie stop, sê hulle die verkoeler is stukkend. in my lewe. Met oë gefokus op die silwer Toyota Fortuna
Ons besluit om terug te draai. Sukkel-sukkel kom ons terug wat vertrek van die skool se parkeerarea, wil-wil my voete
by die huis. Pa bel en sê hy sal met die ander kar terugry. Hy agterna hardloop en terug huis toe gaan. My deur van gemak
los vir Marlise by tannie Alet en ry deur die nag Pretoria toe. en warmte het gesluit en die sleutel het weggevlieg. ‘Ja, soms
Ek hoor die volgende oggend dat Pa ‘n hond raakgery het en gaan daar deure vir ‘n mens toe, deure van geleentheid en
in die proses die kar afgeskryf het. Tyd vir plan C. Ek en Ma geluk, maar soms kyk mens so lank na die geslote deur dat jy
sal met Oupa se klein Mercedes Bloemfontein toe ry en dan nie agterkom dat ‘n ander geopen is nie.’
na Nature’s Valley, waar ons die vakansie gaan spandeer. Pa Soos ek in gedagte na die leë en formele parkeerarea kyk,
sal later deurry in sy bakkie met die bagasie wat in die sleepwa kom daar ‘n meisie so 1,6 meter lank met krullerige hare en
was. Genadiglik kom ons veilig in Bloemfontein aan. ‘n koffiebruin vel na my toe aangehop. Haar ogies is rooi
Op pad Nature’s Valley toe begin dit reën. Teen die tyd dat gehuil, maar sy stel haarself vriendelik voor as “Kelsey”.
ons deur die nou, kronkelende pas ry, reën dit katte en honde. Terwyl Kelsey met my gesels, probeer sy met al haar mag om
Nog nooit was ek so dankbaar om ons vakansiehuis te sien nie. die stortvloed van trane weg te steek en my ook op te beur.
Die volgende oggend bel Pa. Die hond het sy hand gebyt. Deur droë grappies te vertel, steek sy my aan om ook te lag.
Hy kan nie bestuur nie. Weereens maak Ma ‘n plan. Oupa Ek vergeet skoon van al die donker en slegte nagmerries wat
sal saam met Pa deurry en oom Erris sal saam met Ouma ry. ek van hierdie plek gehad het.
Gelukkig kom hulle veilig by die see aan en die res van die Met ‘n goue, blink glimlag lag sy oor al die stoute goed
vakansie verloop sonder voorval. wat ons in die laerskool gedoen het. Ek sal nooit vergeet
Elke keer wat ek dink aan ons rampspoedige vakansie, besef waarvandaan ek kom nie, dit is my platvorm, die basis van
ek dat dit tog ‘n baie lekker vakansie was. Ek is bly dat ons my huis en ek open die volgende deur van geleentheid en
“Amper-nie” vakansie darem goed uitgedraai het. tevredenheid.
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Bofora bja Semelo Bana ba bangwe ke dibodu tša go tšwafa go dira mošomo wa
sekolo. Ba ipshina ka go robala le go boledišana ge morutisi a
Kotsi ya lehu ke go hloka boitsebišo ruta. Ba dira sekolo lefelo la go ralokela. Ba rata dintwa le go
Go se tsebe gore o mang; hlabana ka dithipa. Bana ba ba senya tšhelete ya batswadi le
O hloka tlamo ya moya. nako ya gore ba hwetše tsebo.
Go se tsebe gore o tšwa kae; Ba kgahlwa ke go dira dilo tša go tšwa tseleng, go swana le
O hloka maloko a kelello. go utswa dillathekgeng, dipuku le ditšhelete tša barutwana ba
Go se tsebe gore o ya kae; bangwe. Bana ba ba dira dilo tša go šiiša le go nyamiša. Ba
O nta lewatleng la leswiswimanyami. nagana gore ke mediro yeo e tlago go ba tsebagatša gare ga
O ile wa ba mohu ka letšatši la matswalo. dithaka. Ba na le mafolofolo go dilo tša phaku go swana le go
O tšhiololo ya lefase; le go theile Lobiša. ngwalela matlhapa godimo ga dothoto tša sekolo.
O lobile bathuši ba gago ba bophelo: Kgane thuto ga se senotlelo sa bophelo? Batho a ba hwetše
BoLethabo, BoLerato, BoKhutšo, BoTokologo. mešomo ya maemo a godimo ka gore ba rutegile? Ka Sepedi
Ba kgobokanetše lebitleng la phetagatšobotlalo. ba re, “O buna seo o se bjetšego,” bjale re swanatše go bjala
O lobile kgwerano ya bona letšatši leo o gannego go ba bota. bohlale le kgotlelelo go mošomo wa sekolo. Ka letšatši le
Ntle ga bona, o tla topa kae makhura a bophelo? lengwe o tla gopola ge batswadi ba be ba re, “Re bjala ka
O hloka mogau go bophelo gobane o lebetše tumelo. meokgo, re buna ka mekgolwane.” Bana ba ba mohuta wo,
O nyaditše mahlogonolo ao bophelo bo go filego. ba swanetše go phafoga ba kwešiše gore ga go lehumo leo
Goreng o ikgoboša ka mokgwa yo? le tšwago kgauswi. Ge ba ka se phafoge e sa le nako, ba tla
O timeletše tseleng ya go ikhumana. ikhwetša ba ija ditšhila tša dithaka tša bona.
O theilwe ke sefu sa dimelo tše bofora. Kgomotso Mrwata (Grade 12)
Lefase le tla go ja; o bile mogoga wa lona.
Boitsebišo ga se mphiwafela, Catherine Tait Gr 12
Ga go yoo a tla go tlišetšago bjona o dutše.
O ipea boineelong kotsing ya lehu ge o hloka boitsebišo-
Semelopopo sa gago o nnoši.
Lethabo Motswaledi (Grade 12)

Sekolo, lefelo la thuto le polokego
goba lefelo la bosenyi?

Bana ba bangwe ba ya sekolong go hwetša tsebo le mothopo wa
thuto ya maleba. Ba bangwe ba dira sekolo lefelo la makgotla a
go hwetša batho ba go rekiša diokobatši le dinotagi.
Batswadi ba iša bana dikolong gore ba se ke ba tsena mathateng
a go swana le go raloka mataese le dikarata mo mebileng. Ba
nyaka bana ba bona ba be le mešomo ya maemo, gore ba rutege
ba kgone le go hwetša tšhelete ya gore ba kgone go phela
bophelo bjo bokaone. Eupša bana ba bangwe ba no kgahlwa
ke go dira dilo tša phaku sekolong. Bana bao ba lokilego ba ya
sekolong ba nagana gore ke lefelo la polokego. Ba re ke lefelo
leo barutiši le barutwana ba bontšhanago tlhompho, lerato le
maikarabelo a maphelo a bona.

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Re tšwa kgole... Ke ka moo o lego bohlokwa maphelong a rena.
O tšhegofatšo.
Re tšwa kgole fela difahlego tša rena ga di šošobantšhwa Thuto, seetša gare ga mathatha a rena.
ke matšatši a re a phetšego. Leleme la ka.
Re a phela! Thuto, o moetapele setšhabeng sa rena.
Re na le mafolofolo go swana le ge se se bose se kgewa ke Tshepo ya rena.
setlogolo. Thuto, o lehuma leo le sa feleng.
Dikoša di a opelwa, ke lethabo le mmino. Ga gona yo a ka re tšealago wena.
Re botšana ka diele tše dikhupeditšwego ke mebala tša Malebo Sedibeng (Grade 10)
molalatladi.
Re tšwa kgole. THUTO
Ga re sa le dimelana.
Re dihlare tša moeie. O bohlokwa go bohle,
Medu ya rena a tseneletše ebile a tiile. Ga o kgethe gore o mang,
Ga re šikinyege ka gore re tseba kua re tšwago. O modiidi, o mohumi,
Rena ba Leboa, dikala tša rena di alwa setšhabeng kamoka. Thuto o lesedi go bohle.
Re tšwa kgole kua magareng a Afrika. Nagana fela bophelo ntle le thuto,
Ra goroga mo Afrika-Borwa. Nagana bošuana ntle le thuto,
Ra belegwa ke BaKgatla ba re bitša Bapedi. Thuto o kgoši ya bophelo,
Ge o ka hlakana le ba rena Thuto o laola thekenolotši
O re, “dumela, thobela, re a lotšha.” Le ge re ka go gana,
Kwena Mokgokong (Grade 11) Le ge re ka go tšhabela,
Bokamoso re ka se bo bone ntle le wena,
Go itaola ga baithuti dikolong Bokamoso ke leswiswi ntle le wena.
O godiša maphelo a bahumi,
“ Homolang!”, “Theeletšang!”, “Bonang!” Ke tšona dilo tše o O fetola maphelo a badiidi,
dikwago ge motho a tsena phapošing ya borutelo ya matšatši Tliša tshepo go bohle,
a lehono. Gobaneng dilo di sepela ka tsela ye? Naa tlhompho O lesedi go bohle.
ga e sa rutiwa dikolong goba ke go hloka tsebe ga baithuti go Tiišetšo Mathole (Grade 10)
ba hlohleletšago go dira dilo tša go se ye le molao? E re re
nyakišišeng taba ye gabotse. MMA SKHOSANA
Mang le mang o a tseba gore thuto ke senotlelo sa bophelo,
bjale ge kamoka ga rena re tseba seo, ke ka lebaka la eng re Mma Skhosana mohumagadi gare ga bahumagadi
na le bothata bjo bja go itaola ga baithuti? Bothata ga bo dule Morutiši gare ga barutiši
matsogong a barutiši, bo dula ka gare ga bana. Mma Skhosana mme wa mo Afrika Borwa,
Go tloga nakong yeo Afrika Borwa e fetoga naga ya temokrasi, wa go bontšha lerato le bohlale.
batho ba filwe ditokelo tše dintši go netefatša gore kgethollo ya Lethabo le kgothatso ga gona mantšu a go
merafe e se ke ya diragala gape. Le ge maikemišetšo a mmušo hlaloša, mma wa potego le dimakatšo,
a lokile, bontši bja barutwana ba šomiša ditokelo bohlaswa, ba mogwera gare ga bagwera.
lebala gore ditokelo di tla le maikarabelo. Setšhaba se rutegile,
Gantši ge o bona maitshwaro a moithuti ga se a ma botse, le Batswadi ba ikgantšha ka bana ba bona
ka gae go bjalo. Seo se tlišwa ke go hlokega ga tlhokomelo ya Ba re ditebogo go wena mosadi wa makgonthe.
batswadi ka lapeng, lebaka e le mešomo, malapa a motswadi Bontši ba tseba pele le morago, nnete le maaka,
yo mo tee, tšhomišo ya diokobatši le bjala le kokwanahloko ya Tša go loka le tše sa lokang ka lebaka la
phamokate. Mošomo o mo botse o dirwang ke
Gore bothata bjo bo loke, mmušo, setšhaba le dikolo di hloka Mma Skhosana a se na dipalabalo.
go swaragana. Molao ge o beilwe, o rutiwe ka dikolong gomme O leihlo le ditsebe tša setšhaba sa gosasa,
dikolo, mmušo le setšhaba ba bone gore melao yeo e a latelwa. Motswadi wa makgonthe,
Ofentse Moropa (Grade 11) Rena re le bana ba Afrika Borwa re ikemetše,
Ka lebaka la go fahlollwa ke thuto ye
Thuto re e hwetšago go wena Mma Skhosana
Ke mang a ka lebalago
Thuto ke senotlelo sa bophelo. Mma Skhosana mogwera wa batho bohle.
Thuto, seno sa mokgako Masego Masoanganye (Grade 10)
Thuto, seno sa go kgodiša.
Thuto o bula mahlo, o bula monagano.
Go se tsebe, ke kotsi.

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Soirée Francaise pas au tennis parce que c’est ennuyeux. Aucune fille fait de
l’athlétisme sauf moi. Anna et Deborah préfèrent aller au
Les étudiants de Girls High qui suivent le cours de français gymnase parce qu’elles sont paresseuses. Tout le monde
ont invite leurs camarades de Boys High à une soirée. C’était regarde les sports à la télévision. La moitié de la classe regarde
vraiment amusant de se communiqué en français. Nous le football; parce que c’est un sport très populaire. L’autre
avons regardé un théâtre en français jouer par les filles. Le moitié regarde le rugby.
metteur en scène était Rachel Sola et Trudie Spangenberg. Il Je pense que le sport est très important parce que c’est
y avait aussi une présentation d’un poème et un rap par Mary bon pour la santé. Mon sport préféré c’est l’athlétisme et
Ann Gettliffe, Nicole Camara et Susan April. Au cours de la la notation parce que ce sont des sports amusants. J’aime
soirée nous avons en un bon repas français. C’était vraiment regarder le football parce que je suis fana de Barcelone.
une bonne soirée à la française, nous nous croyions à Paris! Gontse Letsapa Grade 10
Johanna Lubuma Grade 12
Une enquête
Un poème
J’ai fait une enquête de sport dans ma classe. Les sports sont
-Qui aimes-tu, la belle fille ? très importants pour les personnes dans ma classe.
Les nuages ? Les chevaux, ou ta famille ? Les enfants dans ma classe préfèrent le football, le basket,
-Je ne connais ni nuages, ni chevaux. le rugby et le tennis. Elles n’aiment pas la natation, le volley
-Ta famille ? et le vélo. La plupart de mes amies, Megan, Frances, Nicole,
Vous l’avez, mais je ne l’ai pas. Deborah, Gontse, Ceinwen et Ellen jouent du sport trois fois
Tes amis ? par semaine.
-Je ne connais pas ca. Elles aiment le foot et l’athlétisme. Il n’y a que deux filles qui
Les chats ? font du ski. Il y a quelques filles dans mes classes qui n’aiment
Je les hais comme vous haïssez les morts. pas le sport parce qu’elles n’aiment pas transpirer. Le rugby
Qu’aimes-tu donc, petite poupée ? est très populaire dans mon pays.
J’aime les couleurs…vert…rouge…bleu… J’aime jouer au foot parce que c’est amusant. Je fais du sport
Les couleurs merveilleuses. deux fois par semaine. J’aime le sport parce que je peux jouer
Mary-Ann Gettliffe Grade 12 avec mes amis. Je pense que les compétitions sportives sont
très bonnes parce que vous pouvez faire beaucoup d’amis. Il
Un poème y a beaucoup de sports différents. J’aime les sports qui sont
amusants.
Dis-moi, as-tu un rêve ? Micaela Dos Santos Grade 10
Les rêves s’arrêtent quand je me lève.
Et les personnes que tu aimes ? Notre Vacances
C’est juste moi-même.
Tu n’as pas besoin d’amour dans ta vie ? Zoe et Mia sont meilleurs amies. Elles parlent de les vacances
L’amour ? un sentiment inferieur, je dis. prochain et elles sont très excite pour les vacances. Elles ont
Donc, tu as beaucoup d’argent, non ? seize ans et en grade 10.
J’ai seulement les vêtements sur mon dos. Mia: Qu’est-ce que tu vas faire pendant les vacances
Chaque jour, qu’est-ce que tu fais ?
Rien, rien, et c’est vrai ! prochain?
Je ne comprends pas, tu es encore heureuse…Pourquoi ? Zoe: Je ne sais pas. Mes parents n’ont pas encore dé
J’ai un secret…Tu veux savoir ?
Je te dis non, c’est un secret pour moi. cidé, et toi ?
Tama Kampman Grade 12 Mia : Je crois que ma famille va aller à la plage pour deux

Le sport: semaines.
Zoe : Ah bon ! Je suis jalouse.
Beaucoup de filles de la classe aiment le sport. Il y a quelques Mia : J’ai une bonne idée !
filles qui n’aiment pas le sport. La plupart des filles ne jouent Zoe : Quoi ?

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Mia : Tu dois aller ensemble avec nous. S: Pendant les vacances j’irai au Cap avec ma famille. On
Zoe : Mais je veux travailler à Spur pour l’argent. y passera le nouvel an, mais avant j’irai au Câp, on sera
Je suis pauvre. dans le KZN. Et toi?
Mia : D’accord, mais nous allons y s’amuser.
Zoe : Nous allons travailler dans un magasin du surf. Y: Moi, j’irai en Coreé avec ma famille pour visiter mes
Mia : C’est une bonne idée ! grandparents. J’y resterai tout les vacances.
Zoe : Je suis d’accord. Où nous allons aller ?
Mia : À Cannes pour une semaine et aux Seychelles pour S: Ce sera amusant! Qu’est-ce que tu feras pour Noël?
la dernière semaine. Y: Parce que mon anniversaire est le jour avant de Noël,
Ce semble très exotique.
Zoe : Oui, ca va être très amusante. je le célébrerai ainsi de Noël. J’irai à l’église avec ma
Mia : Nous allons s’endormir sur la plage… famille. Et toi?
Zoe : et nous irons bronzer ! S: Ma famille a un grand festin chaque an. Je vais voir mes
Mia : Je vais demander à mes parents. cousins, mes tantes, mes oncles… tout le monde!
Zoe : J’espère qu’ils vont dire « Oui » Y: Ooh, ce sera intéressant. J’espère tu as un bon temps
Mia : Moi aussi avec ta famille. Tu me manqueras et à bientot! Au revoir.
Zoe : Téléphones-moi bientôt ! S: Merci, toi aussi.
Mia : D’accord, au revoir ! Saneh Memela et Yoo-Kyung Ha
Zoe : Ciao ciao !
Mia :

Zoe et Mia sont allées a la plage ensemble. C’était très bien et
elles ont pris plaisir en les vacances. Les amies ont bronzé et
elles vont faire ce d’ailleurs encore.
Mia van Schalkwyk et Zoe Kalbskopf

Les Vacances Prochain

S: Salut Yoo-Kyung!
Y: Bonjour!
S: Les examens était très stressant, tu ne trouves pas?
Y: Oui, mais maintenant je suis contente parce que je peux

me reposer. Qu’est-ce que tu feras pendant les vacances
de Noël?

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Das Abenteuer Juan und die Prinzessin

Ich habe meine ersten Schritte auf der Tanzbahn getan Vor Zeiten war da ein Jäger und sein Sohn. Sie blieben im Wald
Mein Herz hat wie eine Trommel geschlagen und jeden Tag aßen sie natürlich sehr gut, weil der Vater ein guter
Ich habe keine Idee vom Tanzen gehabt Jäger war. Der Jägersohn hieß Juan und er war schon zwanzig
Die Musik hat mich bewegt Jahre alt. Er war sehr attraktiv, aber auch intelligent und lustig.
Mein Leben hat sich auf ewig verändert! Juan hatte keine Mutter mehr, aber er liebte seinen Vater Sehr.
Sam Black, Andrea Hattingh, Pamela Duursema (Klasse 10) Sein Vater gab dem König und der Köningin jedes Jahr Fleisch,
als die Prinzessin ihren Geburtstag hatte. Der Jäger ritt jedes
Das Abenteuer Jahr zum Schloss und bot der Prinzessin sein Fleisch.
Der Jäger sagte, dass er Juan mitnehmen würde, als Juan zwanzig
Meine Klasse acht hat mich gewählt war. Diesmal traf Juan natürlich die Prinzessin zum ersten
Für ein Schwimmfest zu schwimmen. Mal. Er dachte, dass sie sehr hübsch war. Ihr gefällt er auch
Ich bin noch nie geschwommen. sehr und sie sprach den ganzen Abend mit ihm über alles.
Das Wasser ist tief und blau gewesen. Am nächsten Tag waren der Jäger und sein Sohn im Wald.
Es hat mich nicht ermordet. Sie sprachen über die hübsche Prinzessin und der Jäger sagte:
Ich habe es ermordet. „Wir brauchen noch mehr Fleisch für die Feier heute Abend.
Kyla Joseph, Taryn Gerber (Klasse 10) Wir feiern den zwanzigsten Geburtstag der Prinzessin. Und
auch deinen einundzwanzigsten Geburtstag!” Der Jägersohn
wusste nicht, dass sein Vater ihm einen Wunsch gab, als er
Das erste Mal einundzwanzig wurde.
„Mein Sohn, ich gebe dir einen Wunsch zu deinem Geburtstag.
Mein Herz hat zum Schlag der Trommel geklopft Du kannst deinen Wunsch gebrauchen, wenn du in einer
Meine Hände haben wie Espenlaub gezittert verrückten Situation bist.”
Die Bühne ist schlüpfrig gewesen Später dachte der Jäger, dass er ein Tier sah. Er wusste nicht,
Ich habe meinen Fuß hochgehoben dass es eigentlich die Prinzessin war! Er schoß sie aus Versehen
Ich wollte nicht fallen und Juan fand die Prinzessin. Sie war tot!
Ich habe mit meiner Linken die Hand geschüttelt Juan sagte: „Vater, darf ich bitte meinen Wunsch haben? Ich
Und dann bin ich die Treppe heruntergestolpert liebe die Prinzessin sehr. Ich will die Prinzessin heiraten.”
Endlich, Nach nur zwei Minuten wachte die Prinzessin auf und sie tanzte
Ich habe meine Bescheinigung bekommen. mit Juan. Da wurde ihre Hochzeit in aller Pracht gefeiert. Sie
Sabrina James, Gina-May Whyte (Klasse 10) lebten vernügt bis an ihr Ende.
Nadine Hetzler (Klasse 11)
Die deutshe Bokschaft
kommt zu uns

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Grade 8 Camp

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In ter -house Ga la

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In ter -high Ga la

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In ter -house Ath letics

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