The Iris Magazine 2018

them look even stronger. It is currently 00:00 and VIEWPOINT
I have written my first point on my list: First, Love
Yourself. Kirsten Harrison, Grade 11
Jade Kuhn, Grade 10 babysit my grandchildren, even though Debbie never
brings them to visit.
A SUMMER HOLIDAY “Do you want your eggs scrambled or fried, Dear?” I
ask as I shuffle out of the room.
I sat on the hospital bed while the doctor finished up “Scrambled!”
the stitches on my forehead. I didn’t really take note of He’s always had his eggs scrambled, ever since we met.
him while I tried to settle my raging thoughts. I tried Oh boy, how I miss being young. It’s getting harder
focusing on the pain of the sutures in my head, just to and harder to do things lately. I can’t lift things because
avoid the pain of my guilt, which was much worse. of my back. I can’t stand too long because of my knees
“Okay then, we’ve checked your x-rays and everything and now that I think about it, I can’t see too well either.
seems to be fine. You’re free to go home, but your My glasses aren’t strong enough.
boyfriend will have to remain in ICU. We’ll give you “Do you want your eggs scrambled or fried, Dear?”
a call to let you know if we need you back here.” I “I said scrambled!”
grasped some of what the doctor had just said to me, He did? Oh well, maybe my hearing is going too.
but my brain just couldn’t absorb the information. I I don’t know why I asked. He always has them
hoped that my brother, who I hadn’t noticed enter the scrambled.
room, had remembered what the doctor said. “Let me “Do you want some coffee, Dear?”
take you home,” said my brother. “Yes, please!”
The drive home was silent. I didn’t mind as it gave Coffee, one sugar, no milk. I wonder if Debbie will
me time to gather my thoughts. This was meant to be bring the girls over today. I haven’t seen them in a
the greatest summer holiday of our lives. A few hours while. I haven’t spoken to Debbie in a while. I should
ago, Jake and I were singing along on the radio on the give her a call.
way to Cape Town. We had just begun our trip across “Breakfast is ready, Dear!” I say as I carry two plates
the country that we had been planning for months. of food to the dining table where Donald is already
We agreed that we both needed it, especially with the waiting.
stress of university. “Thank you. Where is my coffee?” Donald says
My thoughts were interrupted when we arrived home. irritably.
When we got inside, my brother offered me something “You didn’t ask for any, Dear. I’ll quickly go and make
to eat. I refused, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer you some,” I say as I walk to the kitchen. Poor Donald,
and disappeared into the kitchen while I sank deeper the older he gets the moodier he gets. Hmm… How
into my thoughts. does he take his coffee? Oh yes, no sugar, with milk.
I don’t remember what the car we collided with really Poor Donald, he must be hungry. We haven’t eaten yet.
looked like or where we landed when we spun out of “Do you want your eggs scrambled or fried, Dear?” I
control, but I will never forget the look on Jake’s face. ask as I shuffle back to the dining table and set down
The headlights of the colliding car highlighted the his coffee.
terror in his eyes. I should have warned him that I “Oh dear, you already made breakfast for both of us,” I
could never imagine life without him: how pointless it say as I sit down. “How sweet.”
would be knowing that I could never apologise or tell Samantha van der Merwe, Grade 10
him that I love him. In that moment, the phone rang. I
had been waiting for the call.
Janice Kahumuza, Grade 10

BITTERSWEET

“Cathy, I’m hungry,” says my husband Donald.
“Yes, Donald dear. I heard.”
Poor Donald. All he ever does now is lie in bed and
watch TV. He’s eighty-nine years old now and he’s tired
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VIEWPOINT cheek. We automatically feel welcomed and
comfortable in their presence. Another custom is, for
My Tapestry example, eating from the same bowl of salad at meal
times. We also love to put on our traditional attire
A tapestry tells a story. My tapestry has been and dance away to folk music and no family will settle
interwoven by the steadiest hand and intertwined with for any less than a five-course meal, especially during
precision. This particular tapestry tells the story of my festive seasons. We are always hungry and therefore
culture and the focal point is the Portuguese flag. eat all the time.
A tapestry is sewn from bottom to top. The bottom Now that the tapestry has been sewn, you can only
is the foundation of any culture which is its people. admire it and pass it down for future generations to
Portuguese people are, amongst many things, continue the story. Being Portuguese, I am proud of
friendly, inviting, helpful, calm and united. People my tapestry and would not replace my culture with
living in Portugal are generally very relaxed because any other culture in the world!
they lead a stress-free life and tackle challenges they Jessica Guimaraes, Grade 12
are presented with, with a positive mentality.
Portuguese people living in South Africa, such as Like water to a flame
myself, find it difficult to be laid back, due to the
lifestyle that is led here. However, people are not The walk from the market to home is a short and
people without family and friends supporting them. A familiar one. Meeting the same waves and greeting
prominent characteristic of the Portuguese culture is the same smiles is my daily chore. However, today I
indeed, our togetherness. was met with a familiar face wearing a very unfamiliar
Although, in my opinion, Portuguese people are very scowl. Caroline...
friendly and calm, I would not suggest topics such as She walked with the same outward-footed strut,
food, sport or politics be brought up when you are in a gliding over the sidewalk with soundless steps as
room with Portuguese men. These subjects are she had been taught. Her hair was knotted tightly at
considered highly sensitive and need to be addressed the nape of her neck with any lose tendrils secured
with utmost caution. Never comment that your food is severely back with clips. She was still the picturesque
better than ours, your sport teams are more ballerina I remembered, if not for the tight clutch she
experienced than ours or your country is run better kept on her walking stick. Her foot caught on a stone
than ours. I can guarantee that you will be left with a and as she tripped, I was yanked out of my reverie and
few bruises and quite possibly, a broken nose at the back into the past.
end of the day. Pride. Yes, Portuguese people are proud *40 years prior*
of who they are and where they come from which is She welcomes the cheering crowd with outstretched,
important as it contributes to the integration of our poised hands. The blinding spotlight falls onto
culture. Caroline, but it surprises me that I am blinded by her
and not the bulb. The music begins and she follows
Danielle Robbertze, Grade 12 with abounding passion. A flourish of red, orange and
As the tapestry is sewn, embellishments are added to gold leaps is completed and preceded by a whirlwind
make it unique and authentic to your story. These of pirouettes, like a tornado on my nerves. Her hand
embellishments are our customs. Portuguese people reaches out to me, indicating my cue. I am the coal
have many different customs, such as, the manner of to her fire. Dressed in black, I twirl her around as her
greeting. It may sound strange but we do greet flames flutter over me, giving her energy for the finale.
anybody, including strangers, with a light kiss on each Her icy eyes contrast the fire engulfing her and, in awe,
my knees buckle and my feet fail me. My legs are taken
out from under me as she leaps, a comet through the
heavens. Her expression changes from one of trust, to
one of betrayal as I collapse to the stage.
Her body lies crumpled in the parted audience, all of
them hesitant to touch the flickering flame. She looks
up at me in pain and I mirror down to her. She is lifted
up and carried away by firemen who whisper,
“awkward angle”, “career destroyed” and “not her fault”.

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Jessical Moll, Grade 10 VIEWPOINT

As I sat on the stage and as I stand on the sidewalk, I attentive. He chews lightly on his snaffle as if learning
feel the same emotions. Regret. For, that day that was the course himself.
supposed to be like any other, I realised that I was not One more rider before it’s my turn. I’m the last rider
the coal to Caroline’s career, but the water that of the day in the 160cm Accumulator. I slip my left
smothered it. I did not call her name or touch her foot into the stirrup and grab the pommel with my
shoulder as she walked away, unknowingly, from me. I hand, leaping elegantly into the saddle. Giving Joshua
stood, glued to the floor as I watched her flaming hair a squeeze with my legs against his side, he prances into
bob up and down in the crowd, a rekindled flame. the arena. Our starting buzzer goes and he
Jessica Blair, Grade 12 launches through the gate into a quick canter, legs
surging beneath me.
The first jump is upon us, a towering blue monster,
COMPETITION DAY advertising Trident Horse Gear. 3…2…1… and his
legs are tucked neatly against his ribs, helping him fly
My stomach is a ball of nerves. If today goes well, over effortlessly. His telepathic mind senses my weight
everyone will know the names Joshua and Nadia and change and he heads towards where I’m looking.
we will become an inspiration to many. Nostrils blowing hot air out, he gets a burst of speed,
I am standing next to the immaculate arena, reciting breaking free from the millions of eyes judging him.
my course with my eyes closed. Joshua gives a soft sigh He knows by now that precision and speed win, but
and rubs my blazer with his nose. I look into the eyes fear causes devastating penalties. I give gentle pulls
of the horse that sparked my love for Show Jumping. with my hands to remind him to watch his jump. He
Dark chocolate eyes stare back. His clean chestnut hair bascules perfectly over the second jump, a menacing
sparkles golden in the soft morning glow. A pure white oxer with a car underneath.
blaze runs down his face and cuts off just above his He clears the whole course with the precision of a
soft muzzle. He has a left hind sock, which starts at his surgeon and the speed of a jet, and he is now charging
perfectly polished hoof and extends to his to the final jump, standing higher than all the others.
cannon bone. A brown plaited tail swishes gently. His I can hear the words that have been ingrained in my
symmetrically trimmed ears point forwards; calm but mind by my instructor, “Trust your horse, trust
yourself, no hesitations, he feels them.” I turn bravely
to the last jump, but can feel him flagging. I stay
upright, elbows by my side and squeeze him as he
gives one final jumping effort. If I fall now it will be the
highest one I ever grace, but adrenaline surges through
me, holding me in the saddle. I wish I could stay in
this moment forever, no problems, no reality, just a
soaring combination of horse and rider.
His front teeth touch the ground and he kicks his
back feet out to twist over the jump, knowing that if
he knocks off a pole our dream crashes down with
it. A huge cheer echoes through the stadium and my
face breaks into a beaming smile. We finish the course
without penalties. I pat him and lean over onto his
neck, whispering, “Good Boy”. He carries me proudly
out of the arena, giving excited whinnies, knowing we
have achieved our biggest goal yet.
Judges begin tallying points and comparing times. It is
time for the prize giving. Nerves flood back and I start
wondering if Jessica Springsteen was faster. After all,
her horse is the best bred here. The judge’s voice cracks
over the megaphone. I don’t even hear my name being
announced because everyone around me is screaming.
My instructor violently flings me back onto my trusty
steed to go and receive my first-place rosette and
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season. There’s something so comforting in your everlasting
On the way home I sit in the horse box next to touch: The warmth, and homeliness, and this emotion
Joshua, stroking his mane while he enjoys a called love.
well-deserved carrot. He leans his head gently against So I thank you both, Life and Death, for being there
my chest and gives a contented puff. I rub him for me, but seeing that there’s no forever with either of
between his ears. This is what horse riding is about. you, I think I’ll stay right here forever.
Reporters are always chasing golden trophies and In the in between.
fame, but in the process, they lose the real trophies,
the ones that drop bits of carrot at our feet. Suzie Holliday, Grade 9
Nadia Pentz, Grade 10

Dear Death and Life THEOBROMA CACAO

What’s the problem with you two? Moist, rich and dark, the soil beneath my feet
Life, you make me so sad that I want to die, yet Death, becomes home to a miracle. Placing the seed carefully,
the thought of being with you for the rest of an I envelop it in a blanket of earthy darkness and
eternity makes me shudder with displeasure. sprinkle it with a spray of liquid nourishment. As it
Yet, Death, you promise me a quick and painless develops, I see the plant emerge from its concealed
escape, something which I often ponder over. shelter. Patiently waiting after years of nurturing,
But Life, you with all your colours and stars and I finally see what I’ve been seeking. The pale pink
moons and flowers and these things people like to feel, flowers remind me of a blooming apple tree. Its fruit
it makes me want to stay here just a little while longer. feels leathery between my hands, the colours radiating
Death, I visit you in my dreams. You comfort me and under the South American sun. Encased within,
cry with me and tell me that things don’t always have decadence waits to be created. Following this pod’s
to be okay. journey across the world, I’m filled with excitement,
Life, you try your best to give me joy, and I thank you knowing the final product is worth the strenuous
effort.
Meghan Fernie, Grade 10 A gentle stream flows over the precious gem,
discarding the earth hidden in every crevice. After
cutting the pod open, the smell hits me like a
shockwave. Its bitter, earthy aroma encases the air
around me, seeping through my nostrils, eliciting my
senses. Extracting the beans from the pod, I notice
their unusual pale purple colouring. After my initial
excitement, I notice the sweet white pulp, and I know I
am ready for the process to come.
As it is fermented, the pulp clinging to the beams
matures and turns into a liquid which drains away
like a river running from the top of a mountain and
the true flavour starts to develop. The wet beans,
surrounded by their luscious white pulp, are piled in
altitudinous mounds onto large banana leaves, left in
perfect circular formation. Shrouded by more leaves,
they are left to rest after these arduous days while
anticipation flows through the air excitingly.
When the ritual of fermentation has concluded, the
wet mass of beans is dried, spreading itself in the
baking sun on vast, natural mats made by fruit leaves.
The cured beans are carefully packed into coarse
hessian sacks and are ready for transportation to the
next stage of their magical lives. The dried beans are
cracked and a gentle stream of fresh air separates the
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Gods.
At temperatures where even water turns to a gas, the Oceans of cerulean eyes that are infinite
nibs are roasted and acquire their rich, dark brown Kaleidoscoped memories frozen beneath those raging
colour, in addition to their renowned aroma and taste, waves
which intensified since fermentation. The roasted nibs, Engulfed her alluring presence.
ground in stone mills, cannot handle the friction and Inundated by the past I’ve brought to our present.
heat, and reduce to a thick, rich-coloured liquid. Under her gaze – Captivating –my soul grumbles
They are then squeezed until they cannot breathe, and Like sandpapered throats. In need.
their butter oozes out. After being mixed with many Every breath she takes
like them, the nibs create the smooth brown liquid A hurricane is born
which is set in moulds. It is so loved. Books have been Blows me away and the moon she discards
written and movies have told the tale of this special Silence the effulgence of the stars till they are no more
treat. As soon as the lid of the confining mould is than frames with no stories.
cracked open, joy fills the room. The strenuous Under her gales – Reckless – my hears crumbles
journey has reaped a great reward, a reward savoured Like sandcastles and seeds.
by all: a miraculous gift I call chocolate. Her aroma, ever so natural.
Kaashifa Saloojee, Grade 9 A dewy petrichor from late autumn showers
That dissolves into my lungs like nicotine
Forever in Debt My cannabis. My ecstacy.
With skin like earth
In a generation of the automatic Paver of death and birth
You were born Rough
And because of the colour of your skin Yet rich and revolutionary
You are to blame And those lips, painted blood hues
You eternally carry the burden of the past Are as sweet as Moscato d’asti
Only because the reason of the state of the present – And can turn laments into festival tunes
a chaotic society with the façade of progress I yearn for the sunrise when she’ll see past that adul-
is written in your physical detail terous deed.
Forever in debt that isn’t yours to pay When we can be Us and not she and I.
A debt inherited along with your fortune When she can pardon me for eating the forbidden
Unlike my inheritance fruit.
Penniless, parentless … I yearn for the sunset when I can plant my seed.
It is not yet understood, you see When my thirst can be quenched.
That you are not them When I can be rent by her reckless love
But the only common denominator When I can get my fix and taste her skin
The side that struggle picks every time Return to euphoria.
You ask yourself why – Then our wings can be unclipped and we can fly
Why am I accused of a crime I didn’t commit? To a new high.
But we cannot answer why you are accused But until then, I’ll pay the price for that one fateful
Before we answer what ever made me inferior night.
Oh but the beauty of your skin Walk in caves of regret until you find me.
Is that you can rewrite on your white canvas And breathe life back into me.
And the beauty of mine Hope Mashau, Grade 12
Is that I was always an artwork.
Unako Dubula, Grade 12 DON’T TELL ME

ECHOES AND WITHDRAWAL Tell me.
Does she feel nice …
Fire and Ash with her head on your beating heart,
Her auburn hair fades to grey. her hand in your sweaty palm,
her smile clouding your eyes and
her laughter ringing and ringing in your ears.

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VIEWPOINT “Arms at the ready,” I hear Sergeant Jacobs command. I
raise my rifle.
Tell me. “Attack!” and we all take off over the edge. Bombs
How is she enough … detonating around us are a blur of shapes. Chaos and
with her eyes embracing your face, destruction are all around us as we push forward,
her fingers trapping your own, ducking behind old trees. I hear cries as my fellow
her body over your shoulder and men fall to the grounds, but still I keep on running,
her derrière spilling through your fingers. adrenaline pushing through my veins.
Tell me. Faces of what I have lost flash before my eyes. Out
Does she feel good … of the corner of my eye I see my best friend William
with her attention solely on you, ducking behind a skeleton of a tree and fending off five
her warmth shrouding your bitterness, guns by himself. At the last moment I hear him yell
her mind playing house with yours and my name and I dive. My arms above my head, as the
her closeness keeping you sane every day bomb detonates, the impact of the blast throws me,
Tell me. shrapnel flying in all directions. I feel something hit
How is she more … my head but everything has become numb and all I
with her lips softly grazing yours, can hear is ringing in my ears. I hear William call out
her energy falling in tune with yours, my name amongst the screams. The sights and sounds
her soul calling out to yours in ecstacy, blur into a picture of chaos.
her love dancing slowly with yours … I feel William’s arms underneath me as he attempts to
No, wait, don’t tell me carry me back to the barracks.
I actually don’t want to know. The pain in my head pulses excruciatingly and the
Nelisa Pamla, Grade 11 ringing only increases as he bustles and jolts me as he
runs towards the barracks. Gun shots ring over our
caNNON FODDER heads.
I see the barracks blurrily coming into view. I hear
I sit and wait in the trench, I sit and wait. one particular gunshot and suddenly I am dropped on
Silence … the floor.
The sound on the battlefront is dead quiet, as if all
of us are afraid to speak. Quiet as we sit, the water Monica Martins, Grade 11
pooling in puddles at my ankles as the rain floods the
trenches.
We all sit, our guns at the ready, waiting for the
command to go over the trenches into no man’s land
and open fire. That’s the purpose of war they say,
trying to kill them before they kill us, but they seem to
be just as scared of us as we are of them.
My mother always used to tell me that a death in the
army didn’t make you a hero, it just made you a
number.
She used to say that it wasn’t an honourable way to die
out here in the dirt, “to bravely serve your country”,
they say and that they need us to win and we all play
some vital role in defeating the huns, while the leaders
of our country just sit in their fancy offices and watch
the death toll rise.
At the time I thought she was just being protective,
that she just didn’t want me doing what so many other
‘brave’ men were doing. So I ignored her pleas and
signed up anyway.
Now as I sit here shivering in the mud, the rain pelting
down my spine, I can’t help think of how she couldn’t
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light blue eyes. Eyes of a friend that a time ago once
held so much life are now dull with the mask of death. Ye-Eun Yeong, Grade 12
Gabriella Rodrigues, Grade 10
MY DEAREST BEST FRIEND
LIFE FROM THE LIVING
I count on you, my friend
Dear Earth Sometimes I feel in this world, I’m all alone
Your beauty is impeccable Not a single person in sight to call my very own
And your lessons are taught by all Then I close my eyes and your face comes into sight
Dear Cactus And makes me realise that I was so not right
You show me determination I count on you for every little piece of advice
You were placed in the midst of death Because it is only you who understands me and is so
Yet you’re a queen standing tall. very nice
You live in desolation Best friends that we are, we will be forever
Yet you survive. Our hearts will always be blended together
You taught me to not pay attention to others And never go away, my dearest friend
development May this friendship that we share have no end.
But rather, to focus on my own growth Malaika Kamangu, Grade 8
And will thrive, no matter my environment.
Dear Rose Suk Fun Thong, Grade 12
You show me self love
You’ve shown me that something good can have
thorns.
Although I hated mine
You’ve taught me t embrace them
And accept that they aren’t flaws
They are characteristics of my uniqueness
Dear Bamboo
You have shown me patience
Patience to let myself establish
And not jump ahead in life.
You sit and wait
Expanding and growing where no-one can see
Spreading your roots like wildfire
And then, in an instant, you shoot for the stars.
You’ve taught me that reaching my goal can take time
And I should focus on the journey
Rather than worrying about my final destination.
You’ve taught me to be patient with growth
And only after I sink my roots
To shoot, for when I do, I’ll go higher than I ever
imagined
Dear Nature
Thank you for all you’ve shown me
Without you, I’d die in the desert, get pricked on my
own thorns and rush to a
destination without growth
Dear Earth
Your beauty is impeccable
And your lessons are taught by all
Kaashifa Saloojee, Grade 9

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Afrikaans stelwerk

DIE LIGTORING een plek te sien.
Ons het geleenthede gekry om aan sport en kulterele
‘n Reusagtige klipgebou, toesighouer van die see, staan aktiwiteite deel te neem en ons talente met die wêreld
trots op sy pikswart rotse. Sy helder rooi and wit strepe te deel. Ons het geleer om altyd moed te wys ook as
vertoon sy uniform en sy posisie van krag in ‘n ons laaste gekom het en om te probeer, was genoeg.
weermag van storms en weerligstrale. In die skerp Met hardwerk en vasberadenheid het ons een van die
strale van die son begin die verf afskilfer soos hoogste slaagsyfers in die land behaal. Ons het harder
fronslyne op sy ou gesig. gebeur om die beste te wees.
‘n Struktuur gebou uit rotse op rotse, staan dié Pretoria High School for Girls se sukses kom van die
ligtoring al dekades die water en dophou. Hy’t vinnige meisies wat deur die deur in graad 8 loop en die dames
oë maar sy hartklop bly kalm en in ritme met die grys wat uitloop aan die einde van hulle matriekjaar, vol
golwe. Hierdie simbool van redding, gebou om mense moed, trots en beslistheid. Ons is trots op die meisies
te help, moet eensaam sy dae deurvaar met net die wat sy dames gemaak het.
oesters en eelte wat by sy mure opkruip, as geselskap. Nog steeds staan sy oud, maar trots, haar lyf afgeleef,
Die ligtoring staan ongetwyfel sterk in die see, en maar haar moed jonk en sterk. Sy is Pretoria High
wanneer die wind draai en die donker stormwolke Schoolfor Girls. Ons is Girls High.
inrol, is hy ‘n pilaar van genade tussen die woedende Annette Tasku, Graad 12
golwe. Sinkende visserbootjies en stukkende skepe
roep die toring tot diens. ‘n Passievolle vuur brand in Ye-Eun Yeong, Grade 12
die ligtoring se oë, ‘n onbreekbare straal lig wat soos ‘n
kaart die bote tot veiligheid lei. SARAH MPENVANA
Maar die storms waai weg en die bote gaan ook weer
op hul pad en die ligtoring staan weer alleen. Die son eendag in tyd sal ons mekaar weer sien
bak hom warm en die reën voer sy dors totdat hy Ricoffy om die kombuistafel drink
weer benodig word. Tot dan bly sy kop en sy gedagtes ek sal onthou hoe jou sagte hande
tussen die seemeeue en sy voete met die krappe op die deur my hare weef om die
klippe geplant. beste balletbolle te maak
Emma van Schalkwyk, Graad 11 kos uit die boonste rakke
met nimmereindigende liefde gekook
jy het lig geskyn
ONS IS GIRLS HIGH in ‘n donker huis
waar ‘n bose man spook
Sy staan sterk en trots op haar eie. Die wêreld probeer jy was my tweede ma
weer en weer om haar stukkend te skeur, maar nooit my ngumhlobo
sal sy vir jou haar trane wys nie, Mense dink dat sy te my mkhuseli
trots en parmantig is, maar sy gee net ‘n glimlaggie wat Danielle Robbertze, Graad 12
sê dat sy iets weet wat jy nie weet nie. Almal is teen
haar, maar nog staan sy hoog en gewild. Sy is Pretoria
High School for Girls. Ons is Girls High.
Girls High het soveel meisies in die wêreld ingelei en
seker gemaak dat hulle bereid was om die wêreld ‘n
beter plek to maak. Dit het seker gemaak dat die
meisies respekvolle, flukse dames is. Dit het ons
opgelei om in onself te glo en om ons instinkte te
vertrou. Ons het geleer om ander te inspireer.
Die verskillende kulture en rasse het sekergemaak
dat ons almal respekteer en ons verskille omarm. Die
verskeidenheid het ons ‘n kans gegee om die wêreld as

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EK HET IETS OM TE SÊ VIEWPOINT

Ek moes hom vertel. As ek iets het om te sê, moet ek Maar ek het iemand beter gekry. Ek het iemand gekry
dit sê. Geheime is nooit goed in ‘n verhouding nie. Dit wat my belangstelling in teken deel.
was hierdie ingesteldheid wat hom van my weggevat Kayla Badenhorst, Graad 12
het.
Dit het met my ma se dronkenskap en swart longe MY KUNSWERK IS
begin. Een week nadat sy gesterf het, het die liefde wat ONUITWISBAAR
sy vir my gegee het, begin verdof. Daardie dag het ek
op myself geteken. Ek het met silwer lemme geteken Die lewe is ‘n kunswerk. Jou lewenspad word geskilder,
en die ink was bloedrooi. Die littekens wat op my van die dag dat jy gebore word, tot die dag dat jy jou
gewrig gebly het, herinner my aan hierdie tyd, laaste asem gee. Jy het geen uitveër om jou foute of
alhoewel dit ‘n jaar later is. slegte keuses uit te wis nie, maar tog word dit ‘n
Dit was alles só voor ek hom gesien het. Hy het my manjifieke skildery.
lewe verander. Ek kon oneindigheid in sy oë sien en Almal se lewenspad verskil en daarom het elkeen ‘n
liefde in sy arms vind. Sy volharding om my hart te unieke skildery. Almal se tyd verskil omdat die lewe
wen, het vir my gewys wat geluk was, ‘n gevoel wat ek op aarde beperk is. Die horlosie wag vir niemand nie.
lankal vergeet het. Soos wat die langwyser draai, so vorder jou kunswerk.
Maar die gebeurtenisse van my verlede is nie iets wat Meestal gebruik ‘n mens helder, mooi kleure. Ander
ek vir ewig van hom kon wegsteek nie. Hoe kon ek? dae druk jy jou verfkwas in swart ink om jou emosies
Dit is orals op my lyf geteken. Hy sou nie bly nie. uit te beeld.
Niemand sou van ’n stukkende meisie hou nie. Hy Die fokuspunt van my skildery is net een ding, een
verdien iemand beter as ek. iemand. As toeskouers na my skildery kyk, staan my
“Ek het iets om te sê,” het ek saggies gefluister. Daar- fokuspunt uit. Dis die vrou wat my die doel van die
na kon die woorde nie uit my mond klim nie. Toe ek lewe geleer het. Om ander te respekteer en daardeur
my mou opgerol het, het ek my perfekte man verloor. onvoorwaardelik lief te hê. ‘n Vrou met so ‘n groot
glimlag dat jy nie anders kan as om ook te lag nie. Sy is
Dominique Steeman, Grade 11 die persoon wat my alles geleer het, waarin ek glo en in
wie ek my hoop op plaas vir die toekoms. Die besluite
wat ek vandag maak, is te danke aan haar wysheid. Dié
vrou is my heldin.
My ma is onuitwisbaar. Niemand kan haar uit my lewe
uitvee nie. Dit wat sy vir my beteken en die impak wat
sy op my lewe gehad het, is permanent. Die wonder-
like vrou sal altyd die fokuspunt van my lewe bly. Elke
dag soos wat ek my lewe skilder, sal ek haar sien.
My lewe is ‘n kunswerk en vir ‘n lang tyd het ek geglo
dat my skildery perfek moet wees. Ek het op dié
moeilike manier uitgevind dat jou foute en glipsies
jou juis uniek maak. Ek wou my verfkwas in swart ink
druk en al die mooi uitwis, maar toe besef ek dat my
fokuspunt, my ma, te mooi is om weg te steek of toe te
verf.
My ma het my lewe onuitwisbaar aangeraak.
Elke du Toit, Graad 11

DIEFSTAL IS SEKER DIE
SELFSUGTIGE DAAD WAT DAAR
IS

Die seun wat langs my sit, het kort goudgeel hare en
blitsende blou oë. Sy arms is buite verhouding lank
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bloedrooi gebrand van gister se atletiekoefening. As hy
nie my broer was nie, sou en nog steeds nie van hom Die son skyn warm op hom waar hy in die pad af stap
hou nie. Hoe iemand so pateties en intellektueel stadig van die skool af terug huis toe. Hy skop ‘n klip met
kan wees, gaan my verstand heeltemal te bowe. mening soos hy loop. ‘Ja-nee’, dink hy, skool is sommer
Langs my broer sit die toonnael. Nie net enige nael nie, tydmors. Sy skoene se sole raak al hoe dunner en hy
‘n ingegroeide een. Die kind is presies die het hulle maar net nou die dag gekry. Hy weet wat sy
teenoorgestelde van my broer. Hy het ‘n stewige ma sal sê as hy haar vertel.
liggaam (soveel so dat hy nie al sy skoolhemp se knope Hy stap by ‘n kleinerige huisie in. Daar is een plek vir
kan toemaak nie) en vaalbruin oë gepaard met almal om hul klere te was en dié doen hulle elke week.
kroeserige rooi oogwimpers en hare. Die feit dat hy Hulle leef baie spaarsamig, hy en sy sussie en sy ma
bestaan, saag my irritasievlakke hemelhoog op. Soort- en pa. Sy pa is ‘n basiese handelaar en maak maar min
gelyk aan ingegroeide toonnaels. Hy lyk omtrent vier geld en dus dié dat elkeen net een paar skoene het.
keer erger as ek. Die eerste ding wat hy in die huis doen, is om sy
Niemand behalwe ek het die reg om met my broer te skoene uit te trek. Daar kry hy sy sussie met ‘n be-
mors nie. Om met hom te mors, is een ding, maar om traande gesiggie. “My skoen het gebreek toe ek geval
van hom te steel … het,” huil sy. Sy klou die pienk skoen met die blom op
My broer is stadig. Die neem hom omtrent tien die punt styf vas.
dekades om eenvoudige goed, wat ander mense binne “Jy wag mos nooit vir my na skool nie,”sê hy, maar dan
tien sekondes sal verstaan, te begryp. Verlede naweek versag sy oë tog. “Dit kan nie so erg wees nie.”
het hy my pa se kar gewas. Dit het hom ‘n ewigheid Toe hy die volgende oggend die skoene in ‘n sakkie het
geneem, maar toe hy uiteindelik klaar was, het hy my om by die skoenmaker in te gee, staan sy sussie in die
pa opgewonde kom roep om vir hom sy harde werk te deur vir hom en kyk.
wys. My pa het vir hom ‘n bietjie sakgeld gegee. “Jy weet dat ek klas voor jou het, né?”
Toe hy gister snikkend by die huis aankom, het ek ge- “Ja, en?”
weet iets skort. Ek hou nie van my broer nie. Hy neem “Jy weet ek sal raas kry as ek nie skoene aanhet nie.”
al my ouers se aandag in beslag, maar as enige iemand Met ‘n sug gee hy vir haar sy skoene aan.
anders iets aan hom doen … “En jy bring hulle so gou as moontlik as jy klaar is. Ek
Ek het later daardie middag die vark gaan soek en vir kan dit ook nie bekostig om weer kaalvoet by die klas
hom goed laat verstaan om my broer se goed uit te los. in te wals nie.”
Nou sit ons hier. In die hoof se kantoor. Dit pla my nie ‘n Week later is die skoene reg. Hy het hulle gaan haal
baie nie. My broer het darem sy sakgeld teruggekry. en na die tyd gaan kos koop. Toe hy die skoene nie
Hulle sal my seker vir ‘n rukkie skors en ek dink my weer kon kry waar hy hulle neergesit het nie, voel hy
ouers sal miskien teleurgesteld in my wees. Om te asof hy homself kon skop. Nou is die skoene heeltemal
steel, is egter ongelooflik selfsugtig. ‘n Mens weet nie weg en syne is ook al vol gate.
noodwendig van wie jy steel nie, daarom moet ‘n mens Die volgende dag word daar (aangekondig) by die
liewer nie … skool dat daar ‘n resies sal wees. Hy hoor nie wat die
Sophie van Staden, Graad 11 ander pryse is nie, maar vir die tweede plek is daar ‘n
paar splinternuwe hardloopskoene.
Caitlin Schroder-Beneke, Grade 12 Hy kan vinnig hardloop en voel selfversekerd (na
weke se oefening). Dis eers toe hy die resies wen dat
hy besef: Nou gaan hy nie die skoene kry wat vir die
tweede plek bedoel is nie en nou gaan hy hulle nie vir
sy sussie kan gee nie!
Lennie Elsenbroek, Graad 11

WAT IS IN ‘N NAAM

My horlosie maak die harde ‘biep’-geluid wat dit altyd
maak as daar vir ons werk gegee word. “Spioene, vind
die prinses van Tswane voor hulle die verkeerde een
kroon. Wat julle vandag gaan help, is julle name.” Ek,

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en vlieg Uniegebou toe.
Toe ons daar aankom, staan daar baie wagte om die Asanda Nkonde, Grade 12
mense by die spesiale geleentheid te beskerm. “Ons het antwoord vir alles. Dit begin donker word en ‘n dik
iemand nodig om hulle aandag af te trek!” Ons kombers van wolke sak laag oor die rooi son. “Waar
verstaan nie hoe ons name ons hier kan help nie? Ge- kan hulle nou eintlik wees?” wonder ek. My gedagtes
woonlik gee die baas vir ons towerkragte. “Ek dink ek word besig. Ek wonder toe of huller sommer maar net
kan dit doen,” sê Palsa braaf. Sy staan langs die wagte. sonder my met vakansie gegaan het. “Nee, hulle het
Hulle ruik haar ongelooflike reuk en sien glad nie hoe my te lief,” antwoord ek myself. ‘n Koue wind waai
ons verbyhardloop nie. “Hoe het jy dit gedoen?” deur die huis en ek kry hoendervleis wat van my nek
“Palesa” beteken die reuk van die blom.” af opskiet. Dit is nou stil en pikdonker om my. Ek is
Ons is op die Uniegebou se gronde en sien ‘n geheime te bang om te beweeg omdat die krakende geluide om
deur wat van goud gemaak is. “Ek dink ek weet hoe my, my hart vinniger laat klop.
om in te kom,” sê Jade. Sy sit haar een hand op haar ‘n Traan rol stadig teen my wang af en net soos ‘n
hart en die ander op die deur. Vinnig ontplof dit en druppel soutwater die vloer tref, onthou ek! Ma het
ons almal hardloop in. “My naam beteken diamante en gister vir my gesê dat sy en Pa na ‘n konsert in die stad
diamante is sterker as goud.” toe gaan en dat hulle net na donker terug sal wees. Ek
Ons hardloop vir tien minute onder die gebou totdat begin om vir myself te lag en kry eintlik skaam vir my
ons by ‘n groot, diep drein uitkom. Ek sien ‘n tou aan kinderagtige bangheid. “Ons is terug!” roep Ma uit
ons kant en ‘n paal aan die anderkant. “Ek sal oor die met ‘n warm glimlag op haar gesig. “Ek wil nooit weer
tou klim en die paal laat val sodat julle oor kan klim.” alleen by die huis wees nie,” lag ek saam.
Ek gooi die tou en loop saggies oor. Die houtpaal laat Mia Janse Van Rensburg, Graad 11
die drie ander oor. “My naam beteken grasieus.” Die
saal is reg voor ons! DIE LEKKERSTE GESKENK WAT EK
Ons hoor hoe sê die koning: “En nou is dit tyd om NOG OOIT ONTVANG HET
die prinses van Tswane aan te kondig. Die prinses is
…” Ons storm in. “Stop!” skree Jade. Almal draai om Dit was ‘n warm, sonnige dag toe ek op my agtiende
en kyk vir ons. “Wat doen ons nou?” “Ek het nog niks verjaarsdag wakker geword het. Die voëltjies buite was
gedoen nie,” sê Tiana. “Wat beteken jou naam?” Tiana besig om die oggendliedjie te fluit. My familie het
se oë is groot want sy besef wat nou gaan gebeur. “My singend en gelukkig binne gekom met arms vol
naam beteken prinses.” geskenke. Jy kan sê dit was die perfekte begin van ‘n
Anja Grobler, Graad 11

ALLEEN BY DIE HUIS

Die skoolklok slaan tweeuur en ek pak blitsvinnig al
my kleurvolle potlode in my pennesakkie. Ek sleep
my swaar rugsak agter my aan terwyl ek by die skool
se deur uitdraf. Ek begin al hoe vinniger draf totdat ek
die koue wind in my lang hare voel. Elke dag na skool
is ek so haastig omdat my gunsteling TV-program
oor presies vyftien minute begin. Uiteindelik kom ek
by die huis aan. Ek skop my skoolskoene uit en raak
gemaklik voor die televisie, net betyds. Ek kom agter
dat ek die enigste een tuis is.
Ek giggel saggies en sit die radio kliphard. Die musiek
laat die vloer onder my voete vibreer en ek begin soos
‘n professionele danser te dans. “Alleen by die huis”
juig en jubel ek terwyl ek na die vrieskas toe stap vir ‘n
bietjie roomys – iets wat Ma nooit voor ete sou toelaat
nie.
“Pappa?” skeeu ek onbewus en onthou toe weer dat ek
alleen is. Ek wou net vir hom iets vra, hy ken altyd die

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verjaarsdag, maar niks in my lewe was perfek na die wêreld. Hulle sou hul geheime fluister vir enige
ongeluk nie. iemand wat sou luister, maar die wurms het hulle
Nadat ek koek en ontbyt met my familie in die bed opgevreet en hulle kan nie meer woorde reg vorm nie.
geëet het, het my ma gesê dat daar nog een verrassing Lewende mense slap in hulle beddens, maar soms
in die woonkamer was. Soos elke dag het my pa en hoor hulle ‘n gefluister. Is dit ‘n gefluister van die wind
Kyle, my oudste broer, my uit die bed getel en in my of van die dood daar diep in die nag?
rolstoel gesit. Mikayla Hinrichsen, Graad 10
Dis snaaks hoe een aand jou lewe kan verander. Hoe
net een glas te veel alkohol by jou maat se partytjie jou Michelle Cazalet, Grade 11
in ‘n motorongeluk laat beland waarvoor jy jou bene
moet opgee. Sonder my bene moes ek ook my passie GENOEG IS GENOEG
vir swem opgee en saam daarmee, my passie vir die
lewe. Ek is Stacey. Die populêrste meisie in die hele skool.
Toe ek myself tot in die woonkamer gerol het, het ek Almal ken my naam. Hulle ken my as blond, dom,
‘n groot boks in die middel van die kamer gesien. My mooi en mal oor seuns. Wel, dis wie hulle dink ek is.
pa het die boks opgetel en wat ek toe gesien het, het Ek is Stacey, een van die slimste kinders in die skool,
my van blydskap laat huil. Daar was ‘n hondjie wat ‘n maar ek druip elke toets sodat mense dink ek is die
rolstoelapparaat in plaas van sy agterbene gehad het. blonde, dom tipe meisie.
Hy was net soos ek maar die enigste verskil was dat hy Ek is Stacey. Die meisie wat vriende met al die slim
gelukkig was. Hy het nog steeds ‘n passie vir die lewe kinders is, maar ek kuier nie met hulle in die
gehad al was dit moeiliker vir hom om te loop. publiek nie. Almal moet dink ek is vriende met die
Hierdie hondjie motiveer my elke dag om uit die bed koel kinders.
te kom en herinner my dat daar nog goeie dinge in die Ek is Stacey. My kêrel is die A-span rugbykaptein en hy
lewe is. Hy was die wonderlikste geskenk wat ek nog weet nie dat ek van 'n C-span krieketspeler hou nie.
ooit ontvang het. Ek is Stacey. Die meisie wat die grootste passie vir net-
Isabelle Wanders, Graad 10 bal het, maar mooi meisies speel nie sport nie. Jy sweet
en dit breek jou naels.
Danielle Robbertze, Grade 12 Ek is Stacey. Ek hou van burgers, pizzas en
melkskommels, maar eet elke dag slaai en drink water,
‘n FLUISTER IN DIE NAG want dis baie belangriker om maer te wees as jy
populêr is.
Dit was donker in die nag toe hulle opgekom het. En Ek is Stacey. Ek is ‘n arm meisie wat net jeans,
net soos die nag, was dit donker in hulle harte. plakkies en t-hemde wil dra, maar ek gebruik my geld
Dit was ‘n stille nag waar die wolke die maan en die om skoene, oorbelle en rompe te koop.
sterre verberg het. ‘n Mens kon daarom niks sien nie, Genoeg is genoeg! Van vandag is ek net Stacey. Die
maar daar was baie geluide. Krieke het gekriek en slim, arm netbalspeler wat van pizza, burgers en 'n
paddas het gekwaak daar waar daar water was. Die C-span krieketspeler hou en ek gee nie om wat ander
wind het ook gefluister. Dit het geheime gefluister vir mense sê nie.
enige iemand wat wou luister. Lara Holzkampf, Graad 10
Daar was ook ‘n ander gefluister. Soos die dood lewe
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DINGWALWANA TšA SEPEDI

Nka se tsoge ke lebetše boruti, ka šoma ka kerekeng, ka ba moetopele wo
mofsa wa kerekeng ka ba moetapele wa bafsa ba
Mehlamo ye e thomile ngwagola moo elego gore ke be kerekeng ya ‘3C (Community, Character, Courage)’.
ke lapišitšwe ke gore gantši ka letšatši la bafsa, ga ke Moo ke be ke rera lentšu la Modimo go dithaka tša
dire selo. Ke be ke lapišitšwe ke gore ga ke tšee karolo ka. Go tlogeng moo, tumelo ya Modimo e ile ya gola
setšhabeng mabapi le mathata ao a re amago. Ke ile ka le thato ya batho. Ka Desemere, ke memilwe go rera
se senye nako, ka itokišetša meleko ya gare ga ngwaga kerekeng ya ‘Born again’ Ga-Matlala.
gore ke ntšhe ka ga tšhwene. Ke tsene ‘Google’ le Taba ga e felele moo, re ile ra tsenela a phadišano ya
‘Facebook’ ka nyaka menyetla ya go tšea karolo tiraga- baithuti le Tshego le Chipo, bagwera ba ka. E be e
long ya bafsa. rulagantšwe ke SAIlA e emelelo ‘South African
Ge ke be ke nyaka nyaka, ke hlakane le ‘Agape Institute of International Affairs’. Re be re ngwadile
Tshwane Youth Talk’ gona moo ‘Facebook’. Ba be ba tokomane ya matlakala a lesomepedi re ntšha dintlha,
nyaka gore bafsa ba rerišane ka seemo sa dikolo tša re ahlaahla mabapi le tšwelopele yeo e swarelelago ka
bona, le mathata a go ithuta lekheišeneng le a ka magaeng, re kgethilwe gore re emelele sekolo sa rena.
dithutong. Ke dio re go goroga, morulaganyi wa polelo Re bile Sunnyside bodulong bja baithuti. Ka di 6 tša
yeo a mpea sefaleng gore ke fe dithaka maele a go Desemere ngwagola, ke bile dialogeng tša maemo
ithuta ka go tsenelela. Moo ke kopane le mmegi we gona kua Wits.
ditaba tša ‘ENCA’ Busisiwe Gumede, Thabile Ngoato Ba re kgethile go ba thuša gore re tle go ala tokomane
we ‘SABC 3’ le moetapele wa EFF Mbuyisene Ndlozi. le go ngwala pholisi, eupša re makaditšwe ke ge re fihla
Letšatši le le dutše e le la mamoratwa. re kgopelwa pholisi. Ke dirile pholisi ya tšhireletšo
Thato ya go thuša setšhaba e ile ya gola kudu. ya dibjalo le diphoofolo tša nageng. Ke šomile ka go
Modimo o ile a ntšhegofatša ka hwetša tlhahlo ya kgetho goba sehlopha sa go hlabolla metsesetoropo.
Go be go tlile ditonakgonolo tša go tuma le ba mmušo
Kayleigh McGavin, Grade 11 ba go ahlola pholisi le dingangišano. Mehlobohlobo ya
BaAfrika ba be ba tšere karolo, ke šomile kudu le ba go
tšwa Namibia le Botswana. Re ile re thopa difoka tša
ba go kgethelwa tša bokgoni bja go ngangišana le tše
dingwe. Ruri re ile ra ipshina, ngwagola ke ipshinne
moo nkase tsogego ke lebetše.
Kgaugelo Mkumbeni, Grade 12

Re kgaolo ngwaga

E be e le nako yela re ketekela gore ngwaga wo mofsa
šo mo kgauswi. Re hlabile pudi go le bose, eupša, ra
hlagelwa ke moleko. O be o ka re re poketšwe. Re be re
le magaeng go letšwa, batho ba bina, go jewa, bangwe
ba beela mo go se nago magotlo ka gore dijo di be
hlaetše ka ge lapa le be le tlile ka bontši ka gae.
Metsotso e ile ya batamela ya gore re kgaole ngwaga.
Bjale ra kgobokana kua mokgotheng ka dilakalaka
tša go fapafapana le magala ka ge re be re feletšwe ke
mahlokwa mankgware a go thumaša mollo.
Nako e ile ya fihla, ra balela metsotswana fase go
thoma ka lesome ra fetša ra re “Ngwaga wo mofsa!”.
Dilakalaka ge di thunya, ke ge re ekwa o kare re le
legodimong ka mokgwa woo go be go le bose ka gona.

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Lefaufau le phadima mebalabala. Ka nako yeo re be ka roko ye tšweu, ka tseba gore ke kgethile gabotse.
re phatlaletše, bangwe ba tšwetše ka ntle ga sefero. Ge Mosadi yo ke waka. Ee, ke ra yena wa meriri ye
re sa le lethabong bjale, kgojana gwa kwagala o ka re boditsi, wa letlalo la mmala wa todi le mahlo a go
motho o be a goelela a re “mma wee!”. Ge re iša mahlo, phadima bjalo ka gauta. Ke be ke dutše kua
ra se tshepe mahlo a rena. Mogau, motlogolo waka wa bokgobapuku kua yunibesiting ge ke kopana le yena la
mengwaga ye lesome- tee, o be a tuka mollo mathomo. Mohlang wo ke ile ke lebelela godimo, ka
sekhipheng a sa tsebe gore a itire eng! Re ile ra bona mosetsana yo mobotse, yo motelele wa go ema
kitimela meetseng ka diketlelo, o be a fofa ka mokgwa gabotse. Mahlo a rena a kopana. E le semetseng, ka
woo a be a kitimago ka gona, a itlhohlora. tseba gore mosetsana yo, o tlo ba mosadi waka.
Re ile ra sepelela gae re fela re mmitša ka leina eupša Nna le mosadi wa ka re sepetše tsela ye botse mmogo.
go be go tšwa sello fela molomong wa gagwe. O be a Re lwele, re ratane le go rutana tše bohlokwa lefaseng.
swele matsogo le dimpa tše. Ka go hloka mahlatse, go Nka se tsoge ke humane wa go swana le yena gape.
be go sena bookelo kgauswi le motse wa Makgabeng. Ruri! Selo se lerato.
Ka morago ga sebaka Mogau a hlalosa gore Mašilo o Modiegi Motsoaledi, Grade 11
mo thuntšhitše ka dilakalaka.
Re kgaotše ngwaga re kgopišegile ga bohloko ka gore Mosetsana wa MoAfrika
Mogau o feleditše a swerwe ke kankere ka lebaka la
phišo ya dilakalaka nako ye re kgaola ngwaga Agee! ke nna Mosetsana.
Katlego Kobola, Grade 12 Mosetsana yo mobotse,
Wa mmala wo moso,
Emma Learmont, Grade 10 Wona wa baAfrika.
Mosetsana wa moriri,
Ruri! Selo se lerato Wa go ba le khumo,
Wa go nona, wo mogolo.
Re mafelelong a tsela ya lerato la rena. Nna le wena Fao go tšwago lehumo.
mogatšaka re tšwa kgole. Ge ke mo lebeletše mo Ke mosetsana wa go ikgantšha,
mahlong a gagwe, a mabotse, a go phadima boka Yena wa go ikgantšha Ka bohwa,
letšatši, ke gopola bophelo bja rena mmogo. Bjale re Bja gagwe ele ruri.
dutše mo malaong a gagwe a go hlokofala, bobedi bja MoAfrika Wa nnete.
rena ga re kgolwe gore re mafelelong. Eupša ge mosadi Ke yena mosetsana wa MoAfrika.
waka a tšea moya wa gagwe wa mafelelo o tla sepela a Ke yena mosetsana gare ga basetsana.
tseba gore go phela gona, re phetše.
Lenyalo ga se papadi. Sepedi se re, “mosadi o swara Neo Malahlela, Grade 10
thipa ka bogaleng”, eupša ga ke bone gore ke tla kgona.
Re a lwa, re a lla ebile re a befelwa. Sengwe le sengwe GO KGETHILWE MOETAPELE
se se mpe se ka diragala, efela re tla dula re gopotše YO MOFSA SEKOLONG SA
gore lerato le fenya tšohle. Letšatši la lenyalo la rena ke RENA
letšatši leo nka se tsogego ke le lebetše. Lerato le be le
le moyeng, go kwagala mmino wa go tsefa. Sengwe le Go be go fiša ga bosana, moya o foka gannyane le
sengwe se le gabotse. Ga go yo a ka senyago khutšo le dinonyana di opela dikošana. Eupša sekolo kamoka se
lethabo letšatšing le laka le mosadi waka wo moswa. be se swere dipelo ka diatla. Barutwana ba bantši ba sa
dudišege nke ba longwa ke matsetse.
Re be re dutše ka holong ya rena re emetše gore ba di
tie di lle. Mola hlogo ya sekolo e bitša leina la Bonolo
Moikanyane, ka kwa lefase le ema. Sefahlego sa ka se
ile sa tlala myemyelo, ka itia magoswi go fihlela
matsogo a ka a ekwa bohloko. Ke ile ka emelela ka pela
ke thakgaletše main’ake. Ke be ke thabile nke sefoka se
se thopilwe ke nna.
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for Girls. O kgona go agišana le go šoma ka bja motho. Ga se dithuto fela eupša se go thuša gore
boikokobetšo. Maele a gagwe a kgona go thuša motho bokamoso bja gago e be bjo bobotse. Se go fa tsebo,
pele a tsena marageng ebile o ikgantšha ka sekolo se. boitemogelo le bokgoni bja kgwerano.
Ke tsebile Bonolo pele ga ge a eba le maemo a. O Sekolo se thuša bokamoso bja motho kudu kudu ka
nkgahlela gore ga a hloke go botšwa gore ke mang, gobane se bula mabati a mantši. Se fana ka monyetla
efela o ikemetše ka boyena. Ke holofela gore bana ba wa gore motho a be eng goba eng a nyakang goba yona
mphato waka ba mmone ka leihlo le le botse, gomme . Se go fa mošomo gore o kgone go aga bophelo bja
re tla mo thekga ka mešegofela leetong la gagwe la gagwe ka tsela yeo o nyakago. Bokamoso bja gago e ba
boetapela. bjo bo phadimang ka thušo ya sekolo.
Bonolo Mokatse, Grade 10 Sekolo se go fa selo se bohlokwa kudu, eleng tsebo. Se
go fa tsebo ka dithuto tše ntši. Tsebo ye e bohlokwa ka
Megan Grobler, Grade 11 gobane ke tsebo ya lefase. E bula mogopolo wa gago
gomme e thuša gore o kwešiše lefase, batho ba lefaseng
Inthanete ga e kotsi le gore le šoma bjang. Nelson Mandela o rila a re ‘tsebo
ke maatla.’
Inthanete ga e kotsi. Go bolela nnete inthanete e re Godimo go bokamoso bjo bo phadimang le tsebo,
thuša kudu ebile e re thuša ka dilo tše ntši kudu. sekolo se go fa monyetla wa go hwetša bagwera le go
Inthanete e dirile gore kgokagano e be bonolo. E dirile tšweletša bokgoni bja kgwerano. Se go ruta go šoma le
le gore go be bonolo go hwetša tshedimošo ebile gore batho ba bangwe ba mehuta-huta. Yeo ke thuto e leng
re e hwetše ka nako ya go se fetše pelo. Ka inthanete re gore e bohlokwa kudu.
kgona go kgokagana le batho kudu ba lapa, metswalle Mohola le dikokwane tša sekolo ke go gofa kgotlelelo
le bagwera ba ba lego kgole le kgauswi ga išita le moše le boitlamo. Se thuša ka bokgoni bja go šoma ka thata
wa mawatle. le go tseba gore bophelo ga bo bonolo, gona le
Go swana le dilo kamoka tše re di dirago, inthanete e ditlhohlo tše o swanetšego go di fenya.
na le di tlamorago tša go se kgahliše. Ditlamorago tša Ka kakaretso, sekolo se thuša go kaonafatša bophelo
inthanete di ya ka gore o šomiša inthanete bjang, Re bja motho ka ditsela tše ntši.
swanetše go dira bonnete bja gore re e šomiša ka šedi. Masingoaneng Tlale, Grade 9
Re kgona go bala ditaba tša maleba. Re swanetše go
dira bonnete bja gore re bala tša maleba gobane tšeo e Nyeleti Silawu, Grade 10
sego tša maleba di senya menagano le dipelo tša rena.
Ka inthanete o kgona go itloša bodutu. O kgona go
panka ka inthanete, se se ra gore o kgona go boloka
tšhelete gobane ga o gapeletšege go lefa tšhelete ya
senamelwa. Ebile o boloka le nako ka gobane o ka
panka ka nako ya gago.
Khumisho Ntlatlane, Grade 9

Sekolo se thuša ka eng?

Go tsena sekolo go thuša ka dilo tše ntši bophelong

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RéDACTIONS CRéATIVES

Le stress est quelque chose dans la vie de tout le j’ai telephone à Monique. Quand je lui ai dit que j’étais
monde. Bones novelles. Je pense que le stress est mau- dans un hôtel elle a dit que je pouvais venir chez elle.
vais pour un adolescent. Comme tout le monde, j’ai du J’ai pris le bus. Quand je suis arrivée, j’ai vu un village
stress dans ma vie aussi. Mais les bonnes très beau.
nouvelles sont qu’il y a des choses qu’on peut changer Et, sa maison était la plus belle du village! Nous
dans sa vie pour ne pas être négativement affecté par le sommes allées promener sur la plage. L’eau était trop
stress. chaude.
Pour commencer, je voudrais expliquer pourquoi le Nous allions toujours boire un café sur la plage.
stress n’est pas bon pour un adolescent. Un adolescent C’était parfait!
a beaucoup de choses importantes dans sa vie: l’école, Kristina Chapanov, Grade 10
la famille, les sports est des amis. Quand on a du stress,
on ne peut pas faire chaque chose qu’on doit faire, Deren Effendi, Grade 12
parce qu’on a des sentiments negatifs.
Selon le texte, la deuxième phase du stress est la Lacoste, 85 ans d’histoire
production de cortisol, un hormone de stress. Si on a
un taux élévé de cortisol, on peut se sentir comme on Je sais que vous connaissez Lacoste mais connaissez-
est sans courage, triste et en grande insécurité. C’est vous l’histoire du crocodile? Peut-être pas, alors lisez
une autre raison pour laquelle le stress est mauvais. cette article.
Dans ma vie, il y a des petites choses qui me donnent En 1933, André Gillier et René Lacoste (joueur du
du stress. La prèmière est l’école. Cette année, je fais le tennis légendaire) ont fondé l’entreprise. La marque de
bac, et je dois bien faire pour aller à l’univérsité. Il y a crocodile est visible à l’extérieur d’un vêtement. Rob-
beaucoup de travail que je dois faire. Et les ert George (un ami de René) a fait la marque.
mathématiques, c’est une autre histoire! En 1950, Lacoste a commencé avec les exportations
Une autre chose qui me stresse dans ma vie est mon vers l’Europe. Dans les années 1950, des chemises
corps. Parfois, peut-être souvent, je me sens grosse. Lacoste ont été vendues en couleurs différentes.
C’est un sentiment terrible! Il y a des autres choses À partir dis annies 1980, Lacoste devient sponsor pour
qui me donnent du stress, mais elles ne sont pas très le tennis à Roland Garros et a devenu une chaine
importantes. internationale.
C’est important d’être heureux et prêt pour le futur. Si Maintenant en 2018 Lacoste a nommé Louise Trotter
on a le stress, on doit faire quelque chose pour s’aider. comme directrice artistique de l‘entreprise.
Je parle comme ça parce qu’une vie avec le stress est Gabrielle Amroune, Grade 11
une vie sans joie. Pour ne pas être négativement
affecté par le stress, on doit changer sa vie. On peut
faire le travail quand on le reçoit. On peut parler avec
un ami(e) ou un parent, et on peut faire du jogging
parce que ça aide avec le stress.
Le stress est une calamite pour beaucoup d’adolescents.
Mais si on fait quelque chose pour s’aider, ce n’est pas
très terrible. C’est possible d’avoir une vie sans stress!

Tshilidzi Mabadzhabadzha, Grade 12

Bonjour tout le monde;
J’ai passé une semaine chez mon amie, Monique, au
Cap. Je voudrais vous raconter tout ce que j’ai fait pen-
dant mon séjour.
Alors, mon vol est bien passé. Quand je suis arrivée au
Cap j’étais très fatiguée. J’ai trouvé l’hôtel, et je suis
entrée dans ma chambre. La chambre était très belle et
j’étais contente. Mais je me sentais un peu seule donc

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KREATIVES SCHRIEBEN

Meine Familie Die Technik
Das Einkaufen
In meiner Familie sind fünf Menschen. Ich habe einen Die Mode
Vater, eine Mutter, einen Bruder und eine Schwester. Sport, Wochenende
Mein Vater heißt Byron, meine Mutter heißt Lisa, Lange schlafen
mein Bruder ist Jason und meine Schwester ist Kaylin. Teuere Schuhe
Mein Vater ist vierzig Jahre alt und hat braune Augen Schwätzen
und trägt eine Brille. Meine Mutter ist neununddreißig Rockmusik
Jahre alt, sie ist sehr nett und hat blonde Haare und Feiern, Filme gucken
grüne Augen. Mein Bruder ist acht Jahre alt, er ist Der Urlaub
tollpatschig und gesprächig. Er hat braune Haare und Tanzen
grüne Augen. Meine Schwester ist siebzehn Jahre alt Freunde treffen
und sie ist sehr lustig. Sie hat braune Haare und auch Rebekkah Böhmer und Stephanie Hugo, Klasse 11
braune Augen.
Kaylin ist meine Lieblingsperson in der Familie. Sie Vergnügungen 2018
mag Netzball und tanzen und singen. Sie ist nett,
intelligent und mag Schuhe sehr. Der letzte Aussicht auf der strahlenden Nacht
Ich liebe meine Familie! Die vergessenden Sterne
Maleah Schultz, Klasse 9 Tausende Lichter
Wolken, das Wetter verändert sich
Eine Party Das Tagebuch
Regen
Liebes Tagebuch, Die Stille
Ich war letztes Wochenende bei Elenas Party. Die Party Parfüm, Sonnencreme
war super und sehr toll. Hannah, Damon, Angela, Alternative Geräusche
Riccardo und Macey waren da, aber Kat war nicht da. Labello
Die Party war klein. Wir haben erst Pommes und Blind sein
Pizza gegessen. Dann haben wir Kuchen und Eis Lange Ärmel
gegessen. Ich hatte auch Orangensaft und Wasser. Musik hören, Gummibären essen
Alles war sehr lecker. Beobachten
Wir haben viel bei der Party gemacht. Wir haben Guitare spielen
Twister und Monopoly gespielt, und Hannah und Alleine sein
Riccardo haben verloren. Wir haben auch Mean Girls Ornella Pavone und Caitlin Wragg, Klasse 11
und It gesehen. Mean Girls war interessant und lustig,
aber It war sehr langweilig! Meine Zeit im Chor
Für mich war die Party sehr gut und hat viel Spaß
gemacht. “Musik sprechen wenn Wörter es nicht schaffen!”
Deine Jana Singen ist mein leben, deshalb setze ich viele Stunden
Jana Bakovic, Klasse 10 lang in der Probe, deshalb steige ich jeden Samstag auf
den Bus und gehe nach Hause um zwölf in der Nacht,
Vergnügungen 2018 deshalb, wann auch immer ich denke, ich kann es
nicht mehr, überzeuge ich mich, weiterzumachen.
Die erste Tasse Kaffee am Morgen Für mich ist der Chor mein sicherer Hafen. Er ist
Die neuen Freunde auf den Sozialmedien meine Freizeit und meine Lernen-Zeit. Ich kann
Fröhliche Fotos Musik machen für meine Freunde, meine Familie und
Sonnenschein, das Glück des Regenbogens für diejenigen, die Freude in ihrem Leben brauchen.
In unserer Schule, Pretoria High School for Girls,
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Spaβ dabei!
machen. Also habe ich Basketball in Klasse 8 gespielt. Dieses Jahr in den Juliferien singen wir bei den
Ich liebe den Sport und ich habe dabei viel gelernt, Weltchorspielen. Es ist fast wie die Olympischen
aber die Mäddchen in meiner Mannschaft waren sehr Spielen. Leute von vielen vershiedenen Ländern
gemein. Sie gaben mir das Gefühl, dass ich nur ein kommen. Ich will gerne zu den Workshops und den
nutzloses Mitglied der Mannschaft war. Meine Tante Konzerten des Amerikanischen Gospelchors und
hat dann vorgeschlagen, dass ich den Chor des Popchors gehen! Wir werden Afrikaner- und
probieren sollte. ”Chor?” habe ich gedacht, ”Ich kann Popmusik bei den Weltchorspielen singen. Weil es
nicht singen und ich möchte nicht wie ein Idiot sehr teuer ist, haben wir eine Film Nacht hier bei der
aussehen”. Aber ich musste eine AG haben… also Schule gehabt, um Geld dafür zu sammeln. Wir haben
ging ich zu den Auditions und ich war natürlich sehr den Film “the Greatest Showman” gesehen und der
nervös. Ich sang das Lied “Amazing Grace” und das ganze Abend war ein groβer Erfolg! Wir haben auch
war der Anfang dieser verrückten Achterbahnfart! bei der Mutterstag Konzert gesungen und das Geld
Jetzt gehe ich jeden Montag von 14:15 bis 16:15 zur von diesen Eintrittkarten wurde auch für die
Chorprobe. Mit dem Chor zu üben macht einen Weltchorspielen gebraucht.
blauen Montag einen frohlichen Montag! Dann Im Chor zu singen hat ein groβer Nachteil aber zum
donnerstags, nach der Schule, gehe ich zu meiner Glück auch viele Vorteile. Der Nachteil: man hat keine
Geschichte-Klasse, weil ich Geschichte als achtstes Zeit für Studieren und das wird sehr stressig. Ich und
Fach mache. Meine Lehrerin ist Frau Cooper und sie meine Freundinnen machen oft unsere Hausaufgaben
ist sehr toll. Aber dann, nach Geschichte bin ich so und studieren auf dem Bus und zwischen Sound-Tests
müde und dann muss ich wieder zum Chor gehen. und Aufführungen. Es ist mir sehr wichtig, dass ich
Das ist anstrengend, aber nach nur fünfzehn Minuten meine persönliche Beste mit meiner Schularbeiten
singen fühle ich mich wieder energetisiert. tue…
Donnerstags üben wir von 16:00 bis 18:00. Man muss Na ja, und dann die Vorteile: Ich kann Musik lesen, ich
sein Chor-Buch mitbringen und Notizen machen auf kenne viele Techniken um meine Stimme zu
seine Musikstücke. Ich lerne so viel bei der Chorprobe. verbessern und am wichtigsten habe ich sehr gute
Ich kann jetzt Musik lesen und ich kenne Techniken, Freundinnen dabei gemacht - Lara, Jessica und Amy
mit denen ich meine Stimme verstärken kann. Der sind mehr wie Schwestern als Freundinnen für mich.
Chor hatte eine neue Konzertenuniform - ein blaues Wir sprechen über unsere Freuden und Kummer
Kleid, das viel schöner ist als der älte Rock und die alte zusammen, wir teilen unseres Essen und wenn ich
Bluse. Wir tragen auch schöne Halsketten mit blau, eine Schulter brauche, auf der zu weinen, sind sie
grün und weiβe Perlen, weil dies die Fraben unserer immer da.
Schule sind. Frau van der Merwe hat diese Halsketten Bei Girls High kann man auch Farben bekommen für
gemacht. Dann tragen wir auch blaue Hofschuhen Chor. Ich habe schon meine halb-Farben bekommen.
oder einfach “Pumps”. Jetzt kann ich das auch auf meine Universität Portfolio
In dem Chor zu sein ist sehr hektisch. Im ersten schreiben. Ich will an der Univeristät auch im Chor
Semester gehen wir zum Chorlager, wo wir unsere singen. Chor hat mir Selfsvertrauen gegeben. Heute
neue Repertoire lernen müssen. Wir haben dann ein singe ich im Chor unserer Kirche, und ich liebe bei der
informelles Konzert mit dem Chor von Boys High Kirche zu singen, weil ich mein Talent benutzen kann,
und viele anderen kleinen Konzerten in Pretoria. Im um Gott zu ehren.
zweiten Semester haben wir viele Wettbewerbe, sowie Mein Leben ist sehr hektisch aber viel besser als wäre
Eistedfodd, ATKV, die State Theatre Kulturfestival und ich nicht Mitglied des Chors. Ich bin viel glücklicher
so weiter. Wir gehen fast jede Woche zu einem Wett- und fühle mich wie ich Teil von einer Familie. Wann
bewerb, manchmal haben wir zwei oder drei Wettbe- das Ende des Jahres kommt, werde ich meinen Chor,
werbe in einer Woche. Das ist sehr stressig, weil wir Herr Geriecke unser Chor Dirigent, Frau Dugmore
im zweiten Semester auch unsere Halbjahr Eksamen und meine Chor Schwestern am meisten vermissen.
schreiben. Ich muss morgens früh lernen.
Im dritten Semester haben wir das “Vier Schule” Likando Kamuwanga, Klasse 12
Konzert. Die Schülerinnen und Schüler von Pretoria
Girls High und Boys High und Affies Meisies und
Affies Seuns kommen alle zusammen und machen
dann ein sehr groβes Konzert und das ist immer sehr
wichtig für die Leute in Pretoria, weil sie sehen
können, wie Stundenten von verschiedenen
Herkunften und Kulturen zusammenkommen und

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grade 10 german outing

GRADE 10 GERMAN OUTING

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CHARITIES

CHARITIES

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CHARITIES

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OLD GIRLS ASSOCIATION

OLD GIRLS ASSOCIATION

This year has been by all accounts a Our constitution is very outdated. This
successful year with a supportive and became apparent when we had trouble at
hard working committee that has the banks when changing our signatories.
accomplished many tasks. Due to the FICA legislation, the whole
We happily welcomed our new OGA committee now needs to be FICA
President and School Principal compliant if we wish to make any changes
Mrs Phillipa Erasmus, an Old Girl of or additions to certain accounts. We plan
Girls’ High. We trust you will have a to revise the current constitution, with
happy and fruitful time at PHSG. the help of Tammy-Lynne Bekker, a
We started the year with an elected vice lawyer on the committee.
chair, but due to her work commitments, We had a successful Spring Fair despite
she unfortunately had to resign. Bronwyn the change of position and foul weather. It
Bantich gallantly stepped into the breach, is always lovely to see our regular visitors.
and I would like to thank her for her Unfortunately, the Ginger Bread Lady,
support. Mrs Culbert, who donated ginger bread
We have entered the 21st century and are now using men every year, passed away and she will be missed and
internet banking, and are in the process of purchasing remembered by all. Her daughter Bethany has
a program called "Alumnet". When up and running it promised to keep up the tradition in memory of her
will be helpful in allowing Old Girls to network and mother.
more importantly, make donations, to enable us to Lastly, I am excited to announce that we once again
sponsor learners in many different ways. have a newsletter. Thank you to Bronwyn Bantich, who
As in 2017, we were again able to sponsor a learner for took up the responsibility to revive it. After two years
the Grahamstown Festival. We would like to make this without a newsletter, I’m sure it will be welcomed by all
an annual sponsorship and this is only attainable if we the members of the OGA.
receive donations from Old Girls. It should be easier in
the future through Alumnet to secure donations. Mrs Rose Spruyt
Chairlady of the OGA

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AQUATICS FESTIVAL

AQUATICS FESTIVAL

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NATIONAL ALL GIRLS' SCHOOLS' FESTIVAL

NATIONAL ALL GIRLS' SCHOOLS' FESTIVAL

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NATIONAL ALL GIRLS' SCHOOLS' FESTIVAL

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INTERHIGH GALA

INTERHIGH GALA

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GRAHAMSTOWN / MAKHANDA

GRAHAMSTOWN / MAKHANDA

With minimal sleep, we all somehow managed to headed to Somerset East for the absorbing Battiss
arrive at the familiar Gate 1 at 3 am that special Thursday House with its quirky artworks and artefacts.
morning. The shuttle ventured into the darkness and The following days were jam-packed with specially and
hour after hour we watched the scenery altering from precisely planned schedules for individuals at the
the Highveld to the Karoo. That afternoon we wandered National Arts Festival. We raced up and down between
through the sleepy little town of Nieu Bethesda and destinations, each person indulging in the cultural
visited the fascinating Owl House and the intriguing ambience, enveloping ourselves in the variety of
Kitching Fossil Institute. We learned first–hand how workshops and performances. Types of speech,
to tell the difference between hadidah droppings and a gestures, music, dance, sound and spectacle – we
real, ancient fossil. (You use your water bottle.) experienced it all in the days flashing by.
We spent the first night at Weltevreden Farm; had Too soon, we had to head home and our little family
dinner at the big family table and some of us slept in a scattered and rejoined their own nearest and dearest –
refurbished prison. We are always so warmly welcomed but the memories we share are unforgettable and the
by Jenny, Grace and little Annie. bonds – unbreakable.
Fast forward to the next morning and we took the
proverbial flying visit through Graaff Reinet and Ornella Pavone

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GRADE 11 HISTORY TOUR

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GRADE 8 CAMP

GRADE 8 CAMP

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π DAY

π DAY

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JERSEY DISPLAY

JERSEY DISPLAY

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INTERHOUSE ATHLETICS

INTERHOUSE ATHLETICS

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INTERHOUSE GALA

INTERHOUSE GALA

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SPRING FAIR

SPRING FAIR

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SPRING FAIR

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rcl

RCL CAMP

RCL INDUCTION

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MOLE DAY

MOLE DAY

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ART - GRADE 12

ART - GRADE 12

Arielle Gibson Dimpho Mhlanga
Emma Lourens
Kayleigh McGavin Deren Effendi

Kgaugelo Mkumbeni Joy Mwali
Kayla Heunis

Jessica Velonis Asanda Nkonde Danielle Robbertze

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ART - GRADE 12

Suk Fun Thong

Lauren Cooke Yerang Oh

Thabang Bapela

Simone Stander Robyn Houtman

Dayna Binda

Yerang Oh

Mashako Seshide

Ye-Eun Yeong

Manushri Naidoo

Yerang Oh

Tristan Crawford

Nadia Larsen Leovan Scott Simone Stander

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ART - GRADE 11

ART - GRADE 11

Caitlin Jones Emma van Schalkwyk

Stephanie Hugo

Khanyisile Nkosi

Rizwaanah Saloojee Cameron Saunders

Morgan Robbie Nandi Suteka

Domnique Steeman

Havannah Blem

Noa Abramovitz

Ayijeh Boroujerdi

Monica Martins

Michelle Cazalet Jade Minnie

Michaela Booysen Leago Kunene Diane Pretorius Klara Kific

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ART - GRADE 10

ART - GRADE 10

Nyaleti Silwalu

Jannett Mwali Jessica Moll

Talitha Laubscher Rachel-Ann van Biljon

Zwavhundi Nthambeleni Lara Grobbelaar

Palesa Mopeli

Mia Coombe Rachel-Ann Van Biljon

Nicole Michaellaes Mari Smith Jannett Mwali

Rachel Meyer Uthimna Nape Emma Learmont

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ART - GRADE 9

ART - GRADE 9

Dimpho Sefora Catherine Stiff

Blessing Mutanha

Kayla Maree Christa Braune Paije Beetge
Hannah Weaver Alicia Naudé
Jesse Kettle

Aloise Wepener

Ann Hajin Lee Kutlwano Legoabe

Aynaz Dehghan

Tessa Davies Kezia van Rensburg Kelly du Toit Vanessa Bezuidenhout Hope Milakane

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ART - GRADE 8

ART - GRADE 8

Arielle Eloff Olivia Bras Emily Hawkes

Chane Olivier Olivia Bras Amber Kahumuza
Kamo Maluleka Tshego Taunyane

Tiffany Skinner Ayanda Mashilo Masingita Dlamini Anette Osagie

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We Work in Hope

The school was opened with the earnest
hope that here girls of different races
and denominations might meet in that
commonwealth of letters which gave

Erasmus and Shakespeare to the world;
to acquire there, in accordance with

the ideals of Christian duty, the healthy
physique, the trained mind and the
disciplined character which should fit

each to live worthily in that state of life
into which it should please
God to call her.
Edith Aitken.