GRADE 8 GRADE 8 ORIENTATION PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 151
GRADE 8 GRADE 8 INTER-HOUSE NETBALL 152 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
GRADE 8 GRADE 8 COMMENCEMENT CEREMONY GRADE 8 SEEDBANK CEREMONY PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 153
EVENTS SPRING FAIR L Denation G Engelbrecht K Field A Folaranmi P Hawkes S Hodson S James B Kermis P Krishnan M Lai O Lentsoane T Mashifane S Musanhu J Nagle T Nunn D Pillay C Prinsloo W Rabie L Schultz D Shibambo S Simelane B Steenekamp K Tlhabanelo N Trollip Spring Fair Convenors 2022 154 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
EVENTS PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 155
EVENTS HERITAGE DAY 156 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
OUTINGS LESEDI CULTURAL VILLAGE UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY ART FESTIVAL PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 157
ENGLISH CREATIVE WRITING A stealthy and silent killer A stealthy and silent killer harming more than just the victim As her slow and painful grip gets tighter Your hope gets dimmer Slowly Her hold takes the life And leaves behind a skeleton Not completely gone leaving space for one bittersweet present of time An ending thousands have felt but I… Breaking a woman who is stronger than most Taking a Mother from her child, a Wife from her husband, an Ouma from her family Alexandra Wohlfahrt, Grade 11 All that was stolen Minutes blend into hours in the hospital until every moment is merely a copy of the last. Day and night are only separated by the primordial rhythms of her own body. That night she wakes up to a familiar voice. Someone drew back her curtains so she could see the TV. She sees Johannes perched on the chair next to her bed, again. Everyone in the ward is drawn to the screen waiting for the president to pass judgment on their futures. "My fellow South Africans…" Lucky Dlamini tries to look at the half-hidden faces of the people in the children's ward. Many of the younger children have fallen asleep, carried off by the bliss of ignorance. Everyone else only watches. Dread clings to the bodies in the room like a living thing. It drags their shoulders down. It steals the light from their eyes. It causes them to look to the sheet of pixels in the corner of the room for comfort. The room is as silent as it can be as the president tallies the number of days the virus has altered, the people the virus has invaded, the lives the virus has claimed. In that moment Lucky is astounded by how many people can be united not by what they have gained but by what was stolen from them. The president finishes off his speech. He tells them to be hopeful. "Hope won't keep food on the table," Lucky says. She thought the words would be lost by the artificial air being forced into her lungs but Johannes turns to her. "You sound like my pa," he says. He had started coming to sit next to her when the nurses weren't looking. They often weren't. They were too busy trying to filter out the sick from the dying in the waves of patients pouring in. And despite the assistance that Lucky needed to breathe she was classified as only sick. So was Johannes although with the way he snuck around one would think he was in peak condition. Lucky manages to lift her hand and musters all her strength to make an obscene gesture. Johannes laughs, “It’s true though." What I'm saying is also true, she wants to retort but the oxygen mask won't let her. Voiceless but breathing. She thinks about her grandmother in her last few moments. She had said the same thing in response to one of the president's speeches before she drowned. They couldn't get her to the crowded government VIEWPOINT Darcy Bebbington, Grade 12 158 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
VIEWPOINT hospital in time and before they could classify her as sick or dying, she was already dead. Even now it makes Lucky recoil. Every time she heard a wheezing cough she was reminded of her grandmother and how frail she looked in those last moments. Lucky was with her all the time when she was ill. Someone had to take care of her and Lucky's mother was too busy taking care of others. It was inevitable for Lucky to be condemned to the same fate as her grandmother. Hope doesn't keep food on the table. Money does. And hope may keep people alive but it's the oxygen and the doctors that keep them breathing. She can't say any of this to Johannes so all she does is shrug and he pats her shoulder. "Good talk," he says and returns to his bed. The next time she wakes up, she sees Johannes in his own bed for once. There are two white people at his bed. A man and woman. His parents. There's a tension that ties that family that Lucky can't quite place. She doesn't understand why Johannes looks so uneasy around his parents. She doesn't understand why his mother flinches every time his father moves or why Johannes flinches when his father places a hand on his shoulder. She replaces all these questions with a shrug when he returns to his chair. "Don't worry about it." He fidgets on the chair before talking again, "Is it bad that I'm a bit happy to be out of that house? I mean it was always so loud. I had to leave whenever I could, you know? Beaches, parties, anything." Lucky's mind goes blank. At that moment all she can think about is her mother coming back late at night. She thinks about the bags under her eyes and the times when her uniform was all she wore. She thinks about a casket and a shrunken funeral. She thinks about trying to force in air that her lungs won't accept. At that moment she really hates Johannes. "Selfish," she wheezes. "What?" She manages to pull up her mask just enough so he can hear her clearly. "It's selfish people like you that are the problem. You're the real pandemic." Johannes looks stricken. "Y-you have to understand I was at a higher risk of getting hurt in that house than I was outside of it," he pleads. Lucky turns to her side and looks the other way. "Good talk," he says and Lucky allows herself to drift into a fitful sleep. When she wakes up it's to the sound of gasping and wheezing. She sits up a little too hastily and sees the group of nurses and doctors gathered around Johannes' bed. She watches as they try to restrain his flailing body. She watches him claw at his throat. He's drowning, probably for hours. She watches the doctors try to scare him to life. Finally, she watches as Johannes stops fighting the virus. His hands go slack. He gets pulled under. Lucky hears the doctors call out the time. Lucky watches in horrified shock as they replace his mask with white cloth. With a jolt she realises that this is the first time she sees Johannes's face. The first time she sees the fading purple bruise under his jaw. In a few hours the corpses will be tallied and the numbers will go up by one body. Unknown Nhi Pham, Grade 11 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 159
the stress-free stage of life where people build their foundation of who they’ll be when they're older. We have allowed technology and social media to destroy our world and for that we have failed.” The headliner of an electronic newspaper in the year 2073 made a significant impact on many, provoking intense emotions of worry, guilt and anger. Technology was invented to make the world a better place but now I look out my window in fear watching robots the size of buildings searching for people to dismantle. There were many warning signs of how dangerous technology is but all of them were ignored by us, as we humans are beyond lazy and craved an easier life which has cost us more than we have gained. I think back to when I was a teenager trapped in front of my phone screen which slowly drained the life out of me while it constantly had battery. The world was a mess with global warming and the number of wars rising. My phone was an escape from this horrific reality. It was an escape for many as I watched children younger and younger become addicted to this false reality, brainwashed by a device. This was the first step of a mastermind plan created by the wealthiest people in the world. How difficult is it to manipulate and control people when they're unable to think for themselves? Exactly. It’s even easier when it’s literally at the tap of a button; a button which started what movies have been predicting for a very long time: humans against robots. This has been going on for many years. Now the citizens of South Africa have taken the initiative to break free and fight against those deemed more powerful than us thanks to their wealth and complete the operation which has been underway called The Great Escape. Unfortunately, to make a long story short, it was too late. This story may seem fictional but the only added information is that of the building-sized robots. Everything else is happening before our eyes. What if this prediction really does become our reality if we don’t break away and escape from this addiction which captures us from a young age? The Great Escape starts now. In fact it's already even started, perhaps I travelled here and wrote about this using a time machine in order to warn people of their fate. Believe me or don’t. I’ll just watch the real life version of those humans against robots movies which I have created purely for my enjoyment. Stacey Osborne, Grade 12 VIEWPOINT Lost… I once found out about a magical place which had everything I, as a toddler, could ever imagine. This place, my mother told me, is called Menlyn Mall. From the second my mother told me about it, I know that exciting things, that could change my life, would happen here. My parents decided to take me there for my fifth birthday. I immediately felt exuberant to the point where I screamed for joy. I wore my favourite blue and purple knee-length, floral dress and off we drove. We arrived within ten minutes and I was ecstatic at the sight of the gigantic building. The parking lot was like an exciting maze. We entered the mall and I saw paradise. It looked brighter than the sun. It sounded louder than the ocean waves. It had aromas to tickle your nose. The air tasted like evaporated cotton candy. I ran around for a while until suddenly I felt out of place. I kooked around to see lots of unfamiliar faces. I saw people laughing and chattering away but I only heard silence. I couldn’t see my parents anywhere. I tried to scream but my voice seemed to disappear. As I predicted, I went into a state of shock. I fell hard to my knee and lay down on the floor. I cried more than enough tears to create a waterfall and a flood. It felt like hours passed as I lay there, melting. I was lost and all alone, nowhere to go. I lay there for what seemed like another dozen hours. My mind was blank and before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep slumber on the cold, concrete floor. Oga Khosana, Grade 8 The Great Escape “Children today are deprived of their childhood, consumed by a drug much more addictive and intoxicating than heroin or cocaine. The biggest crime is to take away a child’s pure innocence and joy, Phoebe Naiker, Grade 11 160 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
Die Kat se snorbaard Sy naam is Pierre en hy is die kat se snorbaard. Wanneer ek by hom is, voel dit asof ons die enigste twee mense in die wêreld is, asof die storm bedaar het en die son weer haar kop bo die wolke uitsteek. Sy oë is soos die see op ‘n sonskyndag. ‘n Kleur so mooi en uniek, jy kan nie besluit of dit groen of blou is nie. Ek sal enige dag in daardie oë verdrink. Sy hare lyk asof dit uit goud geweef is. Sy lag … o, sy lag! Dis my spesiale wiegelied, soos ‘n duisend engelekore. My maag slaan bollemakiesies wanneer ek daardie engellag hoor... En sy glimlag. Sjoe! Toe hy die eerste keer vir my geglimlag het, het ek geweet daar is geen manier om my hart te beheer nie. Ek is dolverlief. Die kuiltjies op sy wange is seker waar die feëtjies hom gesoen het. Sy naam is Pierre en hy is die kat se snorbaard. En hy is myne. Nina Deysel, Graad 10 Ek kan nie klaarkom sonder my studievriende nie Ek het Jack en Anna die eerste keer geteken toe ek twaalf was. Hulle was klein stokmannetjies wat vir my vertel het hoe Mapangubwe ontstaan het en met Karla von Brandis-Martini, Grade 11 VIEWPOINT SKRYFKUNS IN AFRIKAANS Die huisie langs die rivier Ek kan voel hoe my hart angstig in my bors tamboer. My vingers is yskoud en my bene raak gevoelloos. Ek probeer om op te staan, maar die bangheid in my lyf laat my knieë swaar voel. Skielik is daar ‘n harde klop. Dit voel asof iemand die asem uit my longe gepers het. Die kombuis is pikdonker en ek kan niks sien nie. Voor ek enigeiets probeer doen, is die deur aggressief oopgeskop... ‘n Paar ure tevore. Ek bly in ‘n klein dorpie in die buitewyke van Rooiwal. My omgewing is doodstil en verskriklik warm. In Rooiwal weet almal van almal se besigheid. Ons is ‘n klein dorpie wat min bewoners het. Die enigste misterie hier, is die huis langs die rivier. Die huis lyk baie oud en gevaarlik. Niemand weet wie daar bly nie. Daar is ‘n duisend stories wat mense oor die huis vertel, maar ek wil die waarheid weet. Dit is hoekom ek besluit het om te probeer om antwoorde te vind. Die pad van my huis na die huisie langs die rivier, is lank en warm. Toe ek daar gekom het, was dit ‘n bietjie donker. Die huis lyk skrikwekkend en vuil. Die deur van die huis is wawyd oop. Ek stap in en probeer om so stil en stadig as moontlik te wees. Drup. Drup. Drup. Nou is ek in die moeilikheid. Die wolke is donker en dit is begin om hard te reën. Daar is geen stoel of sofa om op te sit nie. Ek besluit om op die vloer te sit. Terug in die hede. Die skaduwee lyk kort en vroulik. Ek knip my oë bang. “Wat soek jy hier, my kind?” vra ‘n vroulike stem. Ek besluit om niks te sê nie. Die tannie se naam is Elsie. Sy verduidelik aan my dat sy alleen hier woon. Sy vrees mense. Sy is vriendelik, maar teruggetrokke. Sy is gaaf genoeg om saam met my huis toe te loop. “Waar was jy, Jemema?” vra my pa by die deur. “Jammer ek is laat, Pa. Tannie Elsie het saam met my geloop. Ek was darem nie in ‘n gevaarlike situasie nie,” antwoord ek. My pa kyk snaaks na my. Ek kyk terug, maar daar is niemand in sig nie … Keabetswe Masupye, Graad 11 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 161
Eendag toe sien ek hom, hy het my gegroet soos ‘n ou pel en vir my gesê dat dit nou my beurt is. Voordat ek kon verstaan, het hy verdwyn. Al wat ek weet, is dat dit my beurt is en ek is reg. Marinda van Schalkwyk, Graad 11 Mevrou Merlin se geheim Dit was ‘n koel Dinsdag om drie-uur. Tasia, Krystal en Melanie het sopas begin met wegkruipertjie. Tasia tel teen die rooi baksteenmuur. Krystal sit agter die sementbankie langs die gebou en Melanie agter die groot groen bos. Melanie sien iets rooi weggesteek tussen die blare en takkies. (Sy tel ‘n klein rooi sakkie op en vind skitterende diamante binne-in). “Julle sal nie glo wat ek gekry het nie!” sê Melanie uitasem terwyl sy na die meisies toe hardloop. Krystal en Tasia maak groot oë toe hulle die diamante sien. “Dit sê die naam R Merlin, ons Geskiedenis-juffrou!” sê Krystal. “Ons moet haar onmiddellik daaroor uitvra,” sê Tasia. Die meisies loop saam na haar klas toe en klop aan die deur. “Kom in,” sê Mevrou Merlin. Melanie sê niks en wys vir die juffrou die sakkie. “Julle meisies het my uitgevang. Ek het die diamante van ‘n juweelwinkel gesteel.” Die meisies kyk geskok na mekaar . “Asseblief, moenie iets sê nie, ek sal afgedank word!” Na ‘n lang stilte, sê Tasia: “Ons sal jou geheim hou as jy die juwele teruggee. Ons wil saamkom en sien dat jy dit doen.” Mevrou Merlin glimlag breed. Sy klap haar hande en knik haar kop... Subeth Scheepers, Graad 10 VIEWPOINT Yolande Watts, Grade 11 mekaar baklei het. Ek het van hulle gehou en besluit om hulle te hou. Ek het nie besef hoe belangrik hulle in my lewe sou wees nie. Ek, Jack en Anna het saam deur my primêre skooljare gewandel. Hulle was op al my notaboeke, besig om vir my ‘n taalreël te verduidelik of net besig om met mekaar te baklei om my Wiskundenotas interessanter te maak. Hulle het my studievriende geword, en selfs die sarkastiese stem in my kop het ‘n naam gekry – Adriana. Toe ek na Pretoria toe getrek het, was Jack, Anna en Adriana my reisgenote. Hulle het my vergesel op my eerste dag in die nuwe skool. Toe ek myself as transgender openbaar het, het ek besluit dat hulle ook transgender is – Adriana het Aidan geword, en Jack en Anna was maar van kleinsaf wie hulle was. Ons het die meeste dae saam spandeer en ek was minder alleen saam met hulle. Soos ek op my eie sterker geword het, het ek my studievriende minder nodig gehad. Ek is nie meer alleen nie. Ek het wonderlike, regte vriende gemaak en ander transgender mense ontmoet. Ek gesels tog nou en dan met hulle en teken hulle in my boeke. Jack, Anna en Aiden wat vir my so belangrik geword het, sal altyd ‘n spesiale plek in my hart hê. Shay Steyn, Graad 11 Kom ek vertel jou my storie Ek het hom al in my drome ontmoet en ek het hom al uit die hoek van my oog gewaar– meer as een keer. Hy is altyd daar. Kom ek vertel jou my storie... Toe ek jonk was, het ek amper verdrink. Al wat ek kon onthou, is dat ek alleen langs die rivier wakker geword het. Van toe af, het alles verander. Ek het ‘n droom gehad van iemand wat my red van ’n karongeluk en toe van iemand wat my wou beroof. Dit was glad nie dramaties nie, maar ek het myself wakker gehuil. Ek wonder nog steeds hoekom. As ek op die aande loop, voel ek asof iemand vir my kyk en ek weet nie wie nie. Al wat ek weet, is dat ek nie alleen is nie. Ek het al gehuil en dan voel dit asof iemand my probeer troos. Ek weet nie hoe nie, maar dit was sag en warm. Dit is die vreemdste gevoel, dit is iets wat jy nie kan verduidelik nie. 162 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
Chanté Fourie, Grade 12 VIEWPOINT My Wiskunde-vraestel Die dag het sy gang gegaan en my skooltas was ekstra swaar; my oë het amper by my kop uitgepeul, so moeg was ek... Ek kon nie daardie oggend ontbyt eet sonder die vrees dat alles sou opkom die oomblik wanneer ek my Wiskunde- vraestel sou sien nie. Op pad skool toe het dit gevoel asof my kop wou bars na ‘n hele nag se Wiskunde-studies. My maag was seer en my oë het vuurhoutjies nodig gehad. Toe ek uiteindelik by die eksamenlokaal opgedaag het, was my lyf gevoelloos. Ek het gaan sit en ‘n paar minute later my vraestel ontvang. Al wat ek kon sien, was kinders wat blaai en bekommerd na hulle vriende loer. My mond het begin droog voel. Ek het na die eerste vraag gestaar en dit oor en oor gelees, maar niks het sin gemaak nie. Vir ‘n oomblik was ek seker ek het vergeet hoe om asem te haal. Ek het net begin skryf, maar hoe meer ek geblaai het, hoe vinniger het my hart geklop. Ek het dit deurgegaan en was seker ek sou die eksamenvraestel slaag. Toe dit tyd was om huis toe te gaan, het dit gevoel asof ek uit ’n hok vrygelaat is. Hailey Starke, Graad 10 Shay van Zyl-Steyn se laaste huis Ek hoop dat ek dood sal gaan in ‘n huisie langs ‘n rivier. Ek hoop dat ek baie oud sal wees, met lang groen hare, groot oorbelle en ‘n lang baard. My langbroeke sal kleurvol wees en om my enkels vou, my ligte katoenhemde sal ’n Buddha-gesig ophê en krale en kristalle sal my nek en polse versier. Ek hoop dat kinders in die rivier voor my huisie sal kom speel en dat hulle koekies, handdoeke en sakkies vir hulle skulpe by die ou rivierman en sy katte sal kom haal. Ek sal ure op my stoep sit en verf terwyl die son ondergaan, en in die son se laaste strale op ‘n warm klip sit en die voëls wat visse en muggies vang, dophou. Ek hoop dat my ouers se spoke partykeer vir my sal kom kuier sodat ons lang gesprekke onder ‘n wilgerboom kan hê en hulle al my nuwe katte kan ontmoet. Ek sal seker eendag op ‘n gladde klip in die rivier glip, of sag doodgaan op my stoel op die stoep wanneer dit volmaan is. My organe sal geoes word en my lyf begrawe word by ‘n sierwilgerboom, sodat ek vir ‘n rukkie kan rus by my huisie langs die rivier... Shay Steyn, Graad 11 Pearl Chauke, Grade 11 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 163
VIEWPOINT DINGWALWANA TšA SEPEDI Mafula a profense ya KwAzulu-natal Meetse ke bophelo. Re nošetša dibjalo tša go re fepa ka wona gomme re kgotšofatša lenyora ka wona. Eupša meetse a kgona go ba kotsi ka ge a na le maatla a go senya le go tšea maphelo a batho. Re phela re bona dikotsi tša tlhago di diragala mafaseng a mangwe. Ka madimabe,Afrika-Borwa e hlasetšwe ke yengwe ya tšona. Profense ya KwaZuluNatal e a nwelela. Dipula tšeo di nelego ka maatla beke yeo e fetilego di hlotše mafula a mašoro kudu. Durban le metse yeo e lego kgauswi le yona a amegile go fetiša mafelo a mangwe. Mafula a a wešitše maporogo, a weša meago, a senya ditsela, a tšea mengwako gomme a fediša maphelo. Bontši bja batho ga ba sa na magae gomme ba bangwe ba timetše. KZN Provincial Disaster Management e begile gore batho ba go fetiša makgolo a mane ba lobile maphelo a bona. Ditopo tša bana, basadi le batšofe di ile tša hwetšwa ka gare ga tlhakahlakano yeo e bakilwego ke mafula. Ruri a ke masetlapelo a magolo. Go kweša bohloko go tseba gore batho ba lobile maphelo a bona ka tsela ye ya go tšhabiša madi. Dinyakišišo di šupa gore meago, ditsela le mengwako be di sa agwa ka tshwanelo. Se se laetša gore mmušo wa Afrika-Borwa o ka solwa. Mohlomongwe ditlamorago tša mafula be di ka thibelwa ge mmušo gammogo le Kgoro ya Ditirelo tša Setšhaba le Ditsela be di dira mošomo wa bona ka maswanedi. Mohlomongwe maphelo nke be a sa fela ka bontši. Aretse! Tonakgolo Sihle Zikalala gammogo le mopresidente Cyril Ramaphosa ba dira ka mo ba ka kgonago go thuša. KZN Emergency Services ba itima boroko ka nepo ya go fokotša ditlamorago tša mafula le go thuša batšwasehlabelo. Mekgatlo ye mmalwa ya go thuša batho mehleng ya dikotsi tša tlhago ba thušitše bao ba amegilego ka dijo le diaparo. Pula ke lehlogonolo efela mehleng ye mengwe ke sebata sa go bolaya le go senya.Go ya ka pego ya South African Weather Service pula e sa tlo nela profense ya KZN ka maatla. Sepedi se re, pula ke mahlopha a senya, sa buša sa re, seo se sa felego se a hlola. Ramasedi a be le setšhaba sa profense ya KZN mo mahlomoleng a a ba aparetšego. Omolemo Maimela, Kreiti 12 Kgatelelo ya monagano Ngwaga ka ngwaga dipalopalo tša kgatelelo ya monagano di a namelela. Dipalopalo tše di re botša gore batho ba go feta diperesente tše nne lefaseng ba swerwe ke kgatelelo ya monagano. Diperesente tše nne di kwagala e se batho ba bantši efela ga go bjalo. Ge o ka tšea batho bao wa ba kgobakantšha, ba ka feta le phuthego ya baKreste. Bolwetši bjo bja monagano bo tloga bo iphile maatla e le ruri. Bo aparetše lefase ka bophara. Le ge wena bo se bja go swara, bo ka go ama ka gore yo mongwe yo o mo ratago bo ka mo tlaiša. Ga re ke re lemoga ge motho bo mo swere ka gore re itlwaeditše go se botšišane ka maikutlo a rena. Re swanetše go hlohleletša meloko le metswalle ya rena gore ba phuthulloge ba bolele le yo mongwe ka maikutlo a bona. Ba bangwe ba rena ga re kgone go bolela ge re na le mathata goba ge re hloka thušo. Se gantši se šitišago batho gore ba phuthulloge ke gore gona le batho bao ba sa amogelego batho ba go ba le malwetši a monagano. Batho bao ba swanetše go ipha nako gore ba ithute ka malwetši a gore ba bone gore ga se selo sa go tšhabega. Nna ke tlo le fa lesedi ka bonnyane bjo ke bo tsebago ka kgatelelo ya monagano. Kgatelelo ya monagano ga Shay Steyn, Grade 11 164 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
VIEWPOINT se bolwetši bja mmele. Ke bolwetši bja monagano bjo bo swarago batho ba go tloga mengwageng ye mene go ya godimo. E ka dira gore batho ba se sa šoma gabotse le ka bokgoni mešomong goba sekolong. E ka dira le gore motho a ikamoge bophelo e se nako. Go na le diponagalo tše mmalwa tša go laetša kgatelelo ya monagano. Gantši batho ga ba sa ba le kgahlego ya go dira dilo tšeo di be di ba thabiša peleng. Ba ka thoma go kwa maikutlo a manyami goba ba thoma go tenega ka pela. Ditaetšo tše dingwe ke gore ga ba sa theeletša gabotse, ba phela ba ikwa okare ba na le phošo, ba phela ba lapile, ga ba na le tshepo ya bokamoso ebile ba nagana ka lehu la bona kgafetša. Ge o šetše o lemogile ditaetšo tše e ka ba gona o kgopela thušo go tšwa go batho ba maleba. O ka fiwa diokobatši goba wa išwa go motho yo o ka bolelago le yena ge o hloka go imologa. Ge o fiwa dihlare, go ya ka go re o legatong lefe, e go swara ga kae le gore o na le mengwaga ye mekae. Dinyakišišo tša sebjalebjale di šomiša matekwane le dienywa tše itšego go hwetša gore di ka alafa bolwetši bjo. Ge o ntše o enwa dihlare, o ka utolla gore gobaneng swerwe ke kgatelelo ya monagano. Mabaka a gore batho ba swarwe ke kgatelelo ya monagano a a fapana. Batho ba bantši ba utolla gore dilo tšeo di ba diragaletšego kgale tšeo ba be ba sa nagana selo ka tšona, ke tšona di ba imelago. E ka ba gore batswadi ba ile ba kgaogana goba motho o ile a bolela selo seo se go kgopišitšego. Bolwetši bjo bo ka hlolwa le ke selo seo o be o nagana gore ke se sennyane. Se se re bontšha gore o swanetše go ba le botho ka nako tšohle ka gore ga o ke o tseba ge motho a aparetšwe ke dinako tše boima. Le ge kgatelelo ya monagano e iphile maatla, re ka e fenya. Ga go re gore ge o swerwe ke kgatelelo ya monagano bophelo bo tlo fela. O swanetše go dio ba le kgotlelelo le maikemišetšo a go fola. Bagologolo ba re seo se sa felego se a hlola. Nonkululeko Skhosana, Kreiti 11 Gae!Mo pelo ya ka e fodilego Ke phafoša ke madi ge a kgabakgaba A nkgopotša gore letšatši le sa tšo hlaba Nako yona e fetile ya gore ke jo naba Ka mo le ka mo ke dikgomo Le tšona di nyorilwe di ya go thapiša megolo Basetsana, makgarebe le bomma ba bona ba sepela mmogo Ba ya mašemong go yo kga merogo Ba opela dikošana ba rwele dikgong godimo ga dihlogo Melodi e aparela ditsela masogana a felegetša dipudi Dikgogo le tšona di le gare di rasetša badudi Ge le sobela malapa a kopana E fedile nako ya go dira tša go fapafapana Ke iri ya go bea dikhupamarama tafoleng ka ge re tshepana Ka moragwana re dula mollong ra theeletša dinonwane Ntše re lomaloma ke ditšhotšhwane Tlou Ramotshela, Kreiti 11 Bothata bja KGAOTšO ya mohlagase Kgaotšo ya mohlagase e tlišitše bothata bjo bogolo nageng ya rena. Go na le batho ba e ka bago dimillion tše tshela bao ba sa kgonego go phela maphelo a bona go ya ka tlwaelo. Bana ba sekolo ba bothateng kudu ge go sena mohlagase ka ge dikolo tše dintši di šomiša theknolotši go ruta le go hlahloba barutwana. Gape bontši bja batho bo palelwa ke go fihla ka nako sekolong ka lebaka la diroboto tša go se šome. Go hlokega ga mohlagase go šitiša batho go ithuta bonolo ka magaeng. Go tša dikgwebong, bo rakgwebopotlana ba goga boima ka ge ba se na metšhene yeo e ka tšeago karolo ge go sena mohlagase go swana le solar ya letšatši. Ga ba swane le bo rakgwebokgoparara. Se se tlile go oketša hlokego ya mešomo, kudu go bafsa, mola hlokego ya mošomo ka Afrika Borwa e le tlhobaboroko. Mohlagase o fokotša bohodu malapeng le dikgwebong, gape o thuša ka polokego mebileng. Mohola wa mohlagase dipetleleng gona, ga re sa bolela! Rena bjale ka bana ba naga e, re ile go dira eng go lokiša seemo se? Didintle Monakgisi, Kreiti 10 Aisha Folaranmi, Grade 11 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 165
VIEWPOINT Sekolo sa gešo PHSG PHSG ke sekolo sa basetsana fela tikologong ya Tshwane. Ke sekolo sa barutwana bao ba lego mephatong ya go tloga go wa seswai go fihla go wa marematlou. Ke sekolo sa go ikgantšha ka barutwana, barutiši le bašomi ba sona. Ke sekolo sa go ipshina ka go raloka dipapadi tša mehutahuta ya go fapafapana bjale ka kgwele ya maoto. PHSG efa barutwana menyetla ye mentši bjale ka tše dingwe tša go swana le diterama, dingangišano, marimba le tše dingwe. Ngwaga le ngwana re ipshina ka diphadišano tša dipapadi le dikolo tše dingwe tša kgole le kgauswi gammogo le go phadišana ka se rena go ya ka dihlophana tša dintlo tšeo re abetšwego ka go tšona. Tšona ke tše lesome, ke Athlone, Aitken, Buxton, Clarendon, Connaught, Duncan, Gladstone, McWilliam, Selborne le Van Zyl. Go tša dithuto PHSG e di goga pele, e fa barutwana ba sona thuto ya maemo a godimo kudu. Barutwana letšatši ka letšatši ge sekolo se tšwele ba kgona go thuša bao ba šitwago ka diphapošing goba barutwana bao ba palelwago ke go kwešiša barutiši ba bona. O kgona gape go abelwa morutwana ka wena go go thuša fao o palelwago gona. Ge e le nna ke thabela ge ke kgona go dula ka gare ga diphapoši tša go bala, fao ke kgonago go dira mošomo waka wa sekolo pele ke leba gae. Ke tloga ke leboga le bokgobapuku bjoo re kgonago go hwetša tlhahlo go bjona. Ke leboga sekolo saka sa PHSG ka thuto ya sona. Ke opela koša ya sekolo se se phagamego sa PHSG ka boikgantšho. Basetsana Tshabangu, Kreiti 10 Theknolotši maphelong a rena Theknolotši ke mpho ye kgolo, ebile ke tlhobaboroko setšhabeng. Matseno a theknolotši lefaseng a fetotše maphelo a batho kudu. theknolotši e ama batho ka mekgwa ye mebotse. Theknolotši e dirile gore lefaseng leo re phelago go lona e be le le kaone go fetiša pele. Matšatšing a lehono theknolotši e tlwaelegile ka didirišwa tša go swana le di khomphutara le megala. Ke tšona di dirilego gore dithuto di fihlelele batho le setšhaba ka kakaretšo. Go ba gona ga inthanete go fetotše maphelo a batho moo go šiišago dinamana tša mmele. Tšhedimošo e menwaneng ya batho ruri. E dirile gore batho ba kgone go abelana dikakanyo gammogo le dikgokaganyo le batho methopong ya ditaba tša leago. Ka go bolela seo, theknolotši ruri ke tšhegofatšo setšhabeng. Re ka se ganetše bohlokwa bja theknolotši go feta le tšeo di šetšego di laeditšwe, efela go na le tše mpe tšeo di tlišwago ke theknolotši setšhabeng. Mohlala o mo tee e ka ba go itema kudu metšheneng, khomphutareng, megaleng tšeo di šitišago batho go phetha mešomo ya bona ka tshwanelo. Metšhene ya ditšweletšo e tlišitše tlala malapeng ka ge batho ba felelwa ke mešomo mo nageng yeo e nago le di palopalo tše dintši tša batho ba go hloka mešomo. Re ka ngangišana gape ka gore tšwelopele ya theknolotši e dira gore batho ba se hlwe ba inaganela ka ge ba tshepela go inthanete go dilo tše dintši, seo se amile baithuti le baswa kudu. Go feta moo, matseno a methopo ya ditaba le leago a file batho ba inthanete maatla a go tlaiša setšhaba, bomenetša le bohodu bja boitsebišo. Theknolotši e na le ditlamorago tše di botse le tše dimpe. Selo se tee ka nnete ke gore ga go moo e yago gona, batho ba swanetše go ithuta go phela ka yona ka tlhokomelo le maikarabelo a magolo. Ka mokgwa woo, setšhaba se tla holega , sa efoga go diriša theknolotši gampe le gona go bea bangwe kotsing. Tshepiso Matlou, Kreiti 10 Hannah Ngale Bandala, Grade 11 166 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
VIEWPOINT RéDACTIONS CRéATIVES Ma fille parfaite J’ai ouvert la porte De la maison J’ai vu la chaise blanche La table brune La télé noire Le tapis coloré J’ai vu les portraits de famille Qu’elle avait méthodiquement accrochés aux murs Toutes les choses préférées De ma fille parfaite Je suis entré dans sa chambre La chambre a peint sa teinte préférée de rose J’ai vu son lit Son lit aux draps fleuris J’ai passé mes mains le long de ses draps doux Draps presque aussi doux que les cheveux De ma fille parfaite J’ai couru dehors Incapable de rester plus longtemps à l’intérieur J’ai vu les meubles extérieurs Le banc en bois Le barbecue Les belles fleurs Le lilas De ma fille parfaite Et j’ai pleuré Parce que je savais que toutes ces choses qui me la rappelaient Ne me la ramèneraient jamais Daniella Lushamba, Classe 10 L'uniforme Je réveille et prépare mon café Je mange mon petite déjeuner et pense Je mettre dans uniforme Je suis très peur de quelque chose pour aujourd’hui Je mette le plastron de droiture Je mette les chaussures de volonté Je mette le bouclier de la foi Je me sens moins effrayé Je mette le casque du salut Sa parole sera mon épée et je laisserai toujours ma lumière. Avec le ceinture de vérité j’aborder ma journée sans crainte. Parce qu’il est avec moi et que je porte son armure Corli van Schalkwyk, Classe 10 Une fête d’anniversaire Plus que vingt-quatre heures Elle a fait les décorations Elle les a accrochés aux murs Certains panneaux étaient suspendus au toit D’autres étaient éparpillés sur le sol Elle a disposé les caises en cercles bien ordonnés Plus que dix-huit heures Elle a fait la nourriture Tout selon les goutes de sa fille Du gâteau au chocolat aux hamburgers en passant par les tartes au dessert Plus que douze heures Elle a vérifié la liste des invités Et s’est assurée que tout le monde devait encore arriver Plus que six heures Elle a déposé ses cadeaux d’anniversaire sur la table du diner avec le reste Et a aidé sa fille à enfiler ses habits du dimanche Elle était habillée pour impressionner Plus aucune heure à attendre Quand la fête fut terminée, la fille de sept ans Elle s’est cachée dans un coin sombre de sa chambre et s’est endormie en sanglotant Carle seul cadeau qu’elle voulait pour son anniversaire n’est jamais arrivé Il était trop loin, trop inconscient pour se souvenir de son anniversaire. Malebo Makhananisa, Classe 10 Marcelle Malan, Grade 11 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 167
ART OPENING OF THE ART CENTRE 168 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
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ART The Iris project started in 2003 initially as a term project for the Grade 11 painting learners. It was so well-executed by the girls that PHSG decided to select and frame some of the paintings to be hung in the school building. It was also decided that the Head Girl would also be given the opportunity to select one of the paintings for herself as a gift from the school in thanks for her service, which was the presented at the Grade 12 Awards. Since then the Grade 11 learners have had the honour of creating an artwork in any of the disciplines offered at PHSG for selection to the IRIS collection or for the Head Girl. In 2021 it was decided that Visual Art and Design learners from Grade 11 would submit designs to be used for sandblasting onto the glass windows at the top of the stairs to the Pavilion. The design chosen for the Pavilion was by Juin van Graan. The Head Girl selected another design by Mika Ben Ami that was converted into a glass artwork executed by an Old Girl, Sarah Begg at the TUT Glassblowing Studio. JA Greenberg Head of Subject: Visual Art and Design THE IRIS COLLECTION JA Greenberg Water colour by Caela Gomwe, Grade 11 170 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
ART ART - GRADE 8 Neo Gqirana Snokuhle Mbatha Mohau Malatji Isabella Swart Bontle Ramphele Lilitha Mnisi Gabrielle Hobson Divinne Mwaluta Khanyisile Khuzwayo Rea Shai Kakanyo Malebye Ofentse Kasonkola Dominique Feukeu Hlulani Moshobane Isobel Govender-Bateman Djesse Kamangu Thato Tseledi PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 171
ART - GRADE 9 ART Kgabane Mampye Kiara Mathabhik Gayatri Gupta Mokgadi Maake Keira Kennealy Khutso Sekhu Khune Xihluke Maluleke Amber Letcher Cherel Nyundu Isabelle Kasonga Rirhandzu Mahlule Kate Bravo Fell Juliana Niescior Warona Manoko Karolo Madiseng Amantle Ramodibe Lebogang Taunyane Phetho Mokoo Didintle Mogale Zizipho Kwinana Gayatri Gupta Harushni Naicker Brilliant Maleka Zhané Prins Tshego Mabula 172 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2022
ART ART - GRADE 10 Babokiwe Mpindiwa Melina Rapanos Gabi Stielau Caitlynn Ravell Amy Zondagh Leago Medupe Subeth Scheepers Reneilwe Modise Caitlynn Ravell Eulalia Couto Nyikiwe Shiluvane PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 173
ART - GRADE 11 ART Ipeleng Manyama Shay Steyn Lilitha Feni Rethabile Ramogale Hannah Ngale Bandala Elam Nkonzo Phoebe Naiker Kai Jüterbock Maia Loots Reatlegile Matjila Nhi Pham Karla von Brandis-Martini Nichola Peters Yolande Watts Courtney Kapnias Zoë Hawker Micheala Chama Heather Ten Krooden Marcelle Malan Eugene James Aisha Folaranmi Eugene James Pearl Chauke 174 The Iris PHSG 1902 - 2021
ART ART - GRADE 12 PHSG 1902 - 2022 The Iris 175 Darcy Bebbington Gülche Aksoy Khantsho Matle Hannah Venter Chanté Fourie Tatyana Plisic Keletso Sephiri Mika Benami Hannah Venter Christina Rapanos
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