The Iris Magazine 2021

CULTURE MUSIC

GRADE 12 MUSIC CONCERT

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FIRST AID

Sister Zietsman H O’Reilly
Organiser Organiser

Absent: Dineo Phahlane
First Row (L-R): Aimee Akom, Ashley Alimohammadi, Bowdene Pillay, Clara Sakaita, Danita Naicker
Second Row (L-R): Jesse Kettle, Kayleigh Tucker-Pampara, Kealeboga Molala, Kelebogile Madue, Kiyasha Pillay, Leanne Mazibuko,
Lerato Daly, Lianna Ash, Mackenzie Rimmell, Mary Anne Naude
Third Row (L-R): Matema Dhladhla, Megan Stroud, Mphoentle Mabena, Muaheeda Makola, Nashe Nyamkure, Nkateko Ntlhabyane,
Paris Nkwana, Rebecca-Ruth Pullen, Tirhani Maswanganyi, Tshiamo Molefe

LIBRARY

A Muller
Librarian

First Row (L-R): Amina Dossa, Carol Shoniwa, Kego Kau, Malaika Kamangu,
Mmarona Mabiletja, Neo Molekwa
Second Row (L-R): Neo Mothoa, Nime Soga, Nkateko Mkhonto,
Reneilwe Mathabathe, Ruva Chinamora, Suzie Holliday

We stayed open! steadily throughout the year. Thank you very much to the
The pandemic affected every activity at school, but in Library monitors who kept the service going with their
the Library the pleasure of reading and borrowing books loyalty and efficiency, and many thanks to our readers who
continued. We had procedures for keeping our readers support and enjoy what the Library has to offer.
safe, and our books clean. The book circulation went on A Muller

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MUSEUM

L Smit
Organiser

First Row (L-R): Anassi Holmes, Carlynn Adams, Erin Mokone, Gabriella da Luz
Second Row (L-R): Iphendulwe Buthelezi, Khanya Mgxanga, Koketso Nkadimeng, Mihlali Yebe,
Nkateko Ntlhabyane, Nondumiso Nkosi, Omolemo Maimela
Third Row (L-R): Onalerona Makgabo, Oprah Ndofirepi, Orapeleng Kodisang, Pheme Dingiswayo,
Reatile Motaung, Reobakile Mabuela, Tlhari Leshaba, Tshego Sehone

NEWSPAPER

M Ellis K du Toit
Organiser Organiser

First Row (L-R): Carmen-Che Ross, Courtney Gauld, Davida Mukadi Tshibola,
Emily Hawkes, Jasmine Beeforth, Jeadie Cilliers
Second Row (L-R): Leah Malan, Malaika Miteo, Mika Benami, Neha Singh,
Raeya du Plessis, Teagan Hawkes

A snippet of Snippets the Media Assistants team is home to the school
The year started off with the welcome of an enthusiastic photographers, videographers and the PRO prefects. During
group of journalists, ready to tackle the next big story. With the year, the team was proud to present the school's very
eyes wide open, pens in hand and cameras in our pockets, first documentary series, 'Mastery in Motion.'
we searched the school for stories to share. This year we The series highlights the programmes, initiatives and groups
truly embraced the theme, 'Thinking outside of the box.' of staff members that are integral to PHSG. Each video was
Being one of the very few clubs to be able to operate fully posted on the school Instagram page for all to enjoy.
during the pandemic, it was imperative that we produced All in all, 2021 - despite the hiccups caused by the pandemic
content that was both enriching and educational. The - was a successful year for the club. Every year we learn and
challenge was accepted by all our writers and each, in their grow. Our heartfelt gratitude extends to Ms Ellis and Mrs
own signature style of writing, painted pictures of PHSG: its du Toit whose compassion, guidance and support have been
history and the limited activities that were able to take place. our club's backbone. They have moulded us into
We transported our readers from the couch to the house independent writers who are always equipped for the next
assemblies online, the Olympiads and through the newly big scoop.
developed sites.
The newspaper club is part of a group of students who make Neha Singh
up the Media Assistants team. Aside from the journalists, Head of Newspaper

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Peer Counsellors

M Conway
Organiser

First Row (L-R): Amy Modiselle, Amy Roux, Carly Madiba
Second Row (L-R): Ciéra Pietersen, Emma Currin, Gao Mahlakoana, Gomolemo Sefoka, Iviwe Mabandla,
Jody Peters, Keagile Tlhabanelo, Kgothatso Kekana
Third Row (L-R): Koketso Matlou, Mpho Sempe, Nashe Nyamkure, Nomzamo Katsande, Olerato Kgotle,
Omolemo Maimela, Palesa Ntho, Paris Mehlape
Fourth Row (L-R): Pheme Dingiswayo, Preena Devchand, Rayna Ramrabbie, Ruva Chinamora,
Tanya Mungofa, Tayla Bolleurs, Tirhani Maswanganyi, Yanila Makhudu

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TUTOR LEARNER COUNCIL

L Eyssell
Organiser

First Row (L-R): Amy Modiselle, Amy Roux, Ashley Alimohammadi
Second Row (L-R): Ayanda Mashilo, Carly Madiba, Clara Sakaita, Courtney Robbeson, Damola Adeyemo, Demira Govender
Third Row (L-R): Dimpho Sefora, Elizabeth Sdralis, Erica Ramano, Faith Khumalo, Genevieve Ngarize, Grace Bvuma,
Hannah Rabie, Itohan Zulu
Fourth Row (L-R): Kele Madue, Khumisho Ntlatlane, Khumo Magoro, Lara Wardle, Lesedi Makobe, Malaika Kamangu,
Megan Logan, Meron Fanna
Fifth Row (L-R): Micaela Visser, Milena de Sousa, Mohapi Khotsa, Moonisah Valley, Onalerona Makgabo, Palesa Motsemme,
Palesa Riba, Payal Harrikaran
Sixth Row (L-R): Preena Devchand, Refiloe Chaisi, Rorisang Mphatsoe, Shreeya Thakur Mewalal, Simntu Kolisa,
Thandeka Dlamini, Thandiswa Dlamini, Yanila Makhudu

Peer tutoring is a service delivered by fellow students who to run strong. Many girls applied and received assistance
seek to help other girls reach their full potential in throughout the year and we would like to thank them for
academics. In the chaos of Covid-19, it is easy to lose sight having faith in us and placing their academic success into
of the goals we set out to reach as a committee, which is our capable hands.
why, this year we decided to create our very own mission, This all would not be possible without Mrs Essyell, who
vision and set of values. supported and provided us with all we needed to run a
Our vision is to ensure that the girls live in hope of successful service, to whom we would like to say thank you.
achieving academic excellence, which goes hand-in-hand Our service continues to run in room 54 and 55, from
with our mission which states, “Tutors of Pretoria High Monday to Thursday for all three sessions, which were
School for Girls strive to deliver their service in a way that changed into two due to Covid-19. In these rooms tutors
will unlock understanding where it was lacking before.” In will be found waiting to assist all who walk through our
doing this all, we are guided by our core values of doors.
selflessness, integrity, honesty and respect. In order to We find joy and comfort in the knowledge that we were able
split duties more evenly this year, we introduced heads of to make a difference in one‘s life.
subjects who oversee the other tutors who are tutoring that
particular subject. Dimpho Sefora
Amidst all the ups-and-downs of this year, we were able Head of Peer Tutoring

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OLD GIRLS' ASSOCIATION

The year 2021 has again been a challenging Centre, this being the first function since the
year for both the school and OGA, with Reunion in 2019.
Covid-19. I am standing down as Chairlady of the OGA.
The OGA was only able to host two meetings I have thoroughly enjoyed my four years as
this year, these being in the last two months. Chairlady but feel it is time for change and for
However, the committee have kept in the younger generation to go forward with
contact via social media. new ideas.

Due to Covid-19 and all the social gathering, I would like to thank my committee for all
and social distancing restrictions we have their hard work and commitment to both
again been unable to host a reunion. We PHSG and the OGA. Without them it would
hope to have a combined reunion in 2022, not have been possible. A special thank you to
this promises to be a very special one as it is Alison for always stepping up when needed.
the school's 120th Birthday in October 2022. I would like to congratulate the new
There are still a few Covid-19 bears which Chairperson, Nicole Trollip, and wish her all
are for sale online. We are very grateful to the best in her new position.
Mrs Selby for all the work she does for the OGA as she is not I would like to congratulate Mrs Erasmus and her staff for
an old girl, but the mother of one. their dedication to the running of the school and all their
Our secretary, Alison Cowan, has been updating Alumnet hard work in keeping up the high standard of teaching during
and the Facebook account on a regular basis, keeping us lockdown.
informed of the activities at PHSG.
We hosted an Appreciation Cocktail function at the new Art R Spruyt
Chairlady of PHSG OGA

PA FAREWELL

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GRADE 8 ORIENTATION

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GRADE 8 SEEDBANK CEREMONY

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GRADE 8 COMMENCEMENT

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GR 10 & 11 VISUAL ART

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GR 12 ART EXHIBITION

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GR 10 DESIGN EXHIBITION

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GR 11 DESIGN EXHIBition

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CHARITIES

FLIP FLOP DAY

WALK FOR ACCESS

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HERITAGE DAY

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ENGLISH CREATIVE WRITING

Looking back brother. It's not as though there is some distinct thing
he has the ability to apologise for. How do you begin to
When I was four years old my brother tripped and apologise for breaking someone apart before either of
cracked his skull and he needed to get it stapled back you knew any better?
together. When I had just turned six, he fell off a I know that it's not his fault, that he does not do it on
diving block and cracked his tooth. He swam to the purpose. It's just how he is and he's grown up
bottom of the pool to retrieve the rest of his tooth knowing that he's all that. In a twisted way I could
and my mother thought he had drowned. I was eight probably thank him because growing up in a world
years old when he cut his leg right open, straight to darkened by his shadow, I am who I've worked to
the bone. My brother is far from clumsy, and yet in the become. My relationship with my brother has
chaos of him growing up, I somehow got thrown into disappointed me over and over again but I've been
the forgotten shadow of everything he's done. trying to prove myself to myself my whole life, and I
I've been told that he's a pretty great guy, that he's have yet to be let down.
smart, respectful and treats everyone right. His friends Suzie Holliday, Grade 12
tell me he's funny but I'm not fond of them and his
jokes make me uncomfortable. When I look at him READING
or I hear my parents praising him, I am hit with such
strong waves of envy that it feels as though my knees The greatest gift to the human imagination.
might give in because all I see when I look at him, I had read into the early hours of the morning. My
is the childhood that I deserved to have as well. The room was enveloped in darkness, yet a soft glow
childhood filled with gentle words and soft pats on the emerged from under my duvet – a glow that
back. Instead I'm pretty sure that I got the short end of simbolised the growth of imagination and innocent
the stick: if I climbed a tree a little too high, I just had rebellion. By torch light, I read about the Secret Seven
to find my way down, "You come down the way you discovering and underground network of hidden
got up!” my dad would tell me as I stared at him tunnels; hobbits that went on adventures and met
teary-eyed and scared. My collection of cuts and strange and wonderful creatures and wizards in
bruises all had to be kissed better by me. The reality faraway lands that conjured up all sorts of magical
is that there was never anything wrong with me and, incantations. I would lose myself entirely in a world of
instead, my brother was so dramatic that sometimes black and white pages that somehow managed to fill
my mind wih unimaginable colour. Little did I know
Khensani Maringa, Grade 11 I had discovered the gift of reading just in time, for it
my parents would forget that I had fallen that day too. was not long after that the digital age was born.
I don’t hate my brother, not even a little bit. But I do Technological devices: strong screens that light up and
hold many years of pent-up resentment in my heart. seem to completely suck one out of reality. The power
My parents did their best and my mom is a wonderful that these screens wield over the human race is equally
woman. They raised me with values and morals, but terrifying and fascinating in measure. Strangest of all
I've realised that I'll never get an apology from my is the obsession that children seem to have with these
devices. Society points a sad portrait in which
innumerable childhoods have been lost to modern
technology. So many children will never know the
simple and fragile joys of reading – the thrill that
comes with staying up past your bedtime because a
book is simply too good to be put down. Imagination
and creativity define a childhood, yet online media
has eradicated any need for that. Rather than being
forced to create their own entertainment, children can
be plonked in front of a screen and have that done for
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thank for the vast majority of my knowledge,
imagination and passions. Those simple and THE BLUE EYE
illuminating moments spent reading in subterfuge
under my blankets sparked a lifelong passion for PRESENT DAY
reading that has both prepared me for reality and help I look out through the thin slit in the wall of the
me escape from it. It saddens me to know that the abandoned room in which I am being held captive.
modern generations of children will never have tasted South African sands swirl and vultures prowl in the
the glorious sweetness that comes with the thrill of stormy sky above. The symbols of danger, destruction
reading a riveting story, or befriending the and death. A kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions
characters in their latest novel. This realisation race through my mind:
illustrates a harsh reality in which the digital age is
taking over, yet makes me ever so thankful that I The tape of terror, shame, horror, fear of
myself was blessed by a childhood of reading. stigmatisation and discrimination is slapped across my
Consider this image: stacks of books littering a bedside mouth to silence me and swallow my cries, leaving me
table, and now consider the image of a device being with the deafening silence of my unheard scream.
shoved into a child’s hands, a child too young even to My hands and legs are shackled to the chains of
walk. The contrast could not be more stark. My hope, injustice, oppression and inequality, whilst those present
above all else, is that society will rediscover the gift of turn a blind eye as if there is nothing macabre about
reading, and the countless blessings that come with it. what they have just heard curdle the bloodstream.
A childhood should not be deprived of the imaginary I struggle ferociously against all that has captured me,
and fantastical stories concealed within the pages of but no amount of determination on my part can do
a book. By simply encouraging a child to put their anything to alter the harsh actions and beliefs of those
device down and pick up a book, one would be doing who have no wish to change their ways.
them the greatest favour. A generation raised by So I brace myself, as I think of all the women and girls
enlightenment gained from books will be a who were abused today. Wondering what they did
beautiful, productive and imaginative thing. I can wrong as each one kneels down and, for mercy prays.
already envision it – an entire generation huddled
under their duvets, reading of glorious adventures and I wait with excruciating anticipation for what I already
feeding their minds with an invaluable understanding know is coming, as I hear the gleeful whistle of the
of what it means to be human, and what it means to be whip sailing through the air and landing unforgivingly
alive. on my back. Once, twice, three times… and then the
Rozanna Queiros, Grade 12 blood begins to flow in rivulets, like the tears of all
those women who are being harassed and violated at
this very second. My wounds sizzle with pain, like
Ayanda Tshabalala, Grade 11 the agonizing memories, burned into the minds of all
those young innocents who were tossed around.

Slowly, I retreat into the merciful darkness of my
mind. My last comprehensible thought, before I
dissolve into a state of blissful unawareness, is that
these terrible wounds will leave permanent scars
which will forever stay with me. I know that I am
suffering from horrific flashbacks due to my
insufferable current situation. People say that scars tell
the stories of our lives. My scars tell this story of my
past and how I got here.

FLASHBACK
I was born into a civilization, a society advanced in
so many ways, yet so primitive in its biased ideologies
and philosophies. I do not have a name - when a girl
is born, she is considered an object; a chattel; a
possession not worthy of being named. From
childhood we toiled and were taught always to remain
silent and obedient; never being allowed to express
our thoughts, views or opinions. Never being allowed
to display emotion nor challenge the system dictating
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I am drawn back to the present by the desert in my
question the morality of the system, or the throat. My lips are cracked. My body is encrusted with
consequences would be dire. I, however, did not blood. My unintelligible screams echo mockingly in
conform to society’s norms and paid dearly for it. my head even though my mouth has ceased to make
After watching my fellow sisters being beaten; a sound. One of my eyes is swollen shut and turning
emotionally; psychologically and physically abused; an angry shade of blue; a gash is snaking over it and
deprived of any and every opportunity to develop arching over my cheekbone. I look around through my
themselves and break out of the toxic cycle; and still remaining eye at the emptiness and nothingness of the
being told it was their fault, I decided enough was life that now envelops me, a life that in a normal and
enough! equal society could have been blazing with hope and
Other lands say that our society is enduring two possibilities.
pandemics, one even deadlier than the Coronavirus. During my time of sweet innocence and naivety, I
They call it Gender-Based Violence. Quite a fancy believed the breathtaking radiance of my youth would
term, but what are words without immediate, rigorous be enough to save me. The harsh reality of my world
action? I could not, would not stay silent any longer. says otherwise. With half of my sight lost, scars
I began to speak up; speak out. I began to expose the marring my skin and shattered teeth displaying a
traumatic tyranny we experienced and let the world nightmarish, humourless smile, I begin to wonder
know the truth. I began to raise a rebellion to fight for whether I have any value anymore. Am I even worthy
promising and unprejudiced futures of all women … of holding onto the most precious gift of all - life?
and it cost me mine! For I am stuck with one eye which sees only the bleak
In an attempt to silence me, I was captured by and desolate future that awaits me. And the other
members of my community who supported being a blind, blue eye that cannot see anything that is
patriarchal, societal norms, and sold into the perverted in front of me. All it can see is the darkness and
web of human trafficking. The link between human flashbacks of the suffering of the past, all the
trafficking and gender-based violence is not always memories of every single victim. The deadly pandemic
recognised. I know that I am not the only one finding is the fancy term called ‘Gender-Based Violence’!
myself in this situation. Many girls before me, who
attempted to raise an uprising, were sold into Tazkia Mahomed Ismail, Grade 11
unspeakable trades, suffering and servitude to enforce
their silence. They were never seen nor heard from
ever again. It is easy to sell someone into human Jemma Labuschagne, Grade 12
trafficking when you view them as an inferior
plaything, a mere piece of property. Down comes the rain
So it was the case with me. I was sold without
hesitation nor conscience, illegally transported across “Summer, I’m really tired. Can’t we just take five
numerous borders before being auctioned to my minutes to rest?” Rain asked. The twin hikers had been
current captors in a twisted form of Ukuthwala (the travelling along the rocky mountain side for several
abduction of young girls or women by a man and his hours, while the agonising heat seemed to cook them
peers in order to endorse marriage negotiations with alive.
the woman's family). However, instead of acquiring “It’s not that! Come on, you just need to power
permission, I was forcefully married to someone who through it,” Summer replied, even though they, too,
imprisoned and tortured me to teach me a lesson for felt it would benefit them to take a small break.
my disobedience, to make an example of me and to
repress the revolution we worked so hard to ignite. I
am now a child bride to a man who wishes to kill me
for challenging him and the patriarchal system. I do
not think I will make it out of here alive.
By telling my story, I can only hope it will serve as a
challenge for people to change their outlook. It is not
the “inferiority of being female,” but the inferiority of
the ignorant mindset, that oppresses us.
SO NO, I MAY NOT HAVE A NAME BUT I
REPRESENT A CAUSE OF UNIVERSAL WOMEN!

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that once Rain sits down, it becomes an impossible suffocating, while the dazzling sun erased the shadows
task (not unlike those of Hercules) to get them back of hurt from our hearts. Dancing the evening away,
up. surrounded by those as in awe of the luxury their
“Fine. But if I die from overexposure to the sun, I’m beauty offered them as ourselves, proved to be easy.
going to kill you,” Rain chuckled, and begrudgingly It was easy to be blinded by the beauty of the world
heaved themselves forward, one step at a time. Their when we couldn’t understand it. Oscar Wilde tells us:
face turned a blistering red once they saw Summer “Real beauty ends where an intellectual expression
leaping over a sizable crack in pathway. begins”. I have seen the cruelty of fleeting youth,
“Don’t tell me I have to jump like a ballerina over this experienced the pain of my body failing me- feeling
freaky canyon, please, Summer.” Summer, whose face trapped in a decaying corpse. I have seen the twisted
was slick with sweat, turned their head towards their humour behind the fragility of beauty, and how easily
sibling, and offered to help Rain cross over.
“Don’t worry, if you die, I’ll make sure that Dad uses Khutso Malaka, Grade 12
the right pronouns in his eulogy.” Rain bit back a something is discarded after its beauty has been
sarcastic response, even if they felt it would be broken.
completely deserved. The cost of this understanding has robbed me beyond
Summer and Rain’s hands gripped as tight as their comprehension. The wisdom I was so eager to gain has
waning physical strength would allow them to. Rain’s gouged its claws into my body and left me coldly
slight hesitation before jumping across a dizzying empty inside. Its tendrils have burrowed deep lines
break in the path of the mountain trail may very well into my skin and stolen away my youthful optimism.
have ignited the spark that set off the next few The weight of my knowledge has left my muscles
moments in rapid-fire succession. First, a slip of the hanging from my bones in danger of falling off.
fingers, partly caused by the unfortunate amount of It is as I am leaving this world that I truly understand
sweat coating Summer’s hands. the value we place on beauty. It takes nothing to see
Next, Rain’s foot not quite making it to the other side, the harmony in something beautiful, but to truly
only barely touching the edge of the rock; yet it still understand it, one has to look beyond shape, colour
being enough to break off a small chunk from under and form. We worship all things beautiful because they
their foot. represent the inevitability of ugliness soon to follow.
A horrified espression of realization struck them both, It is the embodiment of the end to the one thing every
just as Summer’s hand completely fell out of Rain’s. living creature truly desires… to live. Is it not true that
Their screams tangling into a bloodcurling symphony, death lies at the end of every life?
accompanied by the sound of Rain’s body bruising the It was only after I departed this cruel world of deceit
rockside, further breaking the mountain apart. and lies that I knew right away of a phrase to best
A last, the dull chord of a broken corpse, striking the describe my discoveries. In an abandoned library,
ground below. Sobs trickling out of Summer and probably at the top of a dusty shelf filled with forgotten
echoing all the way down, like Rain. books containing the revelations of Donna Tart stands:
“Genuine beauty is rarely soft and consolatory. Quite
Eugene James, Grade 10 the contrary. It is often quite alarming”.
Kayla Maree, Grade 12


Time tells all

I lie awake in the early hours of the morning in an
empty room that seems as old and exhausted as I am.
The dull colours seem to breathe monotony and will
me to look back on the days when my skin did not sag,
my blue veins did not protrude from my body and my
breath flowed easily.
In youth the world seemed content to drown us with
its enormity. In our blissfully ignorant state colours
seemed never to dull. The fiery reds of passion
intoxicated us; the icy blue of mournful days felt

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Afrikaans stelwerk

DIE OOMBLIK VAN WAARHEID teen die aarde en hulself. Hulle moet besef dat hulle
‘n onreg doen en om vergifnis vra hiervoor, anders sal
Voetstappe! Hulle kom nader. Soos’n honger leeu wat dit te laat wees. Ek kan vir hulle help. Ek kan Moeder
sy prooi stadig bekruip. Die vrees slaan my soos ‘n Aarde net soos ons land te vore was, maak –
rotsvuis. Nee, NEE! Bedaar. Ek sukkel om suurstof in blommeryk, met skoon vars lug, eenheid, vrede en
my longe te kry. Wie het geweet ‘n mens kan vergeet breë glimlaggies. Die vlam van ons nalatenskap moet
hoe om asem te haal. Die skaduwees bespot my lag- aanhou brand. Ek weet nou presies wat ek moet doen!
gend. Die maan kyk sadisties na my. Selfs die sterre ‘n Geluid bring my tot my sinne en ruk my uit die
kruip agter die donker nag weg, want hulle weet iets diep gedagtes waarin ek was. Die voetstappe het my
onheilspellend gaan gebeur. Ek hoor die gerammel van uiteindelik bereik. Ek kyk op en soos blits trek iets my
sleutels aan die anderkant van my ‘tronk’. Die deur trek aandag. Die geweer in die houer. Ek beraam ‘n plan
oop…
Jy wonder seker wie ek is en waarvan ek praat. Laat ek Amy Marshall, Grade 12
maar die geheim verklap. Ek is die enigste oorlewende in my kop om te ontsnap. Dis nou of nooit, lewe of die
mens uit my stam van ‘n land ver weg. ‘n Land sonder dood! Impulsief spring ek op en gryp die geweer. Aha!
oorloë, armoede en misdaad. ‘n Land waarvan amper Nou het ek die oorhand. Die wapen voel vreemd in
niemand bewus is nie. Niemand behalwe die ban- hand – amper verkeerd. Ek vermy die
diete wat ons gevind het en ons land vernietig het nie. bollemakiesies in my magie. My hart maak die klop-
Hulle het elke liewe siel behalwe ek vermoor, en my geluid van ‘doef ’ ‘doef ’ ‘doef ’ en dit klink asof dit teen
as gevangene saam na hulle wêreld teruggevat. Hulle die vier mure weergalm. Ek bekyk die monster voor
noem hierdie wêreld ‘Moeder Aarde’. Ek moet sê, ek my. Met ‘n vreesaanjaende gevoel is ek doodseker net
hou nie van julle wêreld nie. Dis net vol hartseer, trane, een van ons lewendig hier uitstap.
geweld en gierigheid. En daardie skreeusnaakse ding “Hande hoog in die lug, waar ek hulle kan sien!”.
wat hulle Tiktok noem. “Moenie eers probeer om iets onverwags of waaghalsig
Die meeste van die koerantartikels is vol stories wat te doen nie!” “Ek sal nie huiwer om die sneller te trek
‘n mens of hartseer of kwaad sal maak. Dis ‘n wêreld nie!” Die woorde is uit my mond voor ek dit kan keer.
sonder morele waardes, waarin mense nooit verant- Dit skok my. Tyd staan stil. Dis nie hoe ek
woordelikheid vir hul dade neem nie. Die aardlinge grootgemaak is nie. Dis nie hoe ons in my land geleef
het hulle geestelike pad verloor en is heeltemal het nie. Ons het alles vreedsaam onderhandel. Geweld
verward. Prioriteite is opgemors en valse of opper- is nie die oplossing nie. Maar in hierdie oomblik van
vlakkige idees van perfeksie is aan die orde van die dag benoudheid, in hierdie wêreld, is dit beslis die enigste
beskou. In alle rigtings, so ver as wat die oë kan sien… uitweg.
heers swaarkry, bloed en pyn. Ja! daar is die geringste Wie is ek? Die werklikheid van my verknorsing tref
van geluk, ‘n bietjie vrolikheid en af en toe die my soos ‘n lorrie. Ek moet iets vining doen voordat
geskater van ‘n paar. ‘n Donkerwolk hang oor alles. hierdie monster se maats begryp wat aan die gang is.
Wees gewaarsku, die storm is nog op pad. Ag nee! Wat word ek? As ek die monster vermoor is ek
Ek weet nie hoekom hulle my saam na hierdie plek toe
gebring het nie. Dalk het hulle my as ‘n vreemde spesie
wat in ‘n laboratorium bestudeer moet word gesien.
Wil hulle my verkoop, of as gevangene hou? Hieroor
is ek in die duister maar redenering maak nou nie
veel saak nie. Daar is net een ding waarop my gemoed
sonder twyfel tot rus gekom het. Ek moet ontsnap. Ek
moet van hierdie donker plek wegkom en terug na
die lig keer, sodat ek ons lewenswyse met die mense
van die aarde kan deel. Die einste mense wat Vryheid
en geregtigheid preek, maar eintlik moordenaars is.
Moordenaars van Moeder Aarde. Hulle pleeg sonde

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net soos die aardlinge. As ek die geweer neersit, staar VIEWPOINT
die dood my in die oë. Wat moet ek doen?
Sal ek die sneller trek? Hierdie, IS DIE OOMBLIK Veani Smit, Grade 12
VAN WAARHEID …. Hoe minder vleis mens eet, hoe minder diere word
Tazkia Mahomed Ismail, Graad 11 geslag. Hoe minder diere geslag word, hoe minder
land word vir hulle gebruik. Hoe minder land gebruik
word, hoe minder bome word verwyder. Alhoewel
As skoolbanke kon sommiges sê dat ‘n vegetariese leefstyl ongesond is, is
praat… dit heeltemal onwaar. Mense is gebou soos herbivore
en met die regte kosse kan jy al jou nodige
As skoolbanke kon praat sal hulle nooit ophou nie! voedingstowwe inkry.
Hulle sal stories vertel wat nie enige persoon aan kan Almal ken die stelling, “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle”, maar
dink nie. min mense implementeer dit in hulle daaglikse lewens.
Die banke sal vir ons vertel hoe mans in die 1830s Elke huishouding behoort ‘n herwinningsasblik te hê
gereageer het toe hulle hoor vrouens gaan saam met vir glas, plastiek, papier en blikkies. Daar is verskeie
hulle begin skool toe gaan. Hulle sal vir ons drama kan organisasies wat hierdie herwinbare materiaal by
vertel soos toe Anna van Leon gehou het, maar Marie mense se huise sal kom afhaal. Een persoon se
was jaloers, want sy het eerste van hom gehou. herwinning kan daagliks tot 20ℓ water spaar.
Hierdie banke sal vir ons kan vertel hoe opgewonde Ons moet almal verantwoordelike kopers wees. Ken
almal was in 1952 toe die eerste televisie uitgekom het. jou produkte! Vra jouself: “Waar is dit gemaak? Hoe
Nie baie lank daarna nie sal ons hoor hoe Sarie vir en waarmee is dit gemaak? Wie het dit gemaak?” Soek
Amanda vertel het van die nuwe selfoon wat sy so pas maatskappye op en vermy hulle as hulle sleg vir die
gekry het en al die verskillende funksies wat dit het. natuur is. As almal dink oor wát hulle koop, kan ons
Het jy al ooit gewonder hoe mense gevoel het kinderarbeid met 56% afbring. Materiale en water
gedurende die oproer tydens Apartheid? Dis ‘n storie word gespaar en maatskappye sal meer
wat dae sal vat om na te luister, want daar is so baie verantwoordelik begin vervaardig.
onderwerpe wat daarby aansluit. Op al hierdie maniere kan ons saam ‘n groen en
My skoolbanke sal vir my stories vertel van hoe die gesonde wêreld aan die volgende geslag nalaat.
meisies vir Mev. Oertel probeer omkoop het met Juin van Graan, Graad 11
‘Coca Cola’ as hulle vergeet het om hulle huiswerk te
doen. Hulle sal vir my sê hoe almal gekla het toe hulle
uitvind hulle sal dadelik detensie kry as hulle nie hulle
naamplaatjie dra nie. Dalk, as ek mooi vra, sal hulle vir
my snaakse stories kan vertel van toe my ma selfs hier
was.
As skoolbanke kon praat, sal ek hoop dat hulle net nie
al my geheime vir die wêreld vertel nie.
Michaela Wade, Graad 11

Die mens se
verantwoordelikheid
teenoor die natuur

Baie mense glo dat hulle nie self ‘n impak op die aarde
se agteruitgang kan maak nie. Dit is onwaar! Met slim
diëte, herwinning en verantwoordelike koopkeuses
kan elke mens ‘n impak op die natuur maak.
‘n Vegetariese dieet is wonderlik vir die aarde. Selfs
net die minder eet van vleis, kan ‘n groot verskil maak.

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DINGWALWANA TšA SEPEDI

Di tšwele dipoele tša Mokete wa taelano wa
marematlou barutwana ba marematlou

Mathomong a ngwaga wo o fetilego batswadi ba rile Ka mokgwa wo ke bego ke ekwa bose ka gona ke be ke
go nna ba re “kodumela moepathuse, ga go na lehumo sa tsebe gore ke dire eng. Ke be ke thabile gomme re
le tšwang kgauswi.” Ke be dira marematlou. Ke šoma keteka gore re fihlile mafelelong. Barutwana ka moka
ka maatla, ke dira mošomo wa ka wa sekolo tšatši ka ba be ba apere diaparo tša bona tšeo ba di ratago. Ke
tšatši, ke botšiša dipotšišo mo ke sa kwešišego. Ke be re re be re tšhepile, re swanelwa bjalo ka barutiši.
ke ngwala ka bothakga gomme ke bala kudu. Seo ke Banenyane le bašemane ba be ba tlišwa ka difatanaga
bego ke se nyaka ke go atlega, ke hwetša dihlora tše tša maemo, re sepela mmetseng o mohubedu.
šupa. Ke šomile ka maatla ka ge ke nyaka go thabiša Dijo tšona re be re apeetšwe tša maemo a godimo
batswadi le gore bokamoso bja ka bo phadime. tša go jewa ka thipa le foroko. Re be re eja re fela re
Bjale dipoele tša ngwago wo o fetilego tša enwa dinomaphodi. Seo se dirilego gore ke ipshine le
marematlou di tšwele. Ke thabile kudukudu ka gobane go feta, ke ka mokgwa wo barutiši ba be ba re swere
ke tšweletše ka dihlora tše šupa. Bjale nka kgona go ka gona bjala ka batho ba maemo. Ka nnete re be re
tsena yunibesithing ya Witswatersrand go ithutela swerwe segoši.
bongaka. Batswadi le lapa ka moka ba thabile go feta Ke rile ke sa keteka morutiši waka a mpitša a re ke
nna, ba ikgantšha ka gore ngwana wa bona o atlegile laele barutwana ka mantšu a mabedi a mararo. Ke
dithutong. Gona bjale ba nthuša gore ke itokišetše go tlogile ke bolela bjalo ka morutiši ka gobane
ya yunibesithing. barutwana ka moka ba ile ba mpha tsebe ba theeletša
Go atlega gaka go marematlou go butše mabati a ka moka ba rata seo ke bego ke se bolelela. Ke boditše
barutwana gore lefase ga le na la mo tloga pele. Go na
Leanne Mazibuko, Grade 11 le batho bao ba thomilego pele ga rena fela letšatši le
mantši gomme ke hweditše monyetla wa go phetagatša lengwe re tla swana le bona. Le ge e le gore mafelelong
ditoro tšaka. Ge nka hwetša tikiri nka kgona go ba a ngwaga re swanetše go gopola gore bophelo bjona
ngaka, ke šome ebile ke ikemele ka maoto a mabedi, ke bo tšwela pele. Go sa tlo ba boima efela re swanetše
ikagele bophelo bjaka. go kgotlelela re kodumele ka ge go se lehumo leo le
Go šoma ka maatla go tloga go nthušitše e le ruri. tšwago kgauswi. Baswana ba boletše ba re kgotlelelo e
Sepedi se re kgomo go tšošwa ye itsošago. Ge o nyaka tswala katlego.
bokamoso bjo bo phadimago o swanetše o ikemišetše Mafelelong re ile ra fiwa dimpho ka moka. Ke re ge re
go šoma. O tla hwetša dinaledi tša gago! phatlalala ke be ke sa tsebe gore ke lle goba ke re šatee.
Masingoaneng Tlale, Kreiti 12 Efela ka ruma ka gore se se sa felego se a hlola.
Khumisho Ntlatlane, Kreiti 12

Letšatši leo nka se le lebale

E be e le matšatši a mabedi pele ga go kgaola
ngwaga. Bomma ba ile ba laela gore ba gopotše go
kgaola ngwaga le bomalome kua Lebowakgomo.
Ka gae go be go šetše bana fela. Go be go šetše sesi,
nna le bana ba gešo ba bararo. Sesi o be a na le
mahlale kudu a phela mekgotheng. Bana le bona ba be
ba longwa ke go dula ka gae ka ge ba bona tšeo sesi a
di dirago. Ge e le nna ke be ke rata go itulela ka ntle ke
nagana diphetogo tša ngwaga wo o latelago.

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ngwaga. Dimpša tša mmušo di ile tša nketela. le mo tate a lego gona o re lebeletše. Sa rena ke go
Maphodisa a ile a mpotša gore ge sesi a ka rotoga le kodumela, re šome ka maatla. Moya wa tate o robale
lesoganatsoko ke ba tsebiše kapela. ka khutšo. Re tla dula re mo rata ge le hlaba le ge le
Bana bešo ba ile ba boya gomme ra itokišetša go ya go sobela
kgaola ngwaga kerekeng. Ge re etšwa ke ge eke letšatši Omolemo Maimela, Kreiti 11
ke kgale le tshetše kgomo mokokotlo. E se kgale re
tšwele ra gahlana le sesi a thekesela le lesogana le leso Manyalo
la tšitširipa. Ke ile ka gopola ka pela gore ke lesogana
leo maphodisa a lego mohlaleng wa lona. Ba re šatee! Yo a sa rego šatee o a duma. O duma dilo
Nna le bana bagešo re ile ra fetela kerekeng. Ke ile ka tša bangwe.
kgorametša sefahlego sa go nwelela ka lethabo gore Lehono ke tlo le botša ka phapano magareng ga
batho ka kerekeng ba se lemoge gore megopolo yaka e lenyalo la setšo le la semolao. E reng ke thomeng ka
a kitima. Menagano e be e kitimišwa ke gore lesogana go bolela ka lenyalo la setšo. Ka setšo ge lesogana le
leo le sepelago le sesi okare ke a le elelwa. Ke gopotše apišitše lekgarebe, le romela bomalome le bo rakgadi
ka pela gore ke kwele ditabeng bare ke sekebekwa se gabo lekgarebe. Ge ba fihla ba kgopela sego sa meetse.
segolo kua GaMasemola. Ba gabo lekgarebe ba botšiša lekgarebe gore o tsebana
Ge re le gare re opela ka kerekeng, ke makala ke le lesogana leo naa? Ge a dumetše ba thoma go
biletšwa ka ntle. Ke ile ka ba le maseme a gore go na rerišana ka tša magadi ba botšiša ka seroto. Ba ga
le seo se diragetšego. Molaetša e be e le gore lesogana mosadi ba ba botša gore ba nyaka dikgomo tše itšego
lela la sekebekwa le amogile sesi bophelo. Ke ile ka ba ba botša le letšatšikgwedi leo ba swanetšego go boa
šulelwa ke dilo kamoka. ka lona.
Carly Madiba, Kreiti 11 Ge babo mokgonyana ba sa emetše letšatšikgwedi, ba
kgatla maswika ba kgobokantšha le matšwela. Ka tšatši
Nka se tsoge ke lebetše la magadi ba bo mokgonyana ba tla ba gapa dikgomo
ba hlaba e tee gabo ngwetši. Ba tliša le dimpho tše
Bophelo ke mpho ye e tšwago go Modimo. Re dingwe go akaretša le dikobo le jase tša matswale le
swanetše ge re tsoga re leboge Ramasedi ka gore ga se ratswale. Go ba le lengwalo leo le saenwago ke babo
ba bantši ba ba tsogago moya o sa le nameng. Ye ke mokgonyana le babo ngwetše e le bohlatse bja gore ba
therešo ya go kweša bohloko. phethelane bjang. Babo monna ba tšea setho sa kgomo
Nka se tsoge ke lebetše bohloko bjo ke bo kwelego yeo e hlabilwego gore ba gomele morago le sona.
morago ga go lahlegelwa ke tate. Go bile boima go Ngwetše e apara diaparo tša setšo go swana le ele le
nna go amogela go loba motho yoo ke bego ke tsoga le tuku ya yona. Ge a itokišitše, o tšwela ka ntle a hlakana
yena ka mehla. Lehu ke selo seo o ka se se thibelego. le mokgonyana ba ba tšhatiša. Ge ba tšhatile, ba dula
Modimo o re amoga seo le rena re se ratago. Tate o tafoleng. Ba bo ngwetše ba laya morwedi wa bona
mpontšhitše lerato la go makatša. O be a ewa a tsoga gore a itshware gabotse ge a fihla bogadi. Ge letšatši le
le lapa la gagwe. O ntlhahlile, a nthuta bohlale le thapama, ngwetše e tloga le ba bogadi gore ba ye go
kgotlelelo. mo amogela.
Ke be ke na le tshepho le kholofelo ya gore ngwaga wa Ka lenyalo la semolao go ba le monyanya wo
2021 e tla ba wa lethabo. E bile manyami a magolo ge mogolo. Meloko le metswalle ba memiwa go tlo keteka
tate a re tlogela mo lefaseng. Ke ile ka swaba nko go le baratani ba. Mosadi o apara lešira le le šweu gomme
feta molomo. Ke be ke sa lebeletše tše dintši go tšwa monna a apara sutu. Lenyalo le thoma ka kerekeng
go tate. Ngwaga o ile wa thoma ka dillo le ditsikihlano fao ba apešanago dipalamonwana. Moruti o šegofatša
tša meno ka gae. lenyalo la bona. Ge ba feditše ba saena ditokomane
Tate o be a na le pelo ya gauta. O be a na le lerato, bjalo ka bohlatse bja gore ba nyalane. Ge tše kamoka
lešoko, kwelobohloko le tšohle tšeo motho a dumago di diragetše, go ra gore ba nyalane semolao. Mosadi o
tatagwe a ka ba le tšona. Tate e be e le mafakudu, a fetola sefane sa gagwe gomme a šomiša sa monna. Go
tshepagala, a bile a na le maikarabelo. O be a tloga kerekeng ba ya tenteng fao meloko le bagwera ba
hlokomela lapa la gagwe a le hlompha gomme a le ba lebogiša gona. Ge ba ba lebogišitše batho
phediša ka lerato. Ke leboga Modimo ge a ile a re kamoka ba sola diyamaleng gomme gwa lwewa ntwa
adima tate wa go swana le yena. Ke holofela gore ya mogolo. Bao ba bego le dimpho ba di bea tafoleng
ya dimpho. Ge go fedile e ba go ya ka magoro.
Nonkululeko Skhosana, Kreiti 10

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RéDACTIONS CRéATIVES

Dans le Jardin Une par une.
Une par une.
Elle s’est assise Ona Khutoane, Classe 10
Dans le jardin
Elle a regardé le ciel Decouvrir l’Afrique du
Elle a respiré profondément Sud
Par son nez
Avec les yeux fermés Salut Amari,
Elle s’est allongée Comment ça va?
Et ressenti le gazon Je vais bien, mais tu me manques tellement. Merci
Elle a respiré pour ton courriel Je pense que c’est une excellente idée
Elle a entendu les oiseaux de vernir en Afrique du Sud.
Elle a écouté à leur chanson L’Afrique du sud est un pays côtier et le temps est
Elle a senti le vent superbe. Au printemps, tu pourras donc pendre du
Souffler ses cheveux soleil et visiter la plage. Le cape est une région
Toute autour de son visage montagneuse, on peut donc aussi y faire des
Elle a respiré randonnes.
Sans ouvrant les yeux L’Afrique du sud est très diversifié sur le plan culturel
Elle sentit le soleil sur sa peau et racial. On y trouve des Indiens, des noirs, des blancs
Dansante et bien d’autres races encore. Ils sont sympathiques.
Elle a pris décollé son masque Nous avons onze langues officielles. Nous avons une
Elle a respiré histoire riche que tu peux découvrir dans les musées
Elle s’est assise ici.
Sans un mot Mais ce qu’il y a de mieux, c’est la nourriture.
Sans ouvrant les yeux Il y a tellement de plats que je veux que tu goutes.
Et sa regardé J’espère que tu décideras de venir.
Incline la tête Bisous,
Et pleurer Nashe
Jenna Pastor, Classe 10 Nashe Nyamkure, Classe 11

Mon corps Mon métier d’avenir.

Mon corps n’est pas un temple Quand je serais grande, je voudrais être avocate en
Il ne peut pas être démoli ou dégradé droit immobilier.
Ce n’est pas ouvert pour toi Je me dis souvent que tout état en droit a besoin
Pour entrer et sortir à sa guise d’avocats pour le défendre.
Priant vos péchés loin Les avocats en droit immobiliers sont employés dans
Il n’est pas ouvert à l’interprétation des agences, des banques et d’autres entreprises. Ils
Il n’est pas étonné pas votre opinion aident aussi les gens avec leurs finances et les
Il ne peut pas être détruit documents de propriétés.
Et pourtant Pour devenir avocat, il faut étudier le droit. Au
Il a été
Il est venu, comme un voleur dans la nuit
Et a volé ma dignité
M’a brisé
M’a brisé
Et maintenant me voici
A gauche pour ramasser les morceaux

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secondaire, il faut étudier l’anglais, le commerce, les VIEWPOINT
mathématiques, et les langues étrangères. Il faut aussi
participer à des activités comme les débats au lycée. Nelson Mandela a choisi de combattre le régime de
Pour être bien qualifié, il faut suivre un parcours l’apartheid. Bien que ces traits de personnalités sont
universitaire et avoir au moins une licence en droit. bons, les traits que j’apprécie le plus sont ses traits
Les avantages de ce métier sont nombreux. Il d’humilités, de bonté et de paix.
m’apportera le courage d’aider les gens et en plus c’est Mandela a choisi de libérer l’Afrique du Sud de son
bien payé. Je peux travailler dans des secteurs cœur et pas pour la gloire. Il a également choisi d’aller
différents. en prison pour la liberté de l’Afrique du Sud. Ce n’est
Finalement, je pense que c’est un métier indispensable pas une mince tâche donc on peut voir comment
pour les le développement et la reconnaissance des Mandela aime les gens.
droits de l'homme. Le plus touchant sur la vie de Mandela c’est son désir
pour la paix. En effet il a voulu la paix au lieu de
Hawa Kabwe, Classe 11 choisir de se venger. Mandela est vraiment le père de la
nation. Il a pris soin de son pays et inspiré les
sudafricains à être meilleurs. On se souviendra à
jamais de Mandela pour sa lutte pour la liberté
Chanda Mwanza, Classe 12

Reneilwe Mathabathe, Grade 12 Ma dernière année au lycée

Mon Blog: Madiba le père Chère Leah,
de la nation Je suis en classe de Terminale cette année et laisse-moi
te dire que jusqu’ à présent, c’est comme un rêve et un
Nelson Mandela est le père de l’Afrique du Sud. Il est cauchemar en même temps! Un moment je suis
une personne très importante de l’histoire. Madiba détendue, même détendue à l’idée que je vais finir
(le surnom de Mandela) signifie père et c’est la vérité. l’école à la fin de cette année. Parfois, je suis assez
Comme un père, il affiche des traits de personnalité stressée par les examens infinis et à la pensée que cette
qui inspire la nation. année-ci va déterminer mon futur. Dans tous les cas
Tout en choisissant de combattre le régime de je vais faire de mon mieux pour profiter de tous les
l’apartheid, il a montré des traits de personnalité tels moments et aussi de m’amuser dans le processus car
que le courage, la détermination, Ces traits sont c’est ma dernière année.
visibles lorsque Mandela se joint l’ANC parce qu'il y a En effet, j’ai travaillé très dur depuis la Première pour
la ségrégation en Afrique du Sud. obtenir mes meilleures notes. Malheureusement, ce je
Les noirs et les blancs étaient considérés comme voudrais étudier après l’école est très compétitive pour
inferieures aux blancs. Même si c’était dangereux, l’admission. J’espère que je pourrais étudier la
médecine l’année prochaine. Mais, si je ne suis pas
acceptée pour étudier la médecine, mon plan ‘B’ est
d’étudier l’ergothérapie ou une License en science. Je
serais heureuse si je peux étudier les sciences de la
santé. Peu importe l’université dans laquelle je vais
étudier, mais l’université de mon choix est
l’université de Pretoria parce que c’est la plus proche de
ma maison.
Alors comment se passe la classe de Terminale chez toi
jusqu’ à présent ?
Qu’est-ce que tu vas faire l’année prochaine après avoir
fini l’école ?
J’attends de te lire bientôt.
Bisous
Robyn

Robyn Anderson, Classe 12

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KREATIVES SCHREIBEN

Liebe Infinity, Hannah Venter, Grade 11
ich freue mich sehr, um wieder von dir zu hören!
Seitdem du und deine Familie nach Deutschland
gezogen sind, vermisse ich dich sehr.
Es ist eigentlich so cool, dass du, wie dein Vater,
Neurologie studieren willst. Ich habe auch in der
letzten Zeit gedacht, um das zu studieren. Vielleicht
werden wir in derselben Klasse sein, wenn du an der
Universität von Heidelberg studieren würdest. Meine
andere Wahl ist also Ingenieurwissenschaften. Alle
sagen mir, dass Medizin und Ingenieurwissenschaften
total anders sind, aber die beiden interessieren mich.
Medizin kann natürlich sehr lange Stunden haben,
aber es gefällt mir, Menschen zu helfen. Man arbeitet
am meisten im Krankenhaus, aber vielleicht werde ich
teilzeitig als Dozentin arbeiten, denn ich liebe es, um
über Biologie und solche Sachen zu reden. Als
Neurologin vierdient man ziemlich viel Geld, ich
glaube etwa 1 – 2 Millionen Euro pro Jahr, aber
natürlich ist es nicht für nichts. Die Arbeit ist
schwierig und kann keinen emotional erschöpfen.
Man sieht oft wie Leute sterben und es kann auch
furchtbar sein, um mit Wunden zu arbeiten im
Praktikum vor dem Ende des Studiums, wenn man
einen schwachen Bauch hätte.
Man kann auch sehr einsam werden, wenn man eine
Familie möchte aber nicht kann, wegen der langen
Stunden. Glücklicherweise möchte ich nicht in der
nahen Zukunft eine Familie haben.
Also, genug von mir! Was von dir? Möchtest du eine
Familie, und wenn ja – wie würdest du die und deine
Arbeit in Einklang bringen? Und wo willst du
studieren? Ich freue mich sehr auf deinen nächsten
Brief!
Liebe Grüße
Kirsten
Kirsten Moorhouse, Klasse 11

Darcy Bebbington, Grade 11 Mosetsanagape Motau, Grade 11

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ART - GRADE 8

Khutso Sekhukhune Kisha Leche Sunshine Nkosi Mbalenhle Nkosi

Michaela Louw

Hannah Burrow Kayle Moses

Thu Nguyen

Lee Nelson

Iva Papu Tyler Brooks

Fehintola Alaga

Jasmine Coleman Katerina Milenov Kierstan Smith Avuyile Macozoma

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ART - GRADE 9

Tiffany Naidoo Bray Stokes

Dharini Naicker

Cailyn Jordaan

Danique Creighton Nolindo Mtsweni

Raphaela Demetriades Aalimah Ganyane Sephesihle Malimela

Amy Zondagh

Caitlynn Ravell

Katelyn McKay

Bontle Kolisa

Mohini Singh

Kendra Maree

Keorapetse Shibambo Babokiwe Mpindiwa Keira Winter Isabella João-Palm Omphemetse Ledwaba

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ART

ART - GRADE 10

Kai Juterbock

Masindi Mulaudzi Roslyn Joseph

Nichola Peters Sabeehah Omar Duduzile Sindane

Karla von Brandis-Martini Caela Gomwe Ipeleng Monyama

Shay Steyn

Kay-Cee Schoeman

Tegan du Toit Rachel Stewart

Arefa Letsholo Kay-Lynne Squire

Nhi Pham

Zoë Hawker Kgothatso Kekana

Vaylin du Toit

Reatlegile Matjila Elam Nkonzo Zonotha Shongwe Hannah Ngale Bandala

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ART

ART - GRADE 11

Tatyana Plisic Heather Hugo

Keletso Sephiri

Thebolaka Madihlaba

Ayanda Tshabalala

Mosetsanagape Motau Lilo Böttcher

Darcy Bebbington

Megan Neilson

Leanne Mazibuko

Robyn Kingsley

Phetogo Marishane Khantsho Matle

Khensani Maringa

Bokang Hlatshwayo Hannah Venter Christina Rapanos

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ART

ART - GRADE 12

Simphiwe Mzizi Amy Marshall

Khanyisile Moyo Rachael Weatherhead

Eunbin Kang

Cameron Burgess Veani Smit

Dayna Melass Reneilwe Mathabathe Jemma Labuschagne
Fatso Maoto

Neo Molekwa Khutso Malaka Jené Fourie

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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