Wooden Chest

I’m the bundle of spritely-scented Oregon panels painstakingly dovetailed and wrought-iron bound by Oom Koos in his Sandveld shed, his sweetly smoking pipe resting near my feet. I’m the trussed-up trinket treasure chest in the cape of the ossewa, primed for our hasty escape – my future, fate and fortune across the Kaapse Blouberg. I’m Tannie Bessie se boud-gepoleerde bankie bouncing across the vallei, veldt en Vaal. I’m the kind se kot, bonny babe nestled in my heart, shielded from the charged Transvaal showers. I’m the keeper of Bible, guardian of Sunday Best and cross, trusting in the travel guided by God.I’ve pioneered a new path, been beaten by bandits, and locked legacy in my lap, and have blemish and blotch to prove the tale.

What have you done lately?


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