Monday, 3 September 2012
Spookstories (ghost stories)
I grew up at a time when there was no such thing as television, there were no computers, no cell phones (very few people had even a landline telephone) and no shopping malls. This meant we had to make our own entertainment and my all time favourite was for a group of boys to sit around an open fire out in the veldt, listening to one or more of the older boys tell terrifying but wildly improbable ghost stories. This poem is written in Afrikaans, find out more about this language here.
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