Easter 2015 - Thirty Years

 

It is Easter again and thirty years since my father died. That was way back in 1985; I was almost sixteen and my brother only a few years older. Since that time Easter has been a special time of the year for me. A time to reflect on those times and all the years in between. Thirty years is a long time…

I did my National Service at eighteen, and travelled a lot as a young man and a bricklayer. I hitch-hiked across the country, or took trains and buses, often down to the coast where I worked at times. I had a bike at one point in time and did a few trips through the country-side that were super. But most of the intervening years were spent at home in the outside room. I was in-and-out of jobs in my twenties and eventually became a barman for five years into my early thirties. I worked hard and played hard in those days. Busting tables at the club during weekends, and partying on my off days. We also did quite a bit a fishing spending days on end at the dam in the sunshine…

One day I made up my mind to start studying and chuck the barman job. I passed second year Afrikaans and English but could not complete my degree. I also began writing in that time, starting out with poetry, and then progressing to fiction and prose over the years. It has now been more than ten years of battling it out on the internet with my writing; with varying success. My creative writing has improved a lot but I still have not officially been published. I just write stories for the pleasure of publishing them on the internet, hoping I might get a few reads…

The days are getting cooler as autumn approaches. Soon it will be the long cold days of winter on the Highveld, where the air is thin and fresh. Easter promises to be a quiet affair with a lot of people being way for the holidays. Thirty years holds a lot of memories as I sit and think of the seasons that have passed. We have persevered, but more importantly; our dreams have prevailed. And each day the sun still rises and sets, an endless wheel in the sky…

(Photo: A rondawel I built near Vereeniging, 1994.)