Om te trek is soos om met afgeskeerde hare voor Hubble te gaan staan.

Een keer, lank gelede, het ek my hare afgeskeer. Die aanvanklike euforie wat daarmee gepaard gegaan het, het ‘n paar dae gehou. Dit was tot een oggend wat ek ‘n innerlike bad hair day beleef het. Skielik het ek nie ‘n lang bos krulhare gehad waaragter ek my gemoedsbekakking kon wegsteek nie.

Ek het die oggend dorp toe gegaan en skielik het my vette baie prominent gevoel en my plooie ekstra diep.

My self-oorbekende gesig en lyf het soos ‘n uitgewaste kombuisvadoek gevoel onder die nommer 2-seunsnit op my kop. Uitgelewer aan almal en nog wat. Maar deurdruk moes ek deurdruk, en ek het maar so geloop, want wat anders moes ek nou juis doen?

Enige vrou sal jou vertel dat daar nogals ‘n voordeel is aan hare, en aan baie daarvan. ‘n Groot haredos help jou wegsteek aan al die ander goed wat jou pla.

Om na ‘n vreemde dorp te verhuis, is soos die megagreep van hare afskeer. Dis soos om met jou afgeskeerde kaalkop aan die kykkant van die Hubble-teleskoop in te beweeg. Weg is die wegkruip agter die bekende, die poniestert maak van paaie ry sonder om twee keer daaroor te dink en handoplig en groet vir almal en nog wat.

Skielik is jy uitgelewer, in al jou naaktheid, aan dit wat jy net is sonder die pantser van dit wat ander van jou WEET.

Jy is skielik net die wat jy op die oog af is: ‘n middeljarige, valerige vrou met twee kinders en skottelgoed in die wasbak. Jy kan nie meer wegkruip ager die langhaar-kapsel van waar jy gewerk het, skoolgegaan het, wie jy ken en wie jy vir ander is nie.

Jy is skielik net die somtotaal van die biologiese massa bo-op jou voete. (In my geval ‘n bietjie te veel, weens te min draf). Niks meer nie en niks minder nie.

Op die lange duur kan dit nie sleg wees nie, want dit gee jou dalk die kans om jouself weer te herontdek, te herontwerp, as’t ware. Maar dat dit moed vat om jouself in al daardie naaktheid te aanskou, is nie altemit nie.

Jy doen nie net afstand dit wat jy al reggekry het nie, maar jy moet ook erken dit wat jy nooit kon vermag nie.

Gelukkig groei hare weer terug. Die onbekende word weer die bekende, hopelik later die beminde. Soos die wysgeer een keer gesê het: “Ons sal maar moet sien.”*

 

*Ek lieg, die wysgeer bestaan nie. Dit was my ma. 

 

 

Waar jy was

Haal Aan

Waar jy was

Soms wil ek my net verwyl
in die lêplek van my hart se hart
waar jy nog skuil,
ek wil sit, ek wil dáár vertoef,
net ‘n bietjie draal,
waar ander wette die weg van
ons eindlot bepaal.

Ek wil ‘n bietjie huiwer
waar jou lagstem nog, so suiwer
kon resoneer en troef en speel.
Waar, vervaag het in sy geheel
die ritme van die wêreld buite
op die aandrang van ons wilsbesluite.

Maar in dié ontmensde hart se gang
loop net die diepste, diep verlang

 

 

Uit: Naakstudie van ‘n boeremeisie deur Marlene Jordaan

WOOV’s. Soos net ons SA-vroue kan.

In hierdie afgelope maand, het ek, soos bykans elke ander maand, geskryf oor kinders wat verkrag is, en oumense wat wreed vermoor is.

Hier by ons staan ‘n pastoor op die oomblik in die beskuldigdebank vir verkagting van minderjarige meisies. (Hy ontken dit).

Die land het die afgelope maand gegil en geskree, en die eggos het weerklink tot in die buiteland, toe ‘n meisie van Bredasdorp só wreed aangerand en verkrag is, dat haar binnegoed buite gehang het.  Mense was siedend. Hulle het optogte gereël en betoog buite howe.

Selfs in Kroonstad, waar ek bly, het mense met plakkate buite die landdroshof betoog. ‘n handjievol, maar hulle was daar. One Billion Rising, noem hulle dit. Wêreldwye teenstand teen die geweld teen vroue en kinders.

“Want ons is nou moeg daarvoor dat ons vroue so verkrag word. Hang hulle!!! Maak hulle dood, die honde wat vroue so behandel.”

Wanneer ek ‘n plaasmoord of -aanval doen, hoor ek baie dinge wat nooit geskryf word nie. Mense se haat vir dié aanvallers loop diep, en daar word goed buite howe en op moordtonele gesê wat dalk nie vir publikasie geskik is nie.

“Ons vroue en oumense word soos honde geskiet en geslag,” skree die samelewing.

En toe gebeur Oscar Pistorius.

En skielik maak die Ware Onderdrukte en Oningeligte Vrou (WOOV) haar verskyning op die sosiale en nuuswebwerwe van Suid-Afrika. Sy park haar stofsuier in die hoek en kom sit voor die rekenaar, en diep haar regskennis, wat skuins onder haar geloofsoortuiging gestoor word, op.

Sy is die vrou wat haar plek in die kombuis en samelewing ken. En haar plek is vierkantig agter Oscar Pistorius. Sy is die een wat bo enige redelike twyfel glo dat dié man nooit sy meisie sou geskiet het nie.

Die een wie se eerste reaksie op sy vrylating op borgtog is om die Allerhoogste se naam aan te roep uit dankbaarheid, want sy het gebid daarvoor.

Die een wat sê sy het gebid dat hy vrygelaat word, want hy gaan darem nou vanaand in ‘n warm bed slaap en ‘n lekker bord kos kan eet. Soos dit hom toekom in ons patriargale samelewing, as jong viriele en onaantasbare man.

Die een wat sê dit is onmoontlik dat iemand soos hy só ‘n daad kon gepleeg het. Om ‘n ”onskuldige weerlose meisie in ‘n klein vertrekkie met vier skote uit te wis”, soos die staat aangevoer het.

Nie onse Oscar nie, want hy is OSCAR. Hy kan vinnig hardloop op blades en 80 000 mense cheer vir hom in ‘n Olimpiese Stadion.

Ons held, ons hero, ons onaantasbare, sexy, hero.

Want hierdie is SA en hierdie is ons WOOV’s, vir wie min in die lewe sin maak as só iets gebeur.

En soos een WOOV dit nou mooi gestel het: “Wat soek ‘n ongetroude meisie in elk geval oornag by Oscar?”

Soos menige Twitter-dier dit al gestel het, wil ek oor dié stelling sê:  SMH*

Ek is jammer Reeva, vir die WOOV’s. Ek dink nie jy was een nie.

*Shaking My Head.

As navoegsels by my bloginskrywing, voeg ek ook sommer ZanuPF se Tweet oor die debakel by, as voorbleed van hoe ver algemene Woov’ness kan gaan. And with that I rest my case:

zanu

 

 

As jy ondeund is, moenie uitgevang word nie. Brief aan die tweeling op hul eerste skooldag – Volksblad

n Brief aan my kinders, die tweeling Jan-Willem en Lodewyk Jordaan, wat vandag hul skoolloopbaan aan Sentrale Volkskool op Kroonstad begin:

Beste Jan-Willem en Lodewyk,

Wanneer julle vandag jul eerste treë as graad eentjies op die stoepe van die skool gee, loop julle op spore wat jul voorgeslagte meer as 100 jaar al hier trap.

Die tweeling se ouma- en oupagrootjie, Myrtle en Jan van der Merwe, afgeneem naby die parlement in Kaapstad, waar hy LV vir Kroonstad was. Hulle was albei in Sentrale Volkskool.

Die tweeling se ouma- en oupagrootjie, Myrtle en Jan van der Merwe, afgeneem naby die parlement in Kaapstad, waar hy LV vir Kroonstad was. Hulle was albei in Sentrale Volkskool.

Jul oupagrootjie, Jan van der Merwe, en oumagrootjie, Myrtle (gebore Holmes), was albei in dié laerskool.

Jul oupagroot het ek nooit geken nie, omdat hy dood is lank voordat ek gebore is. Maar ek het gesien hoe ’n goeie man hy was in briewe van hom wat ek onder in ’n kas gekry het. Daarin help hy mense van die dorp.

Jul oumagroot was ’n statige vrou. Ek onthou hoe sy die klokkie aan etenstafel gelui het vir die kos om bedien te word en hoe sy my met groot oë aangekyk het as ek met my elmboë op die tafel gesit het. Sy het haar beter maniere altyd aan haar Engelse bloed toegeskryf. So gebruik asseblief dié sestiende van jul herkoms in die skool.

Sy het as 14-jarige meisie in 1929 haar laerskoolloopbaan by Senties voltooi.

Hul oumagrootjie se sertifikaat van voltooiing aan  Sentrale Volkskool in 1929.

Hul oumagrootjie se sertifikaat van voltooiing aan Sentrale Volkskool in 1929.

Oupagroot Jan moes ongeveer in 1915 sy matriek hier voltooi het (die skool was toe nog ’n gekombineerde laer- en hoërskool), as ek reg skat. Hy was baie ouer as jul oumagroot en het as peuter die Anglo-Boereoorlog-konsentrasiekamp op Kroonstad oorleef. Julle sal nog later van daardie oorlog leer.

Hy het later Volksraadslid geword, wat jul grênd oumagroot natuurlik nóg grênder gemaak het.

Hul enigste seun en my pa, Carl Lodewyk van der Merwe, het in 1953 sy laerskoolloopbaan voltooi by Senties. Die skool het in daardie jare, en járe daarna nog, as Parravlei bekend gestaan.

Hy het iewers in die 1970’s Senties se swembad gebou. Dit was die eerste en enigste skool in die dorp wat ’n regte oefenswembad mét bane gehad het. Dit is onlangs toegegooi en in ’n krieketveld omgeskep, wat my nogal tot droewigheid gestem het. Daardie soort gevoel sal julle ook later verstaan.

Die tweeling se oupa, Carl Lodewyk van der Merwe, poseer hier in sy skoolklere van Sentrale Volkskool met sy pa, Jan, se pyp. Die foto moes in die vroeë 1950’s geneem gewees het.

Die tweeling se oupa, Carl Lodewyk van der Merwe, poseer hier in sy skoolklere van Sentrale Volkskool met sy pa, Jan, se pyp. Die foto moes in die vroeë 1950’s geneem gewees het.

 

Geniet dit net eers om ses te wees.

Ek was in 1984 hoofmeisie van Senties en kan met sekerheid vir julle sê, hoofseuns en hoofmeisies is ook maar lekker bang vir die skoolhoof, al lyk dit nie so nie.

Ek onthou hoe ek een jaar groot moeilikheid gehad het omdat ek Meneer Swanepoel, my wetenskap-onnie, se sleutels op die laaste skooldag agter sy laboratoriumbank weggesteek het. Hy het die hele Desembervakansie daarna gesoek. Hy het my jare daarna nog elke keer as hy my sien daaraan herinner, selfs nadat ek ’n grootmens geword het.

As julle dus wil ondeund wees, moenie uitgevang word nie.

Slegs ’n paar onderwysers wat vir my skoolgehou het, is steeds daar.

Een van hulle is Ebe Badenhorst, destyds die biblioteekjuffrou, wat my liefde vir boeke en lees aangemoedig het. Ek hoop sy doen dieselfde vir julle.

Julle oupagroot, oumagroot en oupa is vandag weg, maar ek wéét julle gaan hul skoene volstaan.

Geniet die skool!

Julle mamma, Marlene.

 

Die tweeling Lodewyk (links) en Jan-Willem Jordaan, wat vandag gr. 1 toe gaan in Sentrale Volkskool op Kroonstad. Hulle is die vierde geslag wat na dié skool toe gaan in die familie

Die tweeling Lodewyk (links) en Jan-Willem Jordaan, wat vandag gr. 1 toe gaan in Sentrale Volkskool op Kroonstad. Hulle is die vierde geslag wat na dié skool toe gaan in die familie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gepubliseer in Volksblad van 9 Januarie 2013, die tweeling se eerste skooldag.

Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in photos

My year, 2012, consisted mostly of working. But, seeing as my work includes taking photographs, I made a collection of some of the photos I took on stories I did.

Photos all by Marlene Jordaan, for Volksblad newspaper, South Africa.

I’m not a photographer, but a journalist, please remember!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/12/28/weekly-photo-challenge-my-2012-in-pictureLucy, the only Blood and Semen Dog in our area, with her handler, WO Leon Strydom. Lucy has lead to the arrest of many a rapist. In  one case she sniffed out semen on the underpants of a rapist four onths after the fact. DNA was collected and the man was jailed. Hurray for Lucy!

Lucy, the only Blood and Semen Dog in our area, with her handler, WO Leon Strydom. Lucy has lead to the arrest of many a rapist. In one case she sniffed out semen on the underpants of a four year old rape victim  months after the fact. DNA was collected and the man was jailed. Hurray for Lucy!
I spent many a day in stifling heat driving in the rural areas, looking for these: illegal charcoal factories operating on agrocultural land. I did a few articles on them, and ...well just watch the news in future for an update. Hopefully this will bear fruit soon.

I spent many a day in stifling heat driving in the rural areas, looking for these: illegal charcoal factories operating on agricultural land. I did a few articles on them, and …well just watch the news in future for an update. Hopefully this will bear fruit soon.

Thuli Madonsela, our Public Protector visited Kroonstad to listen to people's complaints about government and corruption. Police had to keep poele, oustide, as the hall filled up to the brom and there wasn't enough space inside. People complained mostly about housing and sewerage, and corrupution.

Advocate Thuli Madonsela, our Public Protector visited Kroonstad to listen to people’s complaints about government and corruption. Police had to keep some of the masses outside, as the hall filled up to the brim and there wasn’t enough space inside. People complained mostly about housing and sewerage, and of course corruption.

Early one morning, whilst on my way to the gym, I was called out to an accident scene near my home. Nothing prepares you for the sight of a dead body on an empty stomach, By the time this photo was taken the police had coevred the body with a brown blanket.

Early one morning, whilst on my way to the gym, I was called out to an accident scene near my home. Nothing prepares you for the sight of a dead body on an empty stomach, By the time this photo was taken the police had covered the body with a brown blanket.

A police officer pn duty at a road block held to search vehicles for illegal firearms and drugs, ad to check vehioles for roadworthiness and the correct papers.

A police officer on duty at a road block held to search vehicles for illegal firearms and drugs, ad to check vehicles for roadworthiness and the correct papers.

Raw sewerage in front of a house in our town was flowing like this for more than two weeks. The minicipality has started fixing the outdated sewerage system, but it is expected to take years and hundreds of millions of rands.

Raw sewerage in front of a house in our town was flowing like this for more than two weeks. The municipality has started fixing the outdated sewerage system, but it is expected to take years and hundreds of millions of rands.

Women toyi-toyi-ing outside the court building against a suspected murderer  of a local woman getting bail. Tje man who appeared was out on bail for another violent crime and was in jail previously for killing his mother.

Women toyi-toyi-ing outside the court building against a suspected murderer of a local woman getting bail. The man who appeared was out on bail for another violent crime and was in jail previously for killing his mother.

My friend Jan came to town to sell hos most deleicious toffees. He lost hos job and coudn't find work again. he started making toffees in hos own kitchen and now has moved to a factory site, three years later.

My friend Jan came to town to sell his most delicious toffees. He lost his job and couldn’t find work again. he started making toffees in hos own kitchen and now has moved to a factory site, three years later.

The investigating officer took me to the scene where a homeless man was stomped on and beaten to death. When we arrived his blood and teeth were still lying next to the road, as was the blanket he always carried with him.

The investigating officer took me to the scene where a homeless man was stomped on and beaten to death. When we arrived his blood and teeth were still lying next to the road, as was the blanket he always carried with him.

I spoke to this man, who was devastated by the death of his borther, at the local state hospital, due to negligence.

I spoke to this man, who was devastated by the death of his brother, at the local state hospital, due to alleged negligence and incompetence. He suffered a heart attack and it took four hours to get him admitted into Emergencies.

 
For Nurses Day, nurses liot candles at the local hospital. We have one of the most well equipped state hopsitals in the porivnce, but have a severe shortage of doctors. Some machines have been unattended for years.

For Nurses Day, nurses lit candles at the local government hospital. We have one of the most well equipped state hospitals in the province, but have a severe shortage of doctors. Some machines have been unattended for years.

Like many towns in South Africa, our town is on the ist for having it's name changed. Kroonstad was, according to legend, named after the horse of thhis Boer-leader, Sarel Cillier's horse Kroon. who broke its leg in the riuver running through the town. This is not quite true, it was name after a local farmer horse who broke its leg in a local stream.

Like many towns in South Africa, our town is on the list for having its name changed. Kroonstad was, according to legend, named after the horse of this famous  Boer-leader, Sarel Cilliers’s horse, Kroon, who drowned in the river that runs through the town. This is not quite true, it was actually named after a local farmer’s horse who broke its leg in another small stream. It looks set to be named Maokeng, which means “place of thorn trees” in Sotho, one of South Africa’s 11 languages.

A man drowned during a party held next to the river in town. The police found im after three days, when his body surfaced under anearby bridge. Here police divers are removing the body in a body bag.

A man drowned during a party held next to the river in town. The police found him after three days, when his body surfaced under a nearby bridge. Here police divers are removing the body in a body bag.

Another farmer who survoved a severe farm attack, and was shot in the stomacj. I interviewed him and hios wife in front of the court building. His life was severely impacted, and he says he only survived with God;s help.

Another farmer who survived a severe farm attack. Louis Boshoff was shot in the back with a .38 revolver, and lost a part of his spleen.  He spent 40 days and 40 nights in hospital. I interviewed him and his wife in front of the court building. His life was severely impacted, and he says he only survived with God’s help. (Please Google: Farm Murders South Africa). Farm attacks occur regularly in the area I work in. The three men that attacked him got 46 years combined.

Photo taken outside of Heilbron, a small twon who has had its fair share of trouble this year. Not only has numerous famr attacks taken place there, but it has been terrorised by a suspected pyromaniac for the pas seven months, with the school, houses, businsses and cars and trucks being set alight.

Photo taken outside of Heilbron, a small town which has had its fair share of trouble this year. Not only has numerous farm attacks taken place there, but it has been terrorized by a suspected pyromaniac for the past seven months, with the school, houses, businesses and cars and trucks being set alight.

One of hte farners in heiobron who was attacked with a peyrol bomb, or Molotov Cocktail, being thrown through his truck window. He survived but was severely burned. He ran home in only hois onderwear and socks, where his wife called the police.

One of the farmers in Heilbron was attacked with a petrol bomb, or Molotov Cocktail, being thrown through his truck window. He survived but was severely burned. He ran home in only his  socks, from where his wife called the police. After months of rehabilitation, he was released from hospital. More farmers and their workers have been murdered in farm attacks since 1994 than soldiers died in the South African/Angola war that lasted 18 years.

The small little police station is headed by a woman commander. They won the best police station of the year award. Within the first week she was there, seh went out to meet all the local farmers and reads the Afrikaans newspaper every day, to learn the language. She is known amongst the locals  as thye Black Barbie of Heuningspruit.

This small little police station is headed by a woman commander. They won the best police station of the year award. Within the first week she was there, she went out to meet all the local farmers. She reads the Afrikaans newspaper every day, to learn the language. She is known amongst the locals as the Black Barbie of Heuningspruit.

The hoghway patrol caught thieves as they were trying to get away with this businessman's tools.

The Kroonstad highway patrol caught thieves as they were trying to get away with this businessman’s tools.

I spoke to Ivy, who has been waiting for 17 years for her new house. The foundation was laid in 1994\, and sinve then nothing has been done. She lives ain a shack on the premises, which floods every time it rains. She gave me her poillow sje sleeps on to sit on during the interview.

I spoke to Ivy, who has been waiting for 17 years for her new house from the government. The foundation was laid in 1994, and since then nothing has been done. She lives in a shack on the premises, which floods every time it rains. She gave me the pillow she sleeps on to sit on during the interview.

A few weeks after I started working at the paper, two smaal boys were killed in an accident. She is still waiting for justcie to be done. here I pictured them at the funeral. The two boys were buried in one grave.

A few weeks after I started working at the paper, two small boys were killed in an accident. Elsie, their mother, is still waiting for justice to be done. Here I photographed Elsie and her husband Pieter, at the funeral. The two boys were buried in one grave. Taking photographs at funerals is the aspect of my job I like the least.

Sports wpmen from across the province gathered to listen to Natalie du Toit, the first person to ever qualify for the paralypmpics and ten regular olympics. She has now retired from swimming.

Sports women from across the province gathered to listen to Natalie du Toit, the first person to ever qualify for the Paralympics and the regular Olympics. She has now retired from swimming.

Maize eraly in the year. This is what our economy is made of, in the Free State.

Maize early in the year. This is what our economy is made of, in the Free State.

A new radio station openede in Parys. Here the station mangaer and a colleague took me to a sight they wabted at firs for their mast. It overlooks the C=Vredefort Dome, the largest meteor impact crater in the world.

A new radio station opened in Parys. Here the station manager and one of the DJ’s took me to a site they wanted to use at first for their radio mast. It overlooks the Vredefort Dome, the largest meteor impact crater in the world. (Google it!)

In Parys, is Magashule Street, named after the premier of our province. hated by some, revered by others, he is one of the most controversial figures in local politics.

In Parys, where you can find  Magashule Street, named after the premier of our province. Hated by some, revered by others, he is one of the most controversial figures in local politics. The street name is attached to a sun powered street light. These street lights got residents of Parys up in arms, because they were only erected in the streets surrounding Magashule Street. These streets were also paved.

Dr Yvetet Pozyn. who rescues all kinds of wild animals at her wildlife rescue centre HART, treats them, heals them and releases them back into the wild. This little ostrich, who broke its leg, is now a resident of the farm.

Dr Yvette Pozyn. who rescues all kinds of wild animals at her wildlife rescue center HART, treats them, heals them and releases them back into the wild. This little ostrich, who broke its leg, is now a resident of the farm.

The Tunnel of Evil, (an unused brick oven) as it is called in Viljoenskroon, a small town. Many rapes took place in here, and here the policeman, who eventually caught the rapiat, showed it to me. The rapist even had blankets inside. He wass ent to jail and the municiplaity has promised to close it up.

The Tunnel of Evil, (an unused brick oven) as it is called in Viljoenskroon, a small town. Many rapes took place in it. Here the policeman, who eventually caught the rapist, showed it to me. The rapist even had blankets inside. He was sent to jail and the municipality has promised to close it up.

Residents of Kroonstad toyi-toying to get jobs on a road works project. Politicians are only goving work to friends and family, they told me.

Residents of Kroonstad toyi-toying to get jobs on a road works project. Politicians are only giving work to friends and family, they told me.

Farming is the heart of our economy in ou area. HJere I visited a tractor demonstration day near Hennenman, a small agricultural town.  I

Farming is the heart of the economy in our area. Here I visited a tractor demonstration day near Hennenman, a small agricultural town. I didn’t have on the right shoes, and couldn’t walk at the end of the day, because of small little thorns, called duwweltjies (small devils) which were ploughed loose. No more sandals on Agricultural days!

Roads roads roads, the bane of our existnece. Major fraud was uncovered in our provincial roads dept, and upkeep of roads has come to a vitrual standstill. This is one of the worst in our area, the road between kroonstad and Lindley.

Roads roads roads, the bane of our existence. Major fraud was uncovered in our provincial roads dept, and upkeep of roads has come to a virtual standstill. This is one of the worst in our area, the road between Kroonstad and Lindley.

A police truck full of stationery fell over on the highway next to our town. This led to all traffic being rerouted through our town for a few hours. This was probably the most cars some people saw all year!!

A police truck full of stationery destined for Cape Town  fell over on the highway next to our town. This led to all traffic being rerouted through our town for a few hours. This was probably the most cars some people saw all year!!

At Brickfields, an abandoned brock factory, abround forty epole, including chiuldren, live under dire conditions. They have only one oustie, open toilet an didný hav e a tapp until a local churcj donated one and connected the water.

At Brickfields, an abandoned brick factory, around forty people, including children, live under dire conditions. They have only one outside, open toilet (no covering, just the loo) an no running water. A local church donated one and connected the water. What was surprising was how clean everything was kept. They even have post delivered!