I feel nostalgic. I have been the whole day today, The nostalgia goes hand in hand with the respect I have for the way I was brought up. My traditions. Who I am. I am so grateful for parents who gave me the best education they could. Even when I was snotty and wanted to go to the artsy fartsy school. I was shaped and molded at the Afrikaanse Hoer Meisieskool in Pretoria. And even though I am sending my kids to English schools I will teach them the values, culture and respect I was thought up with as a teenager.
A Facebook friend poster this poster:
I like this poster. And I have been looking for a poster with a black background – being a Swart (Black in Afrikaans) and all. What puzzled me from the moment I read it was the song that accompanies the verse.
Every year around September we would have “kerkafsluiting” to thank God for the year and to say goodbye to the Matriculants. It use to be tedious practicing for this event, hours and hours were dedicated, whether you could sing or not. Incredible songs were sang – most of which I cannot think of right now. But this one was a favourite along with the “Halleluja Koor” – sung in Afrikaans.
Listening to the song, brought tears to my eyes. How blessed an I to have had the opportunity to attend such a magnificent school ? How bless am I to have such magical moments locked in my heart, forever to be replayed.
I can honestly say I respect and cherish where I come from, how I was brought up and the traditions that made me who I am today!