Purple carpet. Yellow dynamite stick. White fuse. Kaboom!
melting my heart
as the chill sets in
around melancholic faces
my face lights up
like a beacon of fire
thawing my heart
I want to touch
petals of finest beauty
my eyes are alive
full of pure desire
flint to my heart
fan the ember
and give me life
but winter lingers
ever longer, cooling fire
oh the irony:
only thrives in snow
the romantic fool
will freeze to death
as he proclaims his
Francois Hermanus Steyn – May 2013
A photo of our residence’s mascot / symbol / statue chilling busy grazing or chilling beneath a Serengeti tree (oh and it’s a rhino). Normally it isn’t painted like a zebra; but a stubborn, strong and powerful grey.
Home is where the heart is. I live in a hostel at the University of Pretoria, thus I have two homes: an academic one and my real home. The common things my homes share are; food, friendship, a hierarchy of power (just like any system or institution in the world) and laughter.
The camaraderie in our hostel is awesome and there is a clear sense of purpose felt with the joint identity we all share. It is like we are our own little country, governed by ourselves and obviously influenced by external factors (we can’t just do what we want to!) – like Tuksres and other Western traditions and ideals. It is amazing to see a bunch of diverse people coming together and make the best of this little universe. Obviously today we are much more liberal and we have lots of room to express our individualities: therefore no boot camp and brainwashing.
But yes, life in a residence is not to everyone’s taste, or everyone’s cup of tea. Some people are better off in a commune or flat. Some people just have to fight and rebel against any sort of ‘forced’ hierarchy or dependence (but they do not realize that the whole world is based on this – the name of almost every game in the world is: adapt or die). I believe that I too will move into a commune someday, but that the things I learnt in my home in Pretoria will always stay with me, and I will always be grateful to have been given an in-depth course of time management, respect for others and being a gentleman and brothers I could always rely on (just to name a few).
We play sport together, we study together, and we party together!
“Let us die young or let us live forever…”
There will always be a kid hidden in us, even as we near the golden ages. We will one day long and reminisce with nostalgia about the days of ultimate freedom and lack of responsibility; when we were young and could do pretty much what we wanted and when we wanted to do it. Life’s too short to be overly serious. Laughter is medicine to the soul!
Optimism and hope is a necessity we need in order to survive the cold nights that this broken, ominous and pessimistic world so freely gives us.