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Karen

I had a dream....

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Karen

I had a dream...

That I was breathing in the salt - scented air of a Cape beach

That I was walking home after a highveld afternoon shower

That I was shouting my lungs out at a school gala

That I was stretched out on a lounger

On a manicured lawn surrounded by a white picket fence

That I was having a Sunday lunch braai

embraced by loving family and friends who were all young and lovely still

That I was happily browsing

Sandton City, Rosebank Mall, Cresta Centre

and paying for my summer clothing at Woolies

That I was watching The Villagers, The Brady Bunch and the censored news on SABC

That I was writing aerograms to my friend in France

That I was at Spurs and Late Night Als and another hundred steakhouses

savouring marinated meat and shoe string fries and onion rings in a league of their own.

That I was down to the Flaky in my whirly ice - cream

That I was in the back of the car at the Doll’s house sinking my teeth into a juicy burger washed down with a pink milkshake

That my granny won R50 playing Pick - a - Box

That the trolley bus littered with our torn- off school tickets, left the lines

That the clickety - click of the rails under the Trans - Karoo lulled me to sleep on the top bunk

That I was graduating in a white dress in the Great Hall,

That I was dancing at my wedding and throwing a bouquet

That I was giving birth to my son

That I was a sleep- deprived young mother

That I brought home another bundle all in pink

That I breathed in the sweet smell of little chubby bodies, warm and adoring, around my neck

That I sent off my babies to school in new uniforms with Ninja Turtle lunch boxes and crayons

That I huddled in the passage when the house rocked with the blast of an ANC bomb, or shuddered with the sound of a machine gun too close by.

That my parents stood with tears streaming at the airport

That my life would never be the same , but that I had chance to re- invent it

That I woke up in a world too quiet, too white , too alien and too cold

That I was on the wrong side of the world, the wrong side of the road, the wrong place at the wrong time

That I would never feel truly happy

That I cried with joy when I found my own home

That when I returned to to the manicured lawn and loving family, I still wanted to go home to the cold

That I knew where I belonged

That I understood freedom, and peace, and that I could still fly southwards in my dreams.

But that I could never go back in time.

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Guest Norman and karen

Awesome Poem, a perfect time line of our lives.

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Jules

High five. Very well written.

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mmherselman

Made me cry... But a good one.

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Tracey22

That the clickety - click of the rails under the Trans - Karoo lulled me to sleep on the top bunk

Before we left, I took the kids on a stream train to Magaliesberg. The company operating the steam train had the original marroon coaches from Transnet. It was a real blast from the past. As a youth, I spent each december holiday travelling to and from Hermanus to spend 3 weeks at camp on Onrus beach. When we took this trip in 2010, the old decor was still in place, I could smell the old smells of the coaches, the water in the basin tasted the same, and the clickety click that you mention was still to be heard!

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OutOfSa

Great vivid story for all of us who lived both histories.

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Trevor&Anelle

Lovely

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Liz

Well written, Karen.

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MaryJane

Before we left, I took the kids on a stream train to Magaliesberg. The company operating the steam train had the original marroon coaches from Transnet. It was a real blast from the past. As a youth, I spent each december holiday travelling to and from Hermanus to spend 3 weeks at camp on Onrus beach. When we took this trip in 2010, the old decor was still in place, I could smell the old smells of the coaches, the water in the basin tasted the same, and the clickety click that you mention was still to be heard!

Hi Tracey

Was it the Reefsteamer to Magaliesburg?

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Tracey22

yes

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tanchett

Wow Karen, this is lovely (teary at my office desk^_^)

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