the sourcerer: Keepsake #2.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Keepsake #2.

Stamped on this ring are the words: Suikerbossie ek wil jou hê. It's a line from an Afrikaans folk song that translates to ‘Sugarbush I want you so’, sung by girls and boys a-courting. A Suikerbossie is a sweetheart but also a kind of Protea bush which bears South Africa’s national flower.

I no longer wear it and the white line on my finger has faded.

6 comments:

Marie said...: Wat sal Mamma daarvan se?

:-)

Sterkte.; November 11, 2010 at 8:59 PM
the sourcerer said...: Dan loop ons so onder deur die maan, deur die maan.

hearts break and the earth spins on regardless.
❤; November 12, 2010 at 1:35 AM
Anonymous said...: jou laaste sin het my onkant gevang en 'n traan uit my oog gedruk ....vader weet allen...dankie; November 12, 2010 at 7:47 PM
the sourcerer said...: Weet jy, voor ek begin skryf het, het ek partykeer iets gelees wat my raak en dan gedink... as ek net DIT kon doen. So, dankie aan jou.; November 12, 2010 at 8:43 PM
arcadia said...: Dis beautiful. Waar het jy dit gekry?; November 16, 2010 at 7:00 PM
the sourcerer said...: daar was 'n winkeltjie by die Biscuit Mill - TINSEL, met lieflike goed. maar hulle't toegemaak.; November 16, 2010 at 9:25 PM

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