Eyes, ears, action
The man now held our driver’s license, car keys and passports. Dark glasses, tight uniform, remarkably large white teeth, the epitome of sadistic authority. “No cash, let us have a…
The man now held our driver’s license, car keys and passports. Dark glasses, tight uniform, remarkably large white teeth, the epitome of sadistic authority. “No cash, let us have a…
Die foonoproep vroeg daardie Sondagoggend in William Nicol se Maraisstraat pastorie skep dit vir hom ‘n dilemma. Hy gaan sit in die donker studeerkamer en wonder of hy kan vra…
My pa slaan my so met die vuis voor die bors en ek kan sien hy kan sy emosie moeilik bedwing. “Ou seun” prewel hy amper terwyl hy aan my…