JORS
He was my Afrikaans teacher when I was in High School. Nobody knew his name ... just his surname. He was Mr Jordaan but for us mere mortals who sat in his classes he was ... JORS. Mr Jordaan was about sixty years old when I first came into his class. He was the senior Afrikaans teacher at the Belfast High School in the Republic of South Africa, where I became a boarder when I was twelve years old. He was a tall, thin man with huge hands and huge feet. Some people said that he used to be a soldier during the second world war fighting the Nazis in France. He certainly was a cold, calculated man who demanded military attention at all times. Nobody knew anything about Mr. Jordaan. Nobody knew where he came from, if he had a wife, children ... or even what made him laugh. Mr. Jordaan was the same person day in and day out. Grey suit. Grey hair. Huge size 12 black boots. Just the same ... always the grey same!...
