LOVING MY NEIGBOUR AS MYSELF
When I was three - my father bought a piece of red earth on a hill on the other side of “Broederstroom”. My father was young and enthusiastic, and he wanted to become a peanut farmer. We moved into a makeshift cabin with a black woodburning stove and a double bed. Connected to the cabin a t the back lay an open sided barn, jam packed with fertilizer and tractors. I was just three years old and my sister two years older. We were poor but rich at the same time. Rich because we came from a long line of devoted Christian parents and grandparents. My parents were decent, hardworking, honourable and clean-living folk. No swearing or drinking or gambling, carousing and never ever a harsh word … ever! Just the Bible, the Psalms, the songs and the church. Further back about a hundred yards behind the cabin lived an African family. John, Liesie and Sarah with their children. The wives took turns to h...
