"Who so loves believes the impossible." ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Tsholofelo Mofokeng.

Ofcause.

It was that time of the month where Mnr. De Ruiter held a party, gala, gathering, braai, barbecue, cook out, wienie roast what ever the beau monde society of Boers would call it. It was the only time De Ruiter socialized with other neighbors or farmers or businessmen. I would like to think he hated having people around, i realised he was a loner and pretty much wanted it to stay that way. It would be a long day with alot of yelling, shouting and snapping.

I realised i wasn't asleep anymore, infact I was awake but...