{"id":5562,"date":"2024-01-10T06:26:43","date_gmt":"2024-01-10T04:26:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.retro.co.za\/blog\/?p=5562"},"modified":"2024-01-10T06:26:43","modified_gmt":"2024-01-10T04:26:43","slug":"keeping-the-impis-at-bay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.retro.co.za\/blog\/?p=5562","title":{"rendered":"Keeping the Impis at Bay"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One early evening while waiting for a train<br \/>\nI walked into an old station bar,<br \/>\nto buy a cold cider to kill a thirst<br \/>\nin the sweltering<br \/>\nthirty degree Celsius summer heat<\/p>\n<p>and saw a very old cripple man<br \/>\nwho nursed a glass of white wine<br \/>\nand he was talking to himself<br \/>\nand sometimes stuttered over his words.<\/p>\n<p>When he looked up at me<br \/>\nthere was fire in his eyes<br \/>\nand it was almost as if<br \/>\nhe recognized me, from a dream<br \/>\nor a prophecy of something<\/p>\n<p>and suddenly his face was calm<br \/>\nwhile he called me over for a chat<br \/>\nand I ordered a bottle of brandy for him<br \/>\nand another Hunters Gold for me.<\/p>\n<p>He complained that the times were cruel<br \/>\nwith one hand motioning to his missing legs<br \/>\nthat he had lost in a train crash<br \/>\nand complained about Afrikaners<br \/>\nignoring each other<br \/>\nand only living for themselves<br \/>\nwhile the nation is being led astray<\/p>\n<p>and then suddenly said but my boy,<br \/>\nyou know this,<br \/>\nhave experienced it yourself<br \/>\nas a learned man without a job<\/p>\n<p>but let me tell you something<br \/>\nabout days long gone<br \/>\neven before the Boer war<br \/>\n(where the British killed<br \/>\nwomen and children in concentration camps) ,<br \/>\nmany Afrikaner farmers<br \/>\nwere executed at Slagtersnek<br \/>\nand it had been a terrible, terrible time<\/p>\n<p>and then that holy Englishman John Phillip<br \/>\nmeddled in our affairs<br \/>\nand now he haunts us again<br \/>\npeering in at the window panes<\/p>\n<p>and I shook my head, did not understanding<br \/>\nexactly what the old man said<br \/>\nand heard something about<br \/>\nEnglish people being in cahoots<br \/>\nwith the current government<br \/>\nand ladies ruling as bosses<br \/>\nwhile educated Afrikaner men are jobless<\/p>\n<p>and he swayed on his stool<br \/>\nand I rose to steady him<br \/>\nwhen he said to pour more brandy with ice<br \/>\nand complained that now nobody<br \/>\nis keeping the impis at bay<br \/>\nand pointed a finger at me<\/p>\n<p>and I thought that he said<br \/>\nbut you will do, or maybe<br \/>\nyou haven\u2019t got a clue<br \/>\nand leaning forward<br \/>\nstrangely his breath was clear<\/p>\n<p>and I heard him stuttering something<br \/>\nsounding like even uncle Paul<br \/>\nin church square knows<br \/>\nthat soon all Afrikaner men<br \/>\nwill be poor<\/p>\n<p>and I said to him:<br \/>\n\u201cMy man we already are<br \/>\nwith the new black regime,<br \/>\nbut most Afrikaners<br \/>\njust do not realise it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He smiled at me then<br \/>\nand steadily held his glass, in a final salute<br \/>\nbrought it to his lips<br \/>\nand faded into the naught<br \/>\nde-materializing in front of me.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poemhunter.com\/poem\/jakobus-le-grange-marais-a-reply-to-christopher-hope\/\">Gert Strydom, 2010<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/theguardian\/2000\/oct\/11\/features11.g21\">Christopher Hope<\/a> (1972), <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=UEj1_S3XkNg\">David Kramer<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One early evening while waiting for a train I walked into an old station bar, to buy a cold cider to kill a thirst in the sweltering thirty degree Celsius summer heat and saw a very old cripple man who nursed a glass of white wine and he was talking to himself and sometimes stuttered over his words. 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