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1000 tulosta hakusanalla Johann Wentzel

Suiderkruis Karos

Suiderkruis Karos

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2010
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Om te lees blaai om sak terug kussing jou rug lees my knie opgetrek laat my uitspring deur jou o tot lewe kom wysvinger gelek donkie-oor my vou my weer en weer stryk my plat sleep jou vinger oor my rug prewel my naam laat my bestaan in einde jou met glimlag uit te strek in tevredenheid sielsversadig met glimlag jou o te knip agter jou gaap my af te stof en te herlees
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Are They the Same Size?

Are They the Same Size?

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2014
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Are they the same size? Two worlds merging into one: each as confused and confusing as the other. Two books in parallel but on different timelines... most of the time. One could honestly say that she was Joe's god in a society ripe for the beast. Are they the same size is the world of Joe Soap. Joe who finally had to conclude that no woman's breasts are identical in size. "They were men and so were their fathers before them." The older man carried no expression, his voice was flat. There was no mistaking his heart breaking sincerity. "We did not mutilate the bodies as reported by your war correspondence. We ripped their stomachs open to set the spirits free. They were heroes in a strange country." Zephia's father was reliving a speck in history, more than a century old in the first person "I am a Zulu, proud leader of my people, but I am also a Matabele. My ancestors were scattered when the great chief Chaka Zulu started killing his own people. They let the mfecane (up-rise) under Lobengula" Joe Soap found himself on more familiar ground. He knew enough of nineteenth century British history to take the gap. He waited just long enough, ponding before replying. He dropped his voice as if in thought. "The Shangani patrol massacre was a turning point not only for the old Rhodesia. Alan Wilson's spirit and the spirits of his men will rest in peace." He was addressing the older man directly, throwing the cultural protocol that required him to prevent eye contact when addressing a superior to the wind. For a moment they were equals. They both realized it. (From "Book II" Chapter 13.) AURHOR'S NOTE I Joe Soap was asked by Block to put pen to paper. He does not trust computers and therefore no word processors. He is sort of funny when it comes to that. He is a clever man. You may well ask who Block is. You may also rightfully ask which side is left or which side is right. It is quite simple. He is the individual that requested me to put his theories at the disposal of the whole wide world. It will be his contribution; the only way to create a better place for you and for me and for the whole wide world, but I have already said that. Let me not repeat myself. It may be better to start at the beginning. In the beginning when God created the universe, the earth was formless and desolate and then there was Block. Just kidding, just kidding, He has such a good sense of humour. Everybody will agree to that. How can they not? How dare they not? I wanted to call him Super. It became Block. And the two shall never meet. I first met him while I was recuperating at home after I fractured my ankle. I was eighteen. What are a few days between friends? My dad loved his clich s. My dad had also just passed away. I was feeling real low. Not a friend in the whole wide world. Here I go again. Anyway I was feeling low. As low as only an eighteen-year (nearly) old boy that has never scored can feel. I very nearly had it once, but was interrupted by her husband, but that is another story. This is supposed to be Super's story. Sorry not a story. A way of life. The only way to live. The eternal way to everlasting existence. Or should it be the only way to eternal existence? Sorry Block. (From "The Answer" as related to Joe Soap by Block.) Are they the same size? Where to start? What to read first? Book I, Book II or maybe to start with the epilogue and work your way back? Whatever you, the reader decide will frustrate you.
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Emails from Ireland - Colour Edition

Emails from Ireland - Colour Edition

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2014
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Emails from Ireland.(This is the paperback colour edition. A much cheaper printed black and white edition is also available while the digital edition will also show the photos in colour.)I landed at Dublin airport early on Wednesday, the 26th of July 2006. I turned 54 that August, August 2006.Don't ask me why. Don't ask me why I came to Ireland less than a month before my 54th birthday.The answer may just depend on what the weather was doing at the time of asking, or what I was eating, or how much sleep I had the night before or how the Irish or Ulster Rugby team was playing. What I might have thought (that I know), was that I may just get on the plane and go back to South Africa whenever I felt like it, but not today. Not even today nearly eight years on.I will be 62 this August, August 2014.I had a job offer in July 2005 at roughly half of what I was then earning back in Sunny South Africa. I started working in Londonderry / Derry / The Walled City, Northern Ireland on Monday the 31st of July 2006. I did not know then that Londonderry / Derry / The Walled City is the same place. I also did not know that all the jokes about potatoes are true.There are still many things, about this most beautiful country in the world, which I don't know.I do however know that I am here to stay.I knew that from that moment when I declined the offer to go back to South Africa. That was about six weeks after first setting foot in Ireland. It took me less than a second to decide. It was not necessary to even think about it. The plane has taken off without me. It is so simple: life does not have a reverse gear.
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Waar Is My Tiekie

Waar Is My Tiekie

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2014
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Waar is my tiekie? Tog snaaks dat ek eers aan die einde van die reis moes kom om die begin te kon sien. 'n Pad wat nooit eindig nie en waar daar net gestop is as dit reeds te laat was en ek klaar, karsiek, opgegooi het. 'n Pad gedeel met baie. Ek moes eers vyftig word voordat ek die pad vorentoe kon lees. Die pad tot op vyftig was interessant. Die pad na vyftig 'n ondervinding en ervaring. Altwee paaie was en is grondpad; ek is bly. Oud-Suidwester ken van grondpad ry. Die mense wat tot op vyftig saam met my gery het, kon nie altyd by hou nie. Almal ry nie dieselfde pad nie; daar is afdraaipaadjies en stalletjies. Vir Damaskus donkies kan mens ook nie altyd stop nie. Dit leer mens egter eers later. Party mense leer dit nooit nie. Daar is aan die einde van die dag (of is dit nou aan die einde van die pad?), m r as net huise en geld. rens langs die pad stop mens vir jouself. rens langs die pad laai mens jouself op. Dit maak nie saak hoeveel keer mens stop of hoeveel afdraaipaadjies mens volg nie; al die paadjies kom weer terug op die hoofpad. Al die paadjies bring jou terug na jouself. rens langs die pad laai mens jouself op...
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Ek het my tiekie gevind

Ek het my tiekie gevind

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2014
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Ek het my Tiekie gevind. Wees saam met my bly ek het my tiekie gekry. Plus: twee broers en 'n suster 'n seun en twee dogters vier kleinkinders meer as een vrou... Eintlik was my tiekie maar altyd daar: saam op die langpad, met die nuuskierige ondersoek van al tien gaatjies, saam by die 'naked hikers', met die geboorte van my kinders, die dood van my ouers, my broer, my seun my reis terug, altyd terug... ek is 'n kind van Namibi . Lariza van Niekerk: Wat 'n genot is dit nie om weereens saam met Johann Wentzel in "Ek het my Tiekie gevind" 'n herinneringsreis te onderneem nie Hierdie reis strek vanaf sy kaalvoet-kinderdae in Suidwes-Afrika en Suid-Afrika, tot in Noord Ierland, vanaf kerrie-skaapafval in Okanhandja tot "curry chips" in Letterkenny. Saam met die skrywer smaak ons die eer van 'n koninklike ontvangs by 'n troue in Taung, wonder ons oor die toordokter-voorskoot en vind ons uiteindelik geluk in Waringstown. Die vertellings word gelewer in 'n gemaklike styl wat die leser boei en heerlik laat saamkuier.
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Head to the Moon

Head to the Moon

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2015
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I was dying, poisoned by my legs that had spread their poison slowly but surely upwards before they were amputated, too late. To think, Grandpa 'J' played Rugby for Scotland and thought it too dangerous a game so got me a motocross bike for my fourth birthday This was fantastic. This was not just pushing the boundaries of science. This was stepping right into Science Fiction: This was Science Fiction going mainstream. I eye-typed my first ever question from inside my new world to be read-and-heard by the outside real world: "How are you?"It has taken me 27 years to fully transit from the physical world to an all embracing virtual one but still one where I could look back into the old world. Where I could still be part of the real world. Where I could, for the first time in 27 years turn my head even though it was weighing the better part of two ton.I was 41 when I died on the Moon. I had an accident, cracking my weakened scull, allowing the escaping brain fluids and some brain matter to contaminate what may well have been the only other wet spot on the Moon. A salty frozen puddle that had most probably never seen sun, shielded in a shallow crater on the rim of the Northern Lunar pole. A Sci-Fi story with a twist. Some people go to the Dignitas Clinic in SwitzerlandI went to the Moon.It was not a suicide mission, It was a celebration to be me mission. It was as much a public relations exercise as a first in scientific exploration. Nobody understood that better than my Mom with her blog.
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59lady

59lady

Johann Wentzel

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2015
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Who said love belongs to youth?An email, two songs, three silly short rumbles and twenty-two poems but not necessarily in that order.Plus, a wedding An old fashioned love story.Boy meets girl, boy marries girl.
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