My Sarie Marais is so far from my heart, and I’m longing to see her again.
She lived on a farm on Mooi’s River bank, before I left on this campaign
Oh,bring me back to the old Transvaal
That’s where I want to be,
Way yonder ‘mongst the meelies (Corn),by that great thorny tree,
Sarie is waiting for me.
Cricket wasn’t the same without the South Africans, Rugby wasn’t either.
I painted a plate in a competition at school and even won. It showed the Cape Fruit which we couldn’t buy in England any more.
Later in London I often heard homesick South Africans singing the haunting song- Sarie Marais and the seed was planted.
South Africa, one of the most beautiful and richest countries in the world was bleeding.
The Black South Africans suffered terribly under the Apartheid regime, and some white people who had lived there even longer than the blacks were ashamed to tell others abroad where they came from.
There were many whites who without fear fought against it, there were a lot of white people who supported black families.But they didn’t shout loud enough, and we didn’t hear too much about that.
But we heard about Nelson Mandela at last, and the others who didn’t live to see the day.
People who suffered particularly under the regime have been, and will be in the future compensated. (can something like that be compensated?)
People and Firms responsible for upholding the Apartheid in South Africa will be brought to justice, so says the United States Court of Apeal
As I read today they will support this.
Somehow I find the anouncement terribly funny. When will America’s black people be compensated?
As a post script I must say that the words and lyrics of the Sarie Marais were taken from an old US Civil War folk song called Elli Rhee, and the Transvaal was then Tennessee.