Unfortunately, this weekend also brings tragedy every year. Every year hundreds die on our roads and many more are injured. This year our Deputy Minister of Health was one of the victims, but that was not the major shock of the weekend. On Saturday, Eugene Terre'blanche, the leader of the AWB, an Afrikaner far-right resistance movement, was murdered by two blacks (21 and 15 years old respectively) on his farm outside Ventersdorp. This could have severe consequences for our country. Feelings amongst Afrikaners are running hot after Julius Malema, the leader of the ANC Youth League has started singing struggle songs containing the words "kill the farmer" whenever he appears on public platforms. Keep in mind that approximately 1 800 people have been killed in farm attacks since 1994 in our country and the Government refuses to take any action to stop the killings or Malema singing his songs. This murder could not have come at a worse time.
On the home front, my weekend was not perfect either. I woke up on Thursday morning with a sore throat and by Friday morning it had developed into fulblown URTI. The kids were home, meaning my household grew from 2 people to 7 who slept over and to 12 during the daytime. I usually love this. I love having them together and around me, but this year I was feeling like a washed out dishcloth most of the time and just could not cope with all the "life" around me. By yesterday afternoon, when the last left, I was as happy to see them go as I was to see them arrive. Maybe we should do the whole Easter Weekend thing over once the cold has gone... or maybe not!
One of the highlights, or maybe the hightlight of the weekend was having two grandchildren with me for the first time.
It was the first time that Rozel (7years) met her brand new brother Joshua (7 weeks) and she will be spending the rest of the week with him. They are both beautiful and I have to agree with whoever said that grandchildren is God's reward to us for not killing our own children (lol).