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Conform not (Poetry) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Conform Not Prudence turned passionate Flames on her skin Violation occurs Passion forcefully reversed to prudence With rapt attention she turned off the beat of her heart, her mind breaking down blood, muscle and bones to crash her...

Döbra a Place of Performance (Opinions) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
St. Joseph’s R.C. High School, celebrated 100 years of excellence in education on 3 September 2005. Almost a year and half after the century celebrations, the school still prides itself in its performing learners. Statistics indicate that St....

Flaming Filmmaker (Interviews) 9-02-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Paul van Schalkwyk has aligned himself with the international film making standards and protocol of production. Namibia’s top producer and director has a chain of accolades following him on his film making and photographic career. He is the...

My Sun (Poetry) 24-04-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
My Sun Probably too early to call for you to come again, minutes after your descent is prepared. My unclouded mind trapped by cotton patches, as your eyes flicker complete with eye lashes. Oh - honey scent spill onto the canvass, the...

Namibian in Europe (Short Story) 17-04-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
I Lize-Leandra Ann Kubersky, solemnly swear to cherish the sunshine that my home Namibia offers. Rainy days will come; unexpectedly we might even see hail, but no matter on which month of the calendar, the sun will always surface. I just returned...

Policemen Paranoia (Poetry) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Policemen Paranoia Freedom of the focal point is as limited as can be You wish to capture a moment A smile or just the scenery… I think I need to tell you What is wishful thinking and what is reality. In uniform - as universal they...

Poverty (Poetry) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Poverty The eradication of poverty starts with definition No misunderstanding, No misinterpretation Reality, just listen, there dies another little one. Poverty is not: “Meme, outere 50 sent It is not chosen It is not self-inflicted....

Poverty (Poetry) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
The eradication of poverty starts with a definition No misunderstanding, No misinterpretation Reality, just listen, there dies another little one. Poverty is not: “Meme, outere 50 sent?" It is not chosen It is not self-inflicted....

Salinas (Poetry) 2-05-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Salinas Little Salinas baby Your mothers’ eyes are empty The veins on her breasts Seep full with troubles Troubles her empty eyes have seen She chews Manijok like bread The most typical African root Her body tattered and torn Maternal...

The importance of being earnest (Poetry) 9-02-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
The importance of being earnest How universal it may be Thunderbolts it struck me as I yet again wanted to flee Flee from what I wanted, what I needed Flee from my own me. Infinite postponing of one's true desires creates a pending...

Triple T and Miss X (Poetry) 20-03-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Where do you go when you stare at a utensil in life? Namely, the fork. Gravel or tarred, you may ask, yes, the decision is hard. You formulate individual weight, But the scale stays in universal equilibrium. Both in both Each in each...

Two weeks in Angola (Short Story) 17-04-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Little we know of Angola, our neighbouring country full of hidden secrets. Either we read of fantastic wealth, corruption and poverty or we listen to some tales of beautiful Lubango used to be or fragments of the horrors of "The War". In...

Under the ice (Poetry) 26-04-2007
by Lize-Leandra Ehlers
Under the ice I weep and I wail, I am separated from the surface, the space between the ice and my face, is the size of your hatred, of your ignorance and your craze. The cold knives of injustice stab me in the back. They stab and stab and...