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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Punishment parade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was in residence in Salisbury house<br>at the private university<br>lying at the foot<br>of Helderberg mountain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when in my fourth year<br>somebody with a master key<br>broke in to my room<br>stole clothes <br>and some bottles of cool drink<br>and even took a cake<br>out of the refrigerator.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nols, a first year friend, <br>who was studying the same degree<br>was fresh out of the army<br>where he had been a lieutenant<br>and caught the thief red handed<br>stealing from his room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and to this day I do not know<br>how he convinced him<br>to confess, <br>but like a military prisoner<br>he and his roommate<br>marched that thief<br>right to my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His race was Coloured<br>mixed with Indian<br>(and why I address race here<br>will later become clear) <br>and sorry wasn’t enough<br>and what he didn’t sell<br>he drank and ate <br>and Nols asked: <br>“what do we do, <br>with the prisoner? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I made a joke<br>about a punishment parade, <br>which they took very seriously<br>and every day that student came<br>as their prisoner<br>and did push ups and lifted weights, <br>until he was convinced<br>to pay me back, <br>but it wasn’t the end<br>of the story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Six o’clock one morning<br>on a winters day<br>the dean of Salisbury house<br>called me in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Who do you think you are<br>to call the Rector<br>at five in the morning<br>about your car<br>that was defecated on<br>and threaten with <br>a racial war? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My face was blank, <br>as it was the first<br>knowledge that I got<br>about faeces <br>on my yellow BMW.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A master degree student<br>who’s nickname was Ouboet (big brother) <br>walked in<br>and took the responsibility<br>for the call on him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I wanted gibe that dean<br>and said that I am going<br>to the police to lay charges<br>and to let them take samples.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took me very seriously, <br>tried to argue <br>and prayed for me<br>and both Ouboet and I suppressed laughs<br>and immediately I knew<br>which people had tampered <br>with my car<br>and I used a red fire house<br>to spray it off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn’t have to wait long<br>before the responsible party<br>drove his new white Golf gti<br>straight into a big oak tree, <br>landed in hospital<br>and left the university.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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somebody with a master key
broke in to my room
stole clothes 
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and even took a cake
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