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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Koekemoer (in reply to A. Brodrick)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Way back in the days <br>of the old Transvaal republic<br>in the Marico district lived a young farmer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">called Hans Koekemoer, who was a great horseman<br>and a superb marksman<br>who crossed many rivers with his roan horse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and owned a Martini Henri rifle<br>and he was a great lover, skilled and sought by many ladies<br>and no other guy could compete with him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but one day an impi of Matabele warriors invaded the great Marico<br>burning down farmsteads, raiding cattle and killing farmers, <br>women and children</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the farmers were called up on commando<br>riding out on their horses with guns in their hands<br>and they fought bravely against that impi.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hans by nature lived up to his name that meant cocky<br>firing from the saddle, breaking away from the commando<br>taking on a squad of the enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he even followed them while they were fleeing <br>in front of him, trying to hunt the last one down<br>as he feared that they would capture or kill his beloved fiancée Sannie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and to the other farmers in the commando he was missing, <br>probably killed somewhere and while they rode back victoriously <br>their spirits were marred as they had lost the best young farmer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hans had been wounded and unconscious his horse<br>carried him to safety and a English missionary<br>came upon him removing a rusting assegai spear<br> <br>and nursed him back to health<br>through a fever, bringing young Koekemoer back to life<br>over a period of some weeks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and just after his return to his farmstead <br>one of Hans Koekemoer’s cattle<br>was ill and he had to care for it through the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and early the following morning while he was riding in the veldt<br>searching for a lost cow he saw a gathering of young men<br>galloping at speed in the distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and first thought that it was a commando <br>that had gathered during the night and he rode up to them<br>and saw them passing a white banner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">congratulating a bridegroom and bride and wishing them well<br>and they were riding at speed in front of a black coach<br>and Hans was curious about who had wedded so suddenly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and being cocky by nature forced the coach to a halt<br>and out stepped his girlfriend Sannie, with a Englishman, <br>a short wealthy shop owner<br> <br>followed by Sannie’s father old dark Dirk Coetzee<br>an honourable man, a brave war veteran and a member of parliament<br>who wanted to know if young Hans had risen from the dead? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Hans replied that he wanted to talk to Sannie<br>the most beautiful girl in all of the Transvaal<br>who promised to wed him, swearing on the Bible</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the last communion service<br>and that he Hans could marry any of many a girl<br>and would instead drink a sip of brandy on her health.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lovely Sannie walked up to him <br>with a glass decorated with blue flowers in her hand<br>and he shouted: “to your health” before downing it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Sannie was shaken but did not know why, <br>she looked into his eyes and forced a smile on her lips<br>and felt a spark going down into her hips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he took her hand and looking into her eyes<br>kissed Sannie and her lips tasted of peppermint<br>from the shop owner’s kisses before his.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sannie tied her skirts down before running hand-in-hand<br>with young Koekemoer <br>to where the roan horse was waiting on them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the horse drew away galloping at full speed<br>while Sannie locked her arms around him<br>and in vain strong young Weppener, squinty Du Randt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the rest of the riders gathered around the coach<br>jumped on their horses to catch up with them<br>and not one of them or her father<br>ever set eyes on Sannie again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: Jong Koekemoer by A. Brodrick.]</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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