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Stefan is een van Johan se werkers wat soggens die beeste melk. Ons het die weelde om dan, sonder dat ons hoef te bekommer oor voer of beeste aanjaag, koei-warm melk uit die kan te gaan skep.

Een oggend dra ek 'n paar ou tekkies van my saam met ons beker af melkery toe.

"This is a size 8, Stefan. Do you think you can use them? What size are you?"

Met groot belangstelling word die skoene by my gevat en van alle kante bekyk.

"I wear a size 9," sê hy, "or 8..."

Die waterskoene word uitgetrek en die tekkies aangepas. Vir 'n rukkie staan hy doodstil met sy oë stip teen die een muur asof hy sy brein kans gee om wat daar onder gebeur ordentlik te registreer. Dan skielik stamp hy elk van sy voete met die "nuwe" tekkies aan hard op die grond.

"Yes, they fit," kondig hy met 'n breë glimlag aan.

Met my vol beker melk loop ek terug huis toe en dink aan Dalene Matthee se Fiela se Kind. Wanneer Elias en Barta dorp toe gaan om die kind wat in die Langkloof gekry is te gaan uitken, probeer hulle so netjies as moontlik lyk om 'n goeie indruk te skep. Barta leen selfs 'n paar skoene by haar buurvrou Malie, maar dis te groot vir haar en dit flap aan haar voete met elke tree wat sy gee. Hoogs geïrriteerd laat Elias haar sit. Hy trek die skoene uit, pluk gras aan die kant van die pad en bondel dit voor in die skoene tot hulle Barta pas en sy siel kan rus.

Om een of ander rede het iets wat Joan Kruger jare gelede in 'n Rooi Rose geskryf het my nog altyd bygebly. Sy het vertel van haar pa wat arm grootgeword het en as jongman 'n paar skoene gekry het. Dit was te groot vir hom, maar het gepas.

"Want" het sy gesê, "'n arm mens het nie size nie."

Die minste wat ek onder die omstandighede vir Stefan kan doen is om 'n nommer 8 te dra. En selfs dit hoop ek sal my vergewe word.


George




* Source: http://walpapperde.blogspot.co.za/2015/02/35-best-shoes-hd-wallpapers.html





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