Sunday, 31 December 2023
Happy New Year
Wednesday, 27 December 2023
Monday, 25 December 2023
Sunday, 24 December 2023
John 3:16
A king born to a nation
A nation which soon turned against him
A son of liberation
In the dark night of Bethlehem
A son is born
A son of GOD
Who's heart is wrenched
By deeds of heart
His people seem to do as they please
With no one at his knees
His son is sent to make peace
Surrounded by the wicked
The son was Seized
By Sanhedrin
Elderly respected priests
Who tore his garment
And spit to his face
Whom his presence was a mockery
To his friends
Today a son of God
Is born
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 24 December 2023]
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Wednesday, 20 December 2023
Wednesday, 13 December 2023
Wednesday, 6 December 2023
Monday, 4 December 2023
Saturday, 2 December 2023
Ons groet 2023 ...
Die onderwys- en administratiewe personeel het Woensdagaand hulle jaarlikse eindfunksie gehou met Oscar-toekennings as hulle tema.
Foto's: André van Dyk en Megan van der Ross
Poem: The moment I cry
The fear shall be unleash
That sympathy be put to sleep
And the wicked would never sleep
Ranged by their wicked deeds
I shall shower it upon their face
That I'd share my taste
As it washes their fate ...
Fate, fate, fate
Is it what they enslaved
Enslaved by old dark hands
Which look familiar
Whos tongue curse her
As a sign of favour
I cry, cry and cry
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]
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Friday, 1 December 2023
Die top 10 na Gold Reef City ...
Die 40 top 10-leerders kon die vreugde smaak van hulle kant bring. Hulle het hard gewerk om die voorreg te hê om hierdie dag in die goue stad deur te bring, met al die vermaak, lag en lekkernye
Poem: First December*
Pens Down!
We matrix are now out.
We shall remember the blue yard,
Where we had played our part.
We shall remember the old Visagie that
taught us art.
We shall remember teachers who became parents.
We can't believe it has come to an end,
This is by far a memory to defend.
1st December, A lineage of friends
Brothers of HTS
We were learners today
We now leaders of tomorrow
Gone are the days
Of wicked sorrow
No more the smell of fuming ink
Nor the blade of white paper
The bespoke of our hardship labour
Where we once thought of its strategic slavery.
The leaky ink shared a stamp as we left
Just as the first time we met
With white shirts written in black
We Tekkies!!!
Are made by HTS
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]
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