konteks/subteks

'n Week of twee gelede skryf ek vir N:

I slept like a baby last night – I SLEPT! HALLELUJA!! – was in a good mood all day; still am.
And after work today my brother called: he’s in town tonight, wants to get together. So I show up at the guest house where he’s spending the night, and we sit in the garden, under a big tree with those wide, spreading branches – the sound of crickets in the background, lovely cool breeze, each of us drinking a Heineken….. It’s strange how my relationship with my brother has changed over the years. At first (as in the pictures I showed you) he was very protective; later he pretty much ignored me for the twelve years of my school career. In my first year at university he brought me a chocolate one day and tried to convert me to his church/cult – I declined – and for the next three years I didn’t see much of him. And all of a sudden he has metamorphosed back into the protective big brother, family man, concerned relative, heart attack waiting to happen…..
But tonight was good; it was good to see him again, good to sit under a tree and fall back into the old patterns of conversation. He doesn’t really get me, but he tries. I don’t get him – but I try. I guess the effort counts for a lot. It’s nice to know that we still have enough in common that we can talk for two hours without running out of things to say. Of course there’s a lot I can’t say to him, things that he wouldn’t understand about my life or that he won’t approve of – but that goes without saying. We share a history, and that binds us together. That, and blood.

Gisteraand sê hy: "You are my favourite part." Alles is konteks.

the suspense is killing me

Ek wag al weer. Dis besig om 'n gewoonte te raak. Hy is altyd laat maar dis onmoontlik om vir hom kwaad te raak. Hierdie verhouding werk doodeenvoudig nie so nie. Ek is vir hom 'n veilige, non-judgemental plek - waar hy sy diepste, donkerste vrese en drome kan deel, en ek myne. Dit werk.