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.