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The surface of the once set-apart country was meted three times. So, which power will pitch its marker flag there?  An once God-loved volk is sitting dressed in sackcloth and ashes. But nobody listens to their sorrow and pain. Like the city of Nineveh once, their lot has also already been meted.  

But postponement, to their rescue, is not meted for them.  With ruins smouldering under smoke columns, the big fires unto destruction have already been lit long ago. The famine begins to hand its empty menu to the population, and it lacks every dish.  

The previous prosperity of this country lies hidden deep under corruption. Therefore, the masses begin to take cruel revenge on the authorities. It is too late for churches to now want to preach neighbourly love. Yes, in a country where the war cry resounds everywhere. In this period nobody has much anymore.  

The country citizens have forgotten what the word commercial means. At the silos there are no mills operating anymore. Therefore, the shop shelves are standing empty without oil and flour. With unprecedented numbers that just could not stop breeding, everyone desperately begins to steal food for their hordes of children.   

In a country with its surface meted three times for a world-order. Instead of seeing a foreign man’s marker flag pitched there, in Soweto as well as Potchefstroom I see an assegai pitched into the ground next to an old “voorlaaier” muzzle loader.