Oh, what is the reason for my existence? This I so very much wanted to understand since my earliest origin. But there is one thing that I know since childhood. Yes, since my first breath, my first cry of life, I never ever want to forget the godly origin of my DNA.

Therefore, on this earth, yes on this terrestrial, I speak the most beautiful, highest noble language. Yes, with pride I speak my mother language, namely Caucasian-Afrikaans. Therefore, I will praise and thank my God. Look, chosen I stand on His Right Hand Side. Yes, I will honor and thank Him, because my color is white and Caucasian.

Why would I therefore speak the Matrix, Edom-English language from Boer-mouth? In this way, to stab the noble Boer-soldier of old for a second time with a traitor’s dagger?

What is the reason for my existence? This question I wanted to understand so well, so eagerly, already since my earliest origin. But soon I knew who I was; I am a Boer that lights fires in order to extinguish it again at the right time.

Yes, I know who I am and in the faithfulness to and love for God and neighbor, my soul will rest easily and blissfully. But I will never ever be able to kiss Raca-Cush on the mouth.

From an English sound, spoken from the Boer-side, the unpleasant stench of hell’s haughtiness rises. It leaves the entire volk crippled and sick.

Therefore, on this earth, yes on this terrestrial, I speak the most beautiful, highest noble language. I raise my head and before God and human I speak my beloved Mother Language without hesitation, yes with pride, I speak my pure, Caucasian-Afrikaans!