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In an incongruous mixture of a population-hodgepodge. In bullet-whistling where everyone ducks bewildered. There where the hair frizzles wildly in all directions. In madness wild, wide, cruel, and rough. In a wheezing the big coughing begins. Look, on the fields there is also nothing to harvest. The towns and cities lie scorched, destroyed. With most infrastructures broken and rusted.

The Boer, once so dignified and rugged, is now almost completely destroyed.  In a country where almost everyone peeks greedily at each other’s property. There where service delivery slowly drags on just like a sloth. In that country the rumble of transport will soon fall silent. While transport syndicates wage war against each other. While trade unions savagely silence each other backwards and forwards over everything.

Tourism also waged war with Covid. Yes, will few tourists left that still want to tour this country.  The fields, informal settlements, towns, and cities lie scorched as black as soot. But it is still better here than for all the country-deserters who would greet farewell. Look, globally it appears more terrifying, unstable, and wild everywhere. Therefore, man now must just pay for all their transgressions.