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He had learned to open windows and was looking through our French door,
when a labourer from the telephone company walked into the yard. On seeing
Buddy, the labourer mouthed the word 'voertsak' and motioned with his hand
towards ...
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BABYDOLL ...
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They cannot kill us all: an eyewitness account of South ...
Voertsak! (Fuck off) . . . Louie La- Gran-gee . . . Voertsak!" It grew louder and
louder and echoed off the stone facades of the buildings on De Villiers Street
until the air resonated with the vibrations of a hysterical crowd in a packed
stadium.
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Amazon to Zami: towards a global lesbian feminism
To them diet poisons, my sisters I say voertsak, voertsak I don't want a slender
kind of love 'Black Sisters' by Elizabeth Khaxas ( I994)' Lesbians are still almost
invisible in our country. But we do exist! We are a small and diverse community in
a ...
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Bursting world: an autobiography, 1936-45
Whenever I took Rags for a walk and saw a member of the staff in the offing, I
would make a great play of shouting 'go home', 'voertsak jou brak', at him, as if he
were an unwanted stray. He would sit down, and cock his head on one side, ...
"Voertsak! Get out of my way." Swartz shook his head and grinned, his lips
writhing back over stained teeth. He snarled something in harsh Afrikaans. "I don'
t know what you're saying. Get out of my way." With a sneer Swartz turned to the
huge, ...
Frederick Escreet Smith, 1955
... padkos piet-my-vrou pondok regs robot rondavel rooinek sies or sis shame
sjambok skollie skrik slegs sosatie spruit stoep sukkel tagati takkie tokoloshe
totsiens toyi toyi tula umfaan vasbyt velskoen voertsak,voetsak vry wag 'n bietjie
winkel ...
"Voertsak. you bloody kaffir!" he yelled. "D'you think I'd let you lay your filthy black
hands on my wife . . . ?" The doctor shrugged hopelessly, went back to his car
and drove off. An African who was standing near me in the little crowd spat into
the ...
Lee Foster Hartman, Frederick Lewis Allen, 1962
