Chris van der Westhuizen

Drupreën uit die wolke -
die koue wil ons knak.
Nooi gou uit jou maters,
dis tyd vir pannekoek bak.

Die reuk van die kaneel,
met suiker soet soos stroop,
vul die hele kamer...
nou wil niemand loop!

Die stofie in my kamer
skep ’n warm atmosfeer.
En ons as Afrikaners
sal dié tradisie nooit verleer.

Oor soveel kan ons kuier
met ’n soet ding in die hand -
vir pannekoek tydens reën
gee ek my een voortand!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3de Jaar)

Pancakes While It Rains

Raindrops falling from the skies,
The cold now knocking at our thighs.
Call your mates without delay -
It’s pancake-baking time today!

The scent of cinnamon in the air,
With sugar sweet beyond compare,
Fills the room from wall to wall -
Now no one wants to leave at all.

The stove inside my little room
Spreads warmth while pancakes start to bloom.
And we, proud South Africans, stay
True to this tasty, rainy-day way.

So much to share, so much to say,
With something sweet to pass the day.
For pancakes when it starts to pour -
I’d give my front tooth, maybe more!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3rd Year - Translated from Afrikaans)