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Shut the Door

Its amazing to look deep at a lion’s glare and see a puppy… this goes to prove that there is a heart in every stone cold person.

As much as majority of people are against the beliefs and morals of the late AWB leader Terre'Blanche, SABC 3 Special Assignment broad casted a live interview done by the dead Boer comrade.

As much as I am of different nature to this man, and as much as I have bitter blood for his kind but I do respect a man who is Pro humanity and Fairness.

His arrogance may have propelled him to become the male chauvinist that he was now that was unfortunate. And this man was seen as the devil on a horse because of his ways and means.

But this is just a mere example of how a person can be so misunderstood and misjudged to the point where they become that which is perceived of them. And also the opposite of this situation can also occur, when chance and chance again is given and yet one fails to understand or manipulate that chance to their favour.

It is gruesome and sad to see such perfection go to waste, to watch a door shut in front of your face helplessly allowing it because you see no other way from stopping the wing from blowing. You can not keep the beautiful view of the outside because of the wind that it brings in. You slowly still looking outside push the door to close it.

The view is not worth it if you have to wipe your eyes of tears every time when you look at it, and closing the door to something beautiful is heart breaking and suicide.

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