I wake up. The light is still on in the big house. The creepy-crawly starts up. There was a green snake in the pool yesterday. I hit it with the pool scoop. I hate snakes. I can’t sleep no more because I must get up in a few hours. I have a dop of Commando and I eat half the meat pie what’s left. I go outside the pool house for a piss by the flowers. There’s a helluva lot of flowers and bushes in this garden. The moon is shining on the sea. Oom Frank has got every fucking thing he wants even the moon shining up his arse. We have fuck all. What that outjie says in the Oliver fucking Tambo Airport is right: Ons is nou die kaffers. We are the kaffers now. But we are the real South Africans the real Boers and we lost everything what is belonging to us. Stolen. We made this country and we have been verneuked, cheated. I must drink some more brandy. Not too much because I have to stand up early. Fuck, there is someone in the garden. It’s two o’clock. I hide in the pool house and look out the window. Now there’s another munt just behind. I cock the Beretta. Ten up. Two black guys, kaffers, is walking slowly around. They go to the maid’s room. I see them taking her to the house.