Thursday, 11 September 2014

Eenvoud Boerdery


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Die tafel, die weerlig en die Koning van konings




My vlees vra,
“Moet nie te diep dink nie, Berna.
Moet nie al die emosies en gedagtes probeer bewoord nie.
Rus net.”
Maar, al voel ek gedaan na ses maande se swaar dra aan my sewe sakke sout
Sing my gees n gebed van dankbaarheid
n Pryslied aan Yahushua.

“I wouldn’t trade this piece of soil for all the riches of the world”
Was my woorde,
November twintig dertien.
Ek was lief vir Amsterdam Plaas.

Ek onthou die kombuis tafel –
Die put van die plaas huis.
Daar het ons menige gesprekke gevoer,
Die toekoms beplan,
Kwaad gevoelens tussen mekaar uitgestryk,
Moeilike situasies deur gestoei,
Mekaar geseen,
Vriende gevoed,
En ek weet God se engele het op die tafel gedans
Elke keer as ons vars plaas produkte
In n maaltyd – n FEESMAAL verwerk het;
Saam as gesin daaraan gesmul het.

Ek onthou die aand wat U vir MY gegee het.
Die aand toe die weerlig
Op die ritme van die donderweerlied gewals het.
Toe Swaziland se hemel my teater was.
Ek was alleen omring deur lewe.
U het al my gedagtes en drome op gesnipper;
Oor my gestrooi soos goue konfettie oor n bruid.
Net daar het ek geweet my God is groot.

Dit was groter as Amsterdam –
Dit was Swaziland en sy koning
Dit was die buurman se plaas
Dit was Hlanganpisi en Heyshopedam
Dit was die paleise en die shacks
Die Afrikaner in my hart
Die Zulu in my verlede
Die bruin man in my toekoms

Almal.
Alles.
Het voor die Koning gebuig.

182 dae later
1135 myl van Swaziland af
150 bokse tussen toe en nou

Vind ek myself op n ander man se grond.
So lief as wat ek vir Amsterdam was,
So lief het ek vir Breedevlei geword.
Die verlange na Amsterdam het nog nie opgedaag nie.
Ek weet ook nie of dit gaan nie.
Nou weet ek dat díe stukke grond n klein part in n merske masjien is.

Die Een wat die weerlig wals op Amsterdam gediregeer het
Is die Een wat heers oor Breedevlei.
Is die Een was díe water uit die aarde laat vloei.
Is die Een wat díe berge so geplaas het om n breede vlei te vorm.
Is die Een wat hierdie juweel weggesteek het.
Is die Een wat besluit het om my die vooreg –
Die ONVERDIENDE vooreg te gun om vandag hier te mag staan.
Hy is die Koning van die heelal wat in my leef.
Yahushua is my enigste hoop.

Dankie Vader.
Ek sal hierdie stukkie grond waardeer, koester, oppas, lief he...
Tot die dag wat U my anders opdrag gee.

                                 Deur Berna van Zy,l 9 September 2014
   
                                        (Weerlig lied: The blur, the line and the thickest of onions deur Little Comets)   

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

A lady with Strelitzias













Model: Erne van Coller
Styling & Makeup: Berna van Zyl (Adanna)
Photography: Berna van Zyl (Adanna)

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Horticulture vs. Fashion Design vs. Berna



As Wian and I drove from Piet Retief to the farm tonight we talked. The conversation soon turned a bit intense when we couldn’t find a conclusion. We spoke about my future and the decisions I’ve recently made. All this talking got me thinking – and I would like to tell my side of the story.

Last year, during my gap year, I taught myself fashion design. A year’s worth of learning came together at my fashion show. I think the fashion show was a huge success. After the show people accepted that this is what I wanted to be: a fashion designer. To be honest, for a moment there I was also convinced this was my future, Berna van Zyl, Adanna’s fashion designer.

Now I have decided that I want to study Horticulture starting next year. Most people don’t know how to react to my decision. “But aren’t you going to do fashion design???” I know that Horticulture is the last thing someone should be thinking about after a having a fashion show – but it is something that has been growing in me for quite some time now. If I lived my life doing what most of us think is the ‘right’ thing to do, I would not have ended up exploring my love for constructing patterns and sewing clothing. Now my heart and my head are telling me to try Horticulture. My heart and my head are also just as confused as the rest of you. I also don’t always know what on earth I’m doing. I often tell a person one thing and then tell the next person something totally contradicting. This is not easy. I feel like there are two poles in me pulling in opposite directions. How does fashion design and horticulture go together?

Basically I still can’t write a conclusion to this because I still don’t have one. But here is what I think...

I did fashion design because I loved it – and still do. It fascinates me. I do it because I want to. And I want to study horticulture because it intrigues me. Not because I necessarily want to become Horticulturalist, but because I want more knowledge about this subject.

I am not a fashion designer. And I am not a horticulturalist. I am Berna van Zyl. I have an interest in nature, and growing seeds and my own food. I also happen to make most of the clothing I wear.

I don’t know what I’ll be one day. Maybe I’ll still just be Berna. Maybe I will actually find a path in life where nature and fashion comes together... And maybe I won’t even do that. Whatever happens, at least I’ll know I tried everything and loved every part of it.  

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Comfortable in your own skin













Models: Danielle Ficker & Kimbeleigh Becker
Hair & Makeup: Adanna
Photography: Adanna