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Die wrede, ou koning was dood. Oral deur die koningkryk was daar
feesvieringe, want niemand was lief vir die koning nie. Sommige het
gese hulle het hom geprys, uit vrees wat hy aan hulle mag doen. Die
ou wrede koning was dood; hoop het soos 'n pilaar, stewig en sterk,
gerys; dit het geklim, op, op, tot in die hoogste hemele. Daar sou
weer goedheid in die land wees. Daar sou vir almal liefde en respek
wees. Daar sou geluk in oorvloed wees; armoede, mishandeling en
siekte sou daar nie meer wees nie. Of so het hulle gedink...
Long ago, the people of Gwadana lived simple, but happy, lives.
They had found the secret of happiness. Their lives were very, very
orderly. No one broke the rules. There were no police and no jails
in that village. There were rules for just about anything and
everything you care to think of, and everybody knew those rules
well. Yes, they knew the rules very, very well indeed and happily
obeyed them all. Until one day ...
In ’n land, nie ver hiervandaan nie, en nie so lank gelede nie, het
Hlohlesakhe en sy familie gelukkig gewoon, totdat ’n vreeslike
droogte oor die land gekom het. Mense was honger en het aan
hongersnood gely totdat hulle so maer geword het dat jy die
ribbebene van ’n volwasse man deur sy klere kon tel. Een dag,
terwyl hy desperaat na iets gesoek het om huis toe te neem na sy
familie, het Hlohlesake diep in die woud ingewandel opsoek na
wortels en bessies ...
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Stronger than lion (Paperback)
Sindiwe Magona; Illustrated by Nicole Blomkamp
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R85
R73
Discovery Miles 730
Save R12 (14%)
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Ships in 15 - 25 working days
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In a land not so far away and not that long ago, Hlohlesakhe and
his family lived happily, until a terrible drought came to the
land. People went hungry and starved until they got so thin you
could count the ribs of a grown man through his clothes. One day,
while he was desperately looking for something to take home to feed
his family, Hlohlesakhe wandered deep into the forest in search of
roots and berries ...
Nyaniso hates Sunday School. He knows all the Bible stories the
Sunday School teacher tells them. He heard those stories long
before he was big enough to go to Sunday School. Heard them from
Makhulu, and many more stories besides. .He has attended Sunday
School for many, many years and heard those stories over and over
again. He used to like them. Used to like going to Sunday School,
too. Then Lunga came.
Nyaniso hates Sunday School. He knows all the Bible stories the
Sunday School teacher tells them. He heard those stories long
before he was big enough to go to Sunday School. Heard them from
Makhulu, and many more stories besides. .He has attended Sunday
School for many, many years and heard those stories over and over
again. He used to like them. Used to like going to Sunday School,
too. Then Lunga came.
The old, cruel king was dead. All over the kingdom there were
celebrations, for no one had loved the king. Some said they had
praised him, fearing what he might do to them. The old, cruel king
was dead; hope rose like a pillar, sturdy and strong; it climbed
up, up, up to highest heavens. There would be kindness in the land.
There would be love and honour for all. There would be happiness in
abundance; poverty, abuse and disease would be no more. Or so they
thought...
In a land far, far away, a long time ago, a certain town was
suddenly beset by a plague of mice. And all were scared of nothing
and no one. These mice chased dogs and firghtened cats and made
them scuttle off, tails between their legs! The townspeople called
a meeting. To the mayor, they said “We eleccted you to help solve
our problems. Come on, then! Help us solve this problem before it
is too late!” they did not pay him to grow fat and do nothing…
In a land not so far away and not that long ago, Hlohlesakhe and
his family lived happily, until a terrible drought came to the
land. People went hungry and starved until they got so thin you
could count the ribs of a grown man through his clothes. One day,
while he was desperately looking for something to take home to feed
his family, Hlohlesakhe wandered deep into the forest in search of
roots and berries...
Long ago, the people of Gwadana lived simple, but happy, lives.
They had found the secret of happiness. Their lives were very, very
orderly. No one broke the rules. There were no police and no jails
in that village. There were rules for just about anything and
everything you care to think of, and everybody knew those rules
well. Yes, they knew the rules very, very well indeed and happily
obeyed them all. Until one day…
In a land not so far away and not that long ago, Hlohlesakhe and
his family lived happily, until a terrible drought came to the
land. People went hungry and starved until they got so thin you
could count the ribs of a grown man through his clothes. One day,
while he was desperately looking for something to take home to feed
his family, Hlohlesakhe wandered deep into the forest in search of
roots and berries...
Nyaniso hates Sunday School. He knows all the Bible stories the
Sunday School teacher tells them. He heard those stories long
before he was big enough to go to Sunday School. Heard them from
Makhulu, and many more stories besides. He has attended Sunday
School for many, many years and heard those stories over and over
again. He used to like them. Used to like going to Sunday School,
too. Then Lunga came.
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uMma weNyezi (Paperback)
Sindiwe Magona; Illustrated by Nicole Blomkamp
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R85
R73
Discovery Miles 730
Save R12 (14%)
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Ships in 15 - 25 working days
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Long ago, the people of Gwadana lived simple, but happy, lives.
They had found the secret of happiness. Their lives were very, very
orderly. No one broke the rules. There were no police and no jails
in that village. There were rules for just about anything and
everything you care to think of, and everybody knew those rules
well. Yes, they knew the rules very, very well indeed and happily
obeyed them all. Until one day…
Nyaniso haat Sondagskool. Hy weet al Bybelverhale die die
Sondagskool onderwyser vertel hulle. Hy hoor die stories lank
voordat hy groot genoeg is om te gaan tot Sondag School was. Gehoor
hoe hulle uit Makhulu, en nog vele meer stories behalwe. Hy
bygewoon het Sondag Skool vir baie, baie jare en hoor die stories
oor en oor weer. Hy gebruik om hulle te hou. Gebruik om te wil gaan
Sondagskool ook. Toe kom Lunga.
The old, cruel king was dead. All over the kingdom there were
celebrations, for no one had loved the king. Some said they had
praised him, fearing what he might do to them. The old, cruel king
was dead; hope rose like a pillar, sturdy and strong; it climbed
up, up, up to highest heavens. There would be kindness in the land.
There would be love and honour for all. There would be happiness in
abundance; poverty, abuse and disease would be no more. Or so they
thought ...
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