Kameel Stoepstorie: A right turn at the corner café

As I turn right at the corner café. 

Leaving the city lights in my rear view mirror.

 I always seem to notice things that were always there but, if I may be so blunt not always that important to me. 

The corner cafe

Who am I?
I am Samantha van den Berg
I’m twenty three years old but my soul is only two or… just about two. Two years from when I first started turning right at the corner café and started seeing life.
Call me Sammy 

 I tend to drive and as I get closer two the silos. I see the sadness in the plough lands and all the cattle next to the road caused by the drought.

Don’t get me wrong in this blanket of sadness you have a small town that has planted a very small seed of love, caring and light right into my heart …Kameel. 

 

 A place where you don’t even have to put on the TV on Saturdays because you can hear how the Springboks are playing by the reaction of your next door neighbour or on a good Sunday special can be anything from family lunches to “potjie kos”. 

The potjie filled with the goodness of country life is slowly getting ready for a feast. 

The workers coming in from farms all around, the music starts to play at the local shop. In the one corner you have those listing to the soccer match between pirates and chiefs. A dance off between a man and a lady. And people standing observing just to get the time by.

On the farm in Kameel anything can happen,
it’s a place where for a sable his best friend can be sheep. 

Where the full moon can make it seem as if twilight can go on forever or when you don’t have to add a “filter” to a photo. It’s a place where you realize that just how curious animals can be and how a simple farm house holds the most precious of memories.

Standing on the railway I cannot help to wonder 50 years back- knowing that the Kameel sign next to it used to brand-new.

 People were coming from where ever the railway starts or ends knowing that this place is somewhere in the middle and that so much history has gone by. 

Sitting on the swing chair, I hear an old truck making his way on the gravel road. The ducks in the pond right next to me and an irritating noise coming from the shed from a power tool.

I see the flower that were planted and reminds you of family that has been taken to soon, a dog being naughty and eating a sock.

The braai fire is getting ready 

I smell the wood burning from the braai that is about to start and the bread in the oven.

Kameel, a rustic place which you can find turning right at the corner café.

Thanks for visiting 

Sammy