By Lynn Roff
We were in the SPAZA shop. “SIES, JONG, these tomatoes are VROT.” said my OUMA who was cutting them on a KIAAT board, making BREDIES.
“ISIT, VROU?” asked my OUPA, rolling his r because he has a BREI (or BREY). He stood there with his KAAL BOEP sticking out of his too small shirt, making SOSATIES for the TANNIES to buy for their Saturday BRAAI – they are the best BRAAIED.
“EISH, but there are a lot of new scrabble words for OUS to learn. It will be especially EINA if they’re a bit of a JAAP like me,” I complained as I took a SKYF (smoke) on my ZOL.
“You’re not DOF, though it would help if you cut down on the dagga,” ouma said to me, giving a KLAP to the BRAK who was trying to steal some meat. “So many words are in the TAAL.”
“NOOIT!” I said.
“JA, BOERTJIE, it’s not KAK. You can have a JOL using them.”
Just then Piet stopped by. He’s a POEP when he’s drunk and could easily MOER someone then, but he was sober now.
“Hey, BOET, ” I said and told him what ouma had said.
“SJOE! JIRRE! JINNE!” He was surprised.
“BRU,” I said, suddenly full of VOEMA. “WENA (you) and I should start learning now.”
“YEBO!” he agreed. “KIFF (excellent)!”

Posted on June 3rd, 2007 by Barry
Filed under: Words