The Seer

Robert had passed by the post office to mail a letter to his parents. He was heading back to the harbor when he came across Mr. T. de Klerk, a farmer who had fought during the First War, many whispered that he never came back the same. Once back home, he became reclusive and antagonist, fighting with anyone that crossed him. Most staid out of his way, but sometimes that was impossible. Robert made the mistake of glancing in his direction.

“Your Uncle owes me some money,” Mr. T. de Klerk exclaimed loudly. “When is he going to pay me? And stop looking at me that way! Everyone looks at me that way! I don’t like it! Stop it!”

Robert was unable to respond. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turn to see his Uncle releasing him from his daze.

“Tom, what business you have with me, is jut between you and me,” Uncle Oom, urged Robert to leave, “not with my nephew.”

“You owe me money,” Mr. T. de Klerk was still agitated. “Do you think I have forgotten about it, well I haven’t.”

“Very well, Tom,” Uncle Oom calmly said. “Let’s go back to you place and settle this.”

“Fine, by me!” Mr. T. de Klerk hurried off.

Uncle Oom quickly turned to Robert. “I might be home late, don’t wait for me,” and limped off after Mr. T. de Klerk

Uncle Oom was probably the only man who visited Mr. T. de Klerk at his farm, mostly to keep him out of trouble. Mr. T. de Klerk was not an easy man to deal with, he had accumulated enemies from other towns. It wasn’t to anybodies surprise when he was found dead. He hadn’t been seen for days around the town. Uncle Oom had gone searching for him and found him floating in the lake. The story goes that he had been chased into a river by a group of angry men shooting at him.

Robert, continued down the dirt road when he came upon an old oak tree. He recalls a moment when he had overheard the Seer mentioned many things to come, things that have not passed, warning his friends. The oak tree represented a dream the Seer had. that tree represented, the roots of the town.

“The roots run deep,” the Seer said, “it is the symbol of our town, the bond and love that holds us together, but if that tree is taken down, all those that we love will be lost. The water that runs underneath it to keep it alive is the river of water of life.”

The Seer had many dreams about that tree, he had also proceeded in telling them about the snow that will cease from falling for seven years, and when the seven years end, it will snow again for the last time, marking the last joy, and commemorator the town will ever experience, because they have fallen away, peace and prosperity will be no more.”

Robert had felt a chill go down his spine. He also realized that the seven years had drawn to an end, and that Christmas snow fell over the town.

 

 

 

 

The Seer

Robert, passed by his old home where his family once resided, and couldn’t help feel a sadness overcome him. After the death of his brother, his parents had tried to resume their lives, but the loss had affected them deeply. When Robert turned eighteen, they decided to leave, far away from the memories they held dear. They had hoped Robert would join them, but he had refused. They said their goodbyes and departed. Robert moved in with his Uncle Oom who lived near the harbor.

“Robert, my boy,” General van Rooyen, came walking out his house, which stood on the other side of his abandon family home. “Haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, General,” Robert coyly said. He always admired the General and had hoped to be under his command if the day ever came to that.

“Have you heard from your parents?” General inquired.

“Yes, they write to me frequently,” Robert said.

“I hope is all good news?” The General asked with a straight face.

“It is General,” Robert said. “They settled up North where my mother’s sister lives. I was just on my way to mail them this letter I wrote to them.”

“I sure miss them,” The General said, “give them my regards.”

“I will, General.”

“Before, I forget,” the General said, “I saw Eliza by the river yesterday. I don’t know if that matters to you.”

“How did she appear?” Robert was curious about his old friend.

“The same as the last time I saw her,” the General said. “I left a pair of shoes on her doorstep, hoping she would wear them. But, she was out wandering by the river barefoot. Her father, Zachariah, use to go there to meditate with his old black book… such a shame, Zachariah is not with us anymore, he was a good man, a good soldier. He was under my command during the First War. He save me and my man more times than I could count. It was hard to say goodbye.”

Many had mourned Zachariah’s passing. Robert remembered walking up the steps of his home where everybody had gathered to say their last goodbyes. His closed coffin had been set in the living room, all the chairs had been taken by the elderly and the women, while everybody else stood. He hadn’t seen where Eliza was, he never got the chance to give her his condolences.

“He kept this town together,” General said. “I must be going now. I’ll see you around.”

Robert nodded. He couldn’t help, but realize that Zachariah, was known to have a deep love for his people. A love so deep that he warned his people to keep united that there will forces that will tear the community apart, and embed an evil that will tear them from their roots of their culture and traditions. They were to stay as it had been in the old days.

Zacharia had said many things, but not to everyone, General Rooyen was one of his confidants as well as the Mayor Malan, who had tried desperately to find the old black book Zachariah always carried.

Unbeknowest to Robert, after the death of Dr. Verwoerd, a second war had broken out, and Robert would soon be under the command of General Rooyen. Though, many men of the town will die hard, their spirits would not be broken and their freedom would be regained once more. Years later, when the dust has settled and peace came over, General Rooyen would die peacefully in his sleep at the age of seventy-six.