Je was op zoek naar: toeka (Afrikaans - Engels)

van toeka
from early on

van toeka af
way back

van toeka tot nou
from then to now

friends van toeka af
my friend from then on

van toeka se dae/tyd
since way back

sentence with friends van toeka af
sentence with friends van toeka af

memories of toeka until now i sit and gaze longingly out the window strange... far... lost..... suddenly the nostalgic smell of my grandmother's nut coffee evokes worn memories. i want to run to the kitchen. embrace her. the sound of her voice sings in my ears. the smell of fresh farm bread enters my nose. what's stopping me? the strange... distant longing. i miss my grandfather's long cigars - a mixture of nectar and nostalgia. he could sketch a story that made da vinci's efforts look like puppetry. time stood still. i would like it to stop. stop... break... stand. where is the rooster early in the morning when i have to get up? the bleating of the sheep in the fold? i miss the sounds... the conversations.... i wish i could turn back time. it stops. relive the memories: grandma's voice as sweet as honey. her peasant food that melts in my mouth. the smell of fresh linen on my bed. her scent longing... vanishing. the family photo on the desk is worn. vague. crumbled. it's like it ignited my memories. my film ran out in places. i am confused. afraid. angry at myself. why can't i remember or unfold my thoughts? i try to organize my thoughts a task far above my fireplace. when? where? what? the questions that grind through my head like worn clothes in a washing machine. it's like my mind has been washed clean. washed out. washed up. my thoughts are not like new clothes you can buy in a store. it is priceless. unrecoverable. i wish there was a store where thoughts were available. where i could go looking. going to understand i want to go back. after the smell of a meat on the coals. a milk mustache is made with the dairy cow's nectar. i miss the farm... the country... my country. time stands still in africa, but here? it flies. i want to fly away from this wilderness. back. home in my house. i want to feel the sun on my body again. getting lost in the timeless tram of my home. it feels so far... desolate. i want to get out. get away. return. the nausea hits me like a nail in the throat. i long for... humanity. being at home. timelessness. come get me i no longer want to exist in the characterless catastrophe. take me back back to my memories... heroes... hope. i want to wake up in my bed again. i want to remember again.... everything seems strange northern ver
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