Ek haat die winter

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Ek haat die winter
(I Hate Winter)
Illustrated by Linta Anish
Written by Kristien Potgieter
Designed by Sabelo Shabangu
Translated by Kristien Potgieter
with the help of the Book Dash participants in Johannesburg on 17 August 2024.
ISBN: 978-1-997425-41-0
Typeset in Lato
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Kristien Potgieter . Linta Anish . Sabelo Shabangu

Op ’n yskoue wintersoggend word Thembeka wakker en wens vir die somerson.

“Tyd om aan te trek, Thembeka!” sê Pappa.

“Ek haat dit om  koud te kry,”

grom Thembeka. “Wanneer gaan  dit weer warm wees, Pappa?”

“Wanneer die lente kom.”

“Maar ek wil plakkies  dra sodat ek my tone  kan wikkel,”

kla Thembeka terwyl sy haar  reënstewels aantrek.

“Ek wil vandag in die swembad saam  met my maats swem.”

“Ek wil nou roomys  eet, Pappa!”

Buite waai ’n ysige wind. “Brrrrr!”
“Ek w-w-wil op my f-f-fiets ry,”  sê Thembeka bibberend.

Vies vou Thembeka haar  arms oormekaar.

“Ek haat die winter!”

’n Rukkie later kom hulle by Ouma se huis aan. Thembeka kry steeds koud en is knorrig.  Dan ruik sy iets.

Wat is daardie reuk?

Daardie wonderlike,  ongelooflike, heerlike reuk?

“Dis my spesiale groentesop,” sê Ouma.  “Ek maak dit net in  die winter.”

“Ek kan seker ’n bietjie sop proe ...”  sê Thembeka onseker.

Ouma skep vir hulle elkeen  ’n stomende bakkie sop in.

Ouma en Pappa hou Thembeka fyn  dop toe sy die sop wil proe.
Wat sal sy daarvan dink?

“Mmmmm!”
Sy het nog nooit sulke lekker sop geproe nie!
Die sop maak haar hele lyf van binne af warm.

“Ek is mal oor die winter!”