We grew up being poor. My father was a migrant mine worker and we used to move a lot.
At first you remember the names of the new friends you meet, but you soon realize that you will not see them again. So you only remember faces.
My parents got divorced when I was still young, so, I had to grow up very quickly.
I was looking after my mother and three sisters, since I was 13 years old. I had to work after school so that I can support them.
I had to leave school at the end of Standard 8, now known as Grade 10, to start to work on the mines full time to support my family.
In the 80's, I had to enlist in the National Defence Force and in December 1983 there was Operation Askari.
After my time in the Army, I returned to the mines.
I was diagnosed with PTSD and Anxiety Attacks. I write poetry as a means to cope with my PTSD and Anxiety Attacks and to serve as a stress reliever.
I am interested in science and technology.
My heroes are Leonardo da Vinci, Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla and Jules Verne.
I bring tribute to my mother, Ans Botha 22 Nov 1943 to 5 Dec 2009, who took care of our 5 children and did her best to raise us as a single mother, and my brother Barend Frederik Keen 26 Feb 1964 to 18 Jul 2015.
I also acknowledge my sisters Oliana Keen De Villiers, Amalia Keen van Rhyn and Adriana Keen Young. Thanks for your love, patience, support and motivation.
A special thanks to my sister whom I only got to know at a later stage in my life, Isabel Joubert. I love you all. (P.S. - Sadly Isabel passed away in 2020. You will be dearly missed)
Other women came into my life, but unfortunately the things they did behind my back made me skeptical about love. I will never expose my heart like that ever again and I will never love that way again. I will protect my heart from ever being broken again.