A lovely goodwill morning, people united
by a common bond of positive relations,
cheerful dispositions created by the beauty
of Africa’s landscapes, officials with bright
smiles meeting in work stations, regarding
slides, making small talk, supporting each
other, the boss called, still ill in bed
Hanlie acting today, she will be strict, her
smile warm, June frowning concentration,
Hermien cool efficiency, Ina twittering and
fluttering about, seeking meaning for living
in a cage, caring for underdogs and injured
hearts of all kinds; Alet supporting dreams,
Dea being ethereal in soft green gauze
Dr Sukumane talking with sunshine in her
voice, Mr Mohapi scanning the horizon,
Ntsoaki nursing a new hairstyle, Romeo
still looking happy confusion...
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