Meg, Van Der MerweCornelius, Jerome2019-01-212024-10-302019-01-212024-10-302014https://hdl.handle.net/10566/16408Magister Artium - MAHis brown hands, tanned darker than they already were from hours of supervising men shoveling sand and mixing concrete on building sites, gripped the steering wheel. Hendrick Vermeulen drove down Voortrekker Road after a long day’s work. He had dropped off the last of the guys with his bakkie and was looking forward to resting. He was enjoying the cool night air blowing up his arm. And there it was, that mountain. There was nothing more to think about it. It meant nothing to him; a big rock, a marker to remind where he was. The rich people were there by the mountain; he was not. He drove on.enCreative writingShort storiesUniversity of the Western Cape