It is with great sadness that we inform you of the death of Westsider writer Gerrit Bos. Our heartfelt condolences go out to his family and friends, and to his dear partner Athena.
Gerrit was a writer and a thoughtful, gentle soul.
He was an academic and a teacher.
He was a son, a brother.
He was my agapi (love).
He was all the things and more, and in different ways and perhaps even in a different form, he will continue to be them still.
THE COLD WIND OF WINTER – PART II.
by Gerrit Bos
The cold wind of winter made the summer seem so distant.
The once warm sun now breathed chilled despair.
The road was long but had to be passed.
The monotony of the horizon broken by a car.
Light in the distance approaching –
Staring him blind: growing larger.
On passing, it stopped.
‘Where are you going?’
He did not know.
‘Do you want a lift?’
He could only go alone.
The car now leaving.
Its back lights disappearing in the night.
However, the road now seemed somewhat shorter, the end closer.
On he walked …
The River …
Vivienne Worbeck – aged 13 (with Gerrit Bos)
Did the river want a bridge built over it?
Did the trees want a road?
How far will we go before we lose what we already have?