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I Sing of Andre Kelbrik of South Africa

I Andre Kelbrik was a realtor in Pretoria, akin to Washinton or Ottowa I was in South Africa's first free & fair Foreign Ministry, Deputy to Schwarz, Head of the Communications Hub: we issued DNB, summary of News To all ambassadors and consulates of South Africa, abroad ... I had no interest in business. Thanks to Andre, I am a landlord today I sing of Andre and Marina, who befriended me in PRETORIA, closed to me Until the election of Nelson Mandela in 1994 (Apr 27), taking office in '95 II Now, I know the ups and downs of business, even renting out 3 FLATS I wanted just one, as I was far from family (in Washington, D.C.) - But Andre kept finding these good deals, and sold me three woonstele Even helping kick out in 1999, a fellow-Indian, but a scheming tenant And since then, all my tenants have tried to rob, not pay, squat: Because of the changing post-apartheid business dispensation They'd get off (Prayer?) since I was often with my daughters in USA III In 2012, my US citizen daughter who turned 21, sponsored me I had to remain in the US of A, and leave only with USCIS consultation So I hung in there, being father, pastor, teacher ... tenants went to town I must have lost a million Rands, good money in any country - So I know about dangers of democracy, being equal and all - Yet, there is no other way. We cannot kill to keep what we gained here Which is but of earth, every treasure, & Earth will claim it all

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