The Farmers Daughter

“I have something that is very close to me and I wanted to share it with anyone that has time to read it.”

I can not be quiet about what exactly the white minority is enduring in South Africa, especially after Mandela disappeared from the scene.


To keep quiet about the atrocities, brutal killing of innocent farmers and the further threat of taking land, legally obtained and developed by farmers, and that without any compensation, is just not acceptable anymore – in my humble opinion! On top of this the fact that due to reversed discrimination (also known as affirmative action) White people ( a minority in SA!) cannot find work or struggle to find places at University !

All these things create a fear, frustration and deep resentment that can at anytime boil over and lead to major problems!

What follows is the story of an acquaintance of mine: Please read so that you can get an insight into how thousands of people in SA feel and also why so many have left the country of their birth, the country they deeply love!



“I grew up on a farm in the Eastern Free State of South Africa. As a toddler and young kid, I experienced the the joys of learning where food comes from, how to take care of animals, the gift of life, the circle of life, and also many amazing relationships with our African workers on the farm.

They were part of our ‘team’ and the African women in our house took care of us kids as if we were their children. They taught me many things. How to make Maro (an African spinach that grows wild on the farm), Kosmos (a wild flower) crowns, how to make my bed perfectly (and boy, our lady had skills!), and many more things. Most of all, we loved every single worker on our farm and we took care of each other.

I was there when it was the end of Apartheid in 1994 to see the change to laws and regulations to form the ‘rainbow nation’ that was spoken about by the leading political party. At that point, I was a teenager and I was becoming more aware of what is going on in the country and the increase in violent murders against farmers. My dad was running self defence courses through the Commando to teach families on farms how to defend themselves against attackers. We learnt the key survival methods and had a ‘plan’ on what to do in the event of an attack. As the farm attacks increased around the country, so did fear rise up in me (and so my faith). Our guard dogs patrolled our yard 24h a day and acted as our alarm. We knew what to do in the event of possible intruders:
1. Turn off all the lights in the house
2. Crawl on the floor to my parents room
3. Check if the phone is still working (most attacks were planned so phone lines were cut before any attacks and we had no cellphone reception on the farm)
4. Get guns (we all knew how to shoot)
5. Pray. Pray that it’s not an attack. Pray that no one will get raped. Murdered. Tortured.
As a teenager – my biggest fear was being raped. I remember one time walking into our dairy on the farm (where we milk the cows) to get fresh milk for the house. One of our workers (a young guy probably around 18 years old) looked me up and down and said: “I am coming for you. I am going to sleep with you.” I did not feel safe on the farm I grew up on anymore. I could not walk around freely where my life was carved into the soil and rocks on the farm, without the feeling of fear and anxiety.
As a 16 year old, I did not want to be on my own on the farm anymore. Anything would set me off and I had nightmares of being attacked and tortured. Around the same time, my grandma was attacked in her farm in Kwazulu Natal and miraculously survived the attack. Her attacker hurt her so much that she had memory loss at the time and could not remember where she hid the keys to the gates inside the house that led to her bedroom.
Firstly – security gates inside a house for safety? Bars in front of windows and doors? Electric fences, dogs, security systems, guns. Since when did it become the norm in order to feel safe in your own home and on a farm. My grandma now suffers from Dementia and there is a strong belief that it comes from the trauma that she experienced with the attack.
As you can imagine – when my dad got a job opportunity in New Zealand as a high school teacher, I was relieved to move to the other side of the world and experience freedom and safety like never before. Over the months and the first year, my body relaxed, my mind relaxed, and I embraced the safety of my new home. But the sadness was always lingering for leaving behind everything that I knew so well. My friends, my family, my roots, and the identity of being South African. But this is another story for another time.”

The price we paid for safety is something that most people can’t afford or do in South Africa.

Since 1998 and end of 2016, 1848 people have been murdered in farm attacks… LET THAT SINK IN … and this is official figures up and until the end of 2016, we are now mid 2020!

  • Farmers (1,187x).
  • Family members (490x).
  • Farm employees (147x).
  • And even visitors who happened to be there at the time of the attack (24x).
And the figures for this year for farm murders?

An additional  70x farmers, 38 during the month of June 2020 alone!

How is it possible that we are shouting from soap boxes to save the whales and to have equal rights – but no one is shouting ‘stop killing our farmers!’??
I love South Africa and even though I live in Krakow, Poland – South Africa will always be my motherland. I want to shed light on the genocide of our farmers in South Africa and bring some truth to the table. This is by no means a political post and I’m not interested in anyone getting political about it. This is about bringing awareness and hope for my people in South Africa.
As long as the government is turning a blind eye to this truth – our farmers will die. Jobs will be lost. Food will stop being produced and supplied

“I’m hoping that somehow everyone getting together with the same voice will make a change in my beloved country.”

This is why me and my beloved family is living in Krakow, Poland. This is real. May God protect our people in South Africa!
with ♡ from Krakow