"..our windmills use both the good and the bad winds as indicators to our advantage. They turned their faces to the rain bringing east wind and when the wind changed they simply swivelled their faces towards the west wind, picking up speed and continuing their delivery of water from the depths of the earth. The area around our windmill and its cement dam was lush and green, with a garden, fruit trees, vegetables, lucerne and cement troughs filled with water, from which the sheep could drink- an oasis in the parched land.
As the son of the Karoo, what I observed and learnt from the windmill taught me a valuable lesson: whatever the circumstances in my future life, whether good or bad, I would use them to my and fellow humanbeings' benefit so that all around me there would be the fertile soil of compassion, love, hope and laughter."
