AS I’M writing this, Alistair Izobel’s rendition of My Broetjie my Bra is vibrating through my ear canal and straight into the depths of my soul.
Love the pace the guitarist next to Alistair brings to the Taliep Petersen and David Kramer classic.
The song hits deep. Always has. It takes me back to my days as a laaitie.
As a kid growing up in the late 80s, early 90s, the opening lyrics of this song, “He never knew his dada”, pulled me in from the word go.
See, like many of you out there, I lost my father when I was very young. Five months old, to be exact. I never met him. They say I look like him
and apparently I have the same sense of humour.
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