The greatest women on mother earth I tell you! Her name is Carey Bellamy and she is the reason I look the way I do ... beautiful! I was created in her image, well by her imagery, her painting MAN, can't hear my words I'm speaking? Leave me out!

 

She is an amazing artist living in some Port or something on the East Coast of Australia. WOuld you believe I have never met her? I was adopted out at an early age, but I still love her and speak to her ia epos.

 

 

 

Now here's a horse of a different colour. I don't mean as in dark or light bliksem I just mean he's a difficult ou. But I have to give him credit he thought of me long before my Ma could sketch me, but let me tell you I am not my Pa's son, so to speak. His thoughts are not my thoughts, my thoughts are my own. Besides, he doesn't hold a candle to my intelleksie. So don't be knockign on his door asking why BK is speakign his mind so freely. He brought me to life, but he is not my tongue! Oh, I almost forgot ... his name is Philip Scott (or as his people now him Filip Skot, yes he is a cousin of that other famous Skot Skot from Skattejag, not that Skot Skot would ever admit to that mind, and who can blame him ek se)

 

This here is the way back to the tuis plaas (home for those of you unedumacated ones)