Come September, every year, Rre Molemi reversed into the past to have a conversation with Botswana. The process was the same every year. First he retrieved...
Mind in lockdown, senses in quarantine, words at a distance, out of reach. This column, barely six months old has already gone several mutations. In the...
The high school social studies textbooks I read taught that a Motswana has three homes: legae (a house in a village), moraka (grazing post) and masimo...
Sunday. Almost noon in Gaborone. From the pulpit, Pastor Godwill’s beady eyes follow his most-trusted foot soldiers lug bags of tithes behind a curtain where the...
‘Close that door. Please.’ A door banged shut. Sethunya returned her focus to the book she was reading, flipped back a few pages to find her...
Tjawangwa (TJ) Dema has been on this words road awhile. My first encounter with her poetry was back in 2005, when she was a mentee on...
