The announcement that The National Arts Council of Botswana Act, 2020 is, is good news. Or maybe not? Before ululating, or grieving, perhaps we should be...
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...