It was around 1994; my mother would send me to my grandmother’s house (paternal): in the same kgotla. Only 2 houses away from home, to pick up kgomodimetsing; ”you won’t miss it,” she would assure me. She later explained that it just grows naturally around the standpipe; I wondered why nature was not kind to our tap. We would later use it to flavour bush tea (rooibos) or ”posese” as my father praised it. All the years since I had left home, at 19, I thought I did not like hot drinks – maybe because tea made me sleepy? Especially the ones I had during the countless tea breaks throughout my secondary school days. Or it reminded me of coffee? Which I’m not really keen on.
It was not until somewhere around the winter of 2014; when my mother sent me to pick up kgomodimetsing, again! Only this time, I was in Scotland, that I knew – I’ve always loved a minty tea.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 