Dear Papa

Dear Papa,

Meya khona!

A quick update since you left: Mama misses you, profoundly. She is now 61, still working non-stop; you know she never pauses. I will buy her a remote control. Molly: she is finally in Gaborone! She is very happy – since 1975. Nkgotla: well, Rraagwe Rafiwa now, he is married to Onyanas: Mma Molefhe’s granddaughter. They have a baby boy, Rafiwa.

I’m still ko Moseja – Mama still wants me home; and I just finished unibesithi – finally. Mama was right! She is a lekgoa: Michaela.

Do you remember your perfectly framed, blue marriage-certificate? The one that had always hung on the wall – in the sitting room. As soon as I could read, I must have been like 5, 6, 7 years old; I precisely noted your age when you and Mama married. 33 years you were, she 20.

I have always imagined how I would look like at 33; how successful I would be: the perfect job I would have; how many mansions, luxury cars I would own; places I would see! Finally, the day came, I am 33! Well, since last year. All that I ever imagined came, not in the form of material possessions that I ONLY thought of – but INNER PEACE. I believe I have finally met my higher self. He talks a lot too; slightly short tempered – but a lot calmer. Although, I must admit: my overprotective arrogant ego is constantly trying to displace me. However, just like you taught me to water ditlhare regularly ­– I will nurture ‘him’ regularly. Thanks to you: I have been working all along to reach this perfect 33.

Like you always used to say: ”Tantji Rra”.

Your Son,

Beglik

P.S. The material possessions are well coming. Whenever.

Please, greet everybody for me.