I was just talking to my mother. She happily shared with me that, together with her grandson, Rafiwa, they had just been to my father’s parents home. Just 2 houses from her house. Before they entered Rafiwa’s great-grandparents home, they passed the kraal, where they briefly stopped. Although the cattle enclosure must have been empty, the grandmother narrated to her 2-year old grandson its significance in Botswana.
I soo wish I could have heard what she had to tell him, when they finally sat foot at their destination. But it must have gone something like this:
In here your father’s father was born. His grandfather was born here. Buried here is your great-grandfather’s sibling. Your father, at your age, used to visit his late grandparents here.
Always remember that my boy.
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Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 