Tirelo Sechaba

I hated Tirelo Sechaba

 I have a vivid memory of the talkative Hollister and the ever-smiling Modiri. Alternating, the duo were driving a blue, maybe white, Hilux to the village of Mochudi. This is when I was 12-years-old. The only time I have been to Tirelo Sechaba. The time my sister suddenly left us. 

 My sister, Molly, was once a kindergarten teacher, at Mochudi. Early 1993, as soon as she had completed Senior Secondary School, with no warning, she left us, for her Tirelo Sechaba, or National Service. It was the first time she was not at home anymore. I particularly noticed her absence over the weekends. I missed Dolly Parton; I missed Mariah Carey; I missed Whitney Houston; I missed Bryan Adams; and I missed Kid Colt & Tessa. Following kindergarten, she went on to study at the University of Botswana, in Gaborone, the capital. Although she visited most weekends, home was not the same ever since Hollister and Modiri drove Molly away.

 Molly left round about the time that I learned to cook, and also, narrated more stories to my 10-year-old brother. 

Molly finally came back home when I was 17, and, unfortunately, she was my Commerce teacher at the Seepapitso Senior Secondary School. 
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