My grandmother often tells me of the time her nephew drove her to South Africa to check on her son’s health sometime in the mid 1990s. She’d been told he was not well by neighbours who worked with him on the mines.
It’s the honour and privilege of my life to embark on this journey of attempting to explore and document the experiences of Botswana ex-migrant miners in apartheid South Africa.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 