Heritage, heritage, heritage. The Zhu People of the San. The Mbukushu people. Human settlement spanning millennia. Beautiful rock art. Summits and depressions. The Stone Age, almost sliding off slippery cliffs, miles away from civilization. And most important; excruciating Kalahari heat.
I considered calling it quits at Gumare but Tsodilo was just on the other side of Xushinka Lagoon. But there I was. Little did I know there was a whole new world waiting for me on the hilly terrain which once cradled the first of humankind.
When we saw it coming: Just last week, Haiti and Africa were derogated in speech by being equated to an aperture of excrement.
"Go Dezemba ngwanakaaaa!" As I hit the village on that glorious day, me, myself and I, city girl/magna-cum-laude/peolwaneInTheSky/loveliveshere, they will know.
In case you missed it, Botswana University had a great day to remember on the 9th of February 2017 when over 400 hundred students paid due honor to their management with the biggest feast ever recorded in the history of the Millennials. I was going about my everyday routine of early morning prayers in my... Continue Reading →