Joyce Andersen: My Mother, My Mentor

I then went into a guilt trip, that of failed promises to visit her at her new place of abode, Kasane. Once in a while, I would call her, and lie through my teeth that “definitely Ausi Joyce, ntla etitaya ka thupana ke tle koo.” She knew I would not honour the promise, as, I had many times before, over decades, avoided that sit for  ‘mother-to-daughter’ talk.

Mother-to-daughter? As I stated earlier, I had known Ausi Joyce all my life. She was there when I was born some donkey years back in Mahalapye, to her friend, Margaret Onkgopotse Dube. She had shared stories of my growing life, which at times my mum neglected to.