A ride, a breakfast with Gaolathe and Mmolotsi

By the hotel reception, wearing his trademark suit, is Mmolotsi requesting for a toothbrush from the reception. He is chatting warmly with everyone, and as I chip in, he obliges. I quickly suggest to him we could walk down the road to fetch the toothbrush. No sweat he obliges. We talk about the current BMD troubles. Mmolotsi breaks the issue down. It is not a simple issue. It is a mirage.

We are hitting the road together, loads of chats. This man is easygoing than I ever thought. Then the icing on the cake! We are driving out of the hotel in the MP’s car, when he notices BMD president, Gaolathe’s car in the parking lot, and he phones him, to check if he will join him for breakfast. After a while comes MP Gaolathe, likewise, clad in a suit and tie. He opts not to use his car and gets into our car with us. Now, I have the luck of literally sitting in the company of the two protagonists.