Author

Thulaganyo Jankey
  • The curious case of the Box School

    But as usual, there are those who criticise. Some unionists have banded together and declared, with great conviction, that the school is made of boxes. Yes, boxes. Not bricks, not mortar, not steel beams. Boxes. Now, most of us are sitting here with...

  • The divine hug: The President’s healing powers

    Vee immediately took to social media to write a deeply emotional essay explaining how the President’s hug healed his political journey grief, cancelled his bad publicity and mended his soul. Forget medical aid or therapy; Botswana's national...

  • Sudden, unexplained outbreak of integrity

    It honestly broke the simulation. We all know the sacred, unwritten laws of physics: gravity keeps us on the ground, the sun rises in the east and a politician caught in a massive scandal doubles down, blames an ‘unfortunate clerical error,’...

  • The bus lines: The Mmashoro hop-on

    Standing at the Palapye bus rank waiting for a bus in those temperatures means your limbs stop belonging to you after about four minutes. You aren't even waiting for transport anymore; you’re waiting for a rescue team. Never doubt the wisdom of...

  • Gifts for Women – Can a sane man chance it

    Wrong. You’ve just entered the Gift Minefield. Flowers? Too cliché. Perfume? Wrong scent - instant disaster. Jewellery? Wrong style - ‘Do you even know me?’ couch duty. You should avoid buying clothes, but not because women don't like...

  • From penalty shoots to synchronized sweating

    That is the spiritual whiplash of transitioning straight from a FIFA World Cup into the Commonwealth Games. It is the sporting equivalent of rolling off a CBD party and immediately attending a very polite neighborhood Tupperware meeting. You go from...

  • Mission Impowerable: Electricity hikes and sadness

    You know it’s bad when your salary doesn’t even bother to wave goodbye—it just slips quietly out the back door, leaving a note that says: ‘Don’t wait up, I’m with BPC now.’ At this point, my paycheck isn’t a paycheck. It’s more like...

  • The unmarried wife: A Botswana story

    So I went to this wedding, right? My cousin pulls me aside like a politician whispering about a secret manifesto. He points to this lady he’s dating and says, ‘I want to marry her... but I’m still raising funds for her hand in marriage.’...

  • 57 years: The knee creaking chronicles

    While other countries were experimenting with coups and chaos, Botswana was calmly saying, ‘We’ll just vote, thank you very much.’ The second thing that happened was the Orapa mine was discovered, and suddenly the country went from ‘we have...

  • World Cup or World Comedy? Your Choice

    Countries some of which your most hardworking Geography teacher probably skipped over while racing through the syllabus are participating in their maiden tournament. Some of these countries don’t even know why they are there in the first place....

  • Palapye: Where drama has a power plant

    There was apparently a partnership with two Chinese gentlemen, Mr. Wu and Mr. Hu. I am not making this up. Google it before your bundles run out. Honestly, it sounds like the setup to a comedy sketch: ‘Wu and Hu walk into a factory...’ Except the...

  • Performance enhanced, suspension guaranteed

    But this week, one of our sprinters decided to add a little extra ‘kick’ to their stride—by borrowing chemistry from the pharmacy aisle. Yes, the nation’s latest sports headline isn’t about medals, but about molecules. And what molecules...

  • Survival of the cheapest

    Remember when P200 used to be a big deal? P200 at the supermarket made you feel like a responsible adult. It was like a VIP pass to life. You walked into Choppies with P200 and came out looking like you owned the store. Bread, milk, chicken, cooking...

  • Giggles on the Go: Sgadishu edition

    While he perfected his Olympic-level overcharging skills, I wandered off into the lively streets of this charming Kweneng village, where the rhythm of daily life was far more entertaining than my van’s squeaks. Honestly, Mogoditshane felt like the...

  • INK SPILLS

    I was instantly an employee of a government department with zero ‘real’ skills, armed only with enthusiasm, questionable time management and the ability to survive on fat cakes and soup.They gave me a title that suspiciously sounded like it...

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