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Giggles on the Go: Sgadishu edition

Last week my creaky van rattled into Mogoditshane like it was auditioning for a rock band. The machanic greeted me with his signature warm-up routine-somersaults, streches, and a wink that screamed 'extra charges incoming.'

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 kind of place where even a dodgy repair bill couldn’t ruin the vibe. The streets of Sgadishu as Mogoditshane is affectionately called are actually a commercial, industrial and residential areas all fused into one mass of confusion and hilarity. The streets of Sgadishu are less ‘organised city planning’ and more ‘urban jumble.’

Everything’s thrown together, and somehow it works—like a stew where nobody asked what the ingredients were. The first thing that hits you isn’t the smell of fresh bread or flowers—it’s the unmistakable aroma of grilled mystery meat from a street vendor who swears it’s ‘beef-ish.’

Editor's Comment
Oh what a State funeral!

That rare sight deserves heartfelt praise, not only for President Duma Boko and his administration, but also for the Botswana Democratic Party (BDP), the Umbrella for Democratic Change (UDC), the Mogae family, and the entire country.President Boko’s decision to grant a full state funeral to a man who belonged to a rival party was a mark of true statesmanship. He recognised that national leadership carries a weight that belongs to the whole...

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