Mantshwabisi: The return to Jwaneng

I am thinking here of jingles like ‘After doing the nice and nasty at the Desert Race do not forget the constitutional visit to our pharmacies dotted around our villages and towns’. But I must ease up on talking about these peripheral issues of the race because last time I wrote about this part of the race, I received a very hot mail from an unhappy regular Mantshwabisi patron.

It was actually a warning disguised as a letter. The unhappy patron warned me to desist from poking my nasty, oxygen-sucking nose into the issues of the Desert Race and accused me of being a devil reincarnate of sorts. Ok, my nose is a bit on the bigger side I must admit but up to now I still cannot figure out how he knows this unflattering fact as I have never met him. He tongue-in-cheek threatened to remove every bone in my anatomy and feed them to the predators in the desert and rid the world of one meddlesome scribe.