Everyone will be forgotten

Ten years ago, one of my brothers who is a little over two years older than me, a teacher by profession and a raconteur par excellence, confided in me that he doesn’t want to die because the dead are forgotten.

That view, which I must admit, sounded oddish at the time it raptured my ear drum, has since mushroomed in value and found a special place in the deepest recesses of my psyche.

Principally because of the weight of its truth! When one’s moment of influence is in the rear-view mirror, if legacy building never featured in his personal brand philosophy, it is possible to only remember the noise he makes post his hour of consequence and little of anything of his contribution to society.

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Happy Independence!

We are 56 years old and what do we have to show for it? Looking at where Botswana started and where it is today, there are a lot of developments, but whether the developments match the number of years we have enjoyed as a country is a topic for another day.The fact that cannot be denied is we have seen major developments, but we are still lacking in several pertinent areas.Our beautiful country imports almost everything. We import fuel, food,...

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