A Life Through World War II, Politics, Bogosi

Kenneth Nkhwa
Kenneth Nkhwa

The tiny village of Gulubane is situated about 10 kilometres off the A3 road. From Francistown, pass Mathangwane until a board signalling a right turn appears. The road ahead is gravel.

I stop to ask a woman selling sweets and airtime by the roadside how far Gulubane is and whether my car would be able to withstand the gravel road.

I arrive in Gulubane quicker than I had anticipated and ask for directions to Rre Nkhwa’s home.  The man points to a home just two yards ahead of me.  Knock! Knock! and a voice shouts from inside the house, “Ngina”.

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