He talks with a slow deliberation about his broilers, the need to get rid of them before the winter frost comes, as well as the patient wait for the warm weather before he can acquire more to rear for sale. On a small ledge, he has placed a trophy that he seems to forget about as his spade scrapes off the dry manure. When asked about it, he talks with subdued pride about the trophy: won in 2009 in Ramotswa at a 4B agricultural show for the best vegetable garden. The expertise with which he talks about his farming activities, and the pride that he obviously takes in his growing farming business is perhaps a surprise to, if not Sesokela himself, but to people who grew up with him.
The 31-year-old farmer and businessman that he is today is a far cry from his early adolescence when, he says, he was a member of a roving gang of boys, who were known in his Borakanelo ward for robbing people to find money for drugs and alcohol. "We thought it was okay to drink because in the ward we lived in most of the adults drank. That's why we experimented with it, and ended up moving to intoxicants such as glue and weed," he says.
