Fighting for the soul of the Son of the Soil

That first impression was so deep and it lasted.  It was at the Bahurutshe Cultural Village in Mankgodi where I had the most nostalgic experience ever at a cultural festival.

The festival transported me to days when we used to play ‘house’ after school.  Those were the days when SOTS still had its identity.  The soul of SOTS was its unique format as a participatory event. Attendants did not just come to watch or be entertained, they paid to come and learn to cook traditional meals, sing traditional songs, learn the dances and play childhood games. It was a festival of those who refuse to grow into uppity grown-ups who do not want to nurture their childish selves with some bit of fun and games.