Church adherent steers clear of hospital

Today, as she goes about attending to her chores, Kegone (not her real name) is in a pair of faded jeans that accentuates her figure ala Kaone Kario and a Botswana flag headscarf covering a braided head. She shoulders a stylish handbag, courtesy of one of the Chinese shops in the Francistown main mall.

She has just finished her errands at the mall, and as we are neighbours in the townships I approach her and we chitchat about this and that. When I throw in the issue of religion, she is initially reticent, to talk about her experiences. However, eventually, Kegone loosens up, largely due to my considerable charm and the fact that we are far from view and also not within earshot.