It was the frosty light mizzles in the early stages of the rainy season that particularly sent boys and girls of our times into an alluring whirl, boogying and chanting as an appreciation for the genesis of the rainy season. It was a moment to treasure for a generation that was also not so blessed with recreational facilities. The mugginess was an exciting adventure that we cherished so much. In most cases, the rain was friendly and it entertained our appetite to joyfully dance and sing without fear of being washed away by the flash floods.
In exception of the year 1995 when my home town Palapye experienced the worst flash floods that horrified people destroying roads, houses, killing animals and sweeping away some people some of whom were never found till today. A disheartening report was of a woman whose child fell from her back into the fierce water and never to recover her again. This incident is till fresh in the minds of many villagers some of whom never recovered the remains of their loved ones even to this hour. There were unconfirmed reports were precipitated by the village authorities who had gone to the Tswapong Hills and gotten some boulders when constructing the kgotla then without the blessing of the Tswapong ancestors, so Palapye had to pay the price.
