Justice Kebonang: The nightmare and joy

I quipped, to advise him to send messengers for such errands instead of a Judge of the High Court being seen buying cheap pickings at the market. “I prefer doing it myself and interact with people,” Justice Kebonang hits back softly and unapologetically as he crosses the road to the direction of the aroma of the mid morning Magwinya le Mogodu.

Minutes later, I learn from members of Botswana Public Employees Union (BOPEU) gathered inside the courtyard and who had come to the court with the hope of an interdict against the rule nisi issued by the same judge the previous day that they are still waiting for “Justice Zein” to return and start their case once he is done with his mogodu and magwinya breakfast. Almost two hours later, I pick some ululations from the hopeful crowd, “O a tsena Zein!”, pointing to the figure of the judge as he walks through the gates from his street breakfast mission .