Remembering the great Lefesto: Anecdotes of a millennial

A few days prior to learning about the passing of former President Festus Mogae, I had been to my hometown, Lobatse, on personal business. I bumped into a childhood friend, and we reminisced about days gone by. We remembered the fun days of playing with bicycles at the BMC quarters where we lived. We remembered how we would walk to the local stadium or Peleng grounds to watch the home-side team, Extension Gunners, which we called ‘Ezimnyama.’ My memory jogged to special times, like when the KTM choir visited our town, and we would dress up for the concerts.

I recall this one time I was given fifty Pula as pocket money, which at that time was a lot of money (during our time, taxi fare was two Pula and bread was three Pula). As the choir prepared to leave, I took my pocket money and asked the conductor to ask the choir to return on stage one last time and sing my favourite choral from them, Mississippi.