A Motswana in Mozambique: Land of hope and despair
Friday, April 30, 2021
The first time I ever visited Mozambique, was sometime in 2016, possibly around April/May in my late 20s. At the time, I had been living in Maseru, Lesotho for about two years.
I had taken the bus, starting the journey in Maseru, then Bloemfontein and eventually Johannesburg where I took the 10pm Intercape night service from the infamous Park Station and would arrive at Lebombo/Ressano Garcia Border at 5am the next morning. There we had to wait in the bus for about an hour till the gates opened at 6am, for immigration formalities. I had been warned about hagglers and corrupt immigration officials, but my passage was a smooth one.
The contest had 10 beautiful young girls as finalists and unfortunately only one could wear the crown.The judges picked Anicia Gaothuse. To all those who feel their contestant should have won ahead of Anicia for whatever reason, hardly; the judges found Anicia to be the best among the best, so desist from disrespecting our newly crowned queen on social media or anywhere else, for that matter! Each of the 10 beautiful young women had supporters...