Growing Up In America

Growing up in American, I water skied on lakes, surfed in oceans, scuba dived in the Caribbean, and swam in one of the seven ponds which were on my family farm. Water was everywhere- refreshing, life giving water! Then, I moved to Botswana. Bordering the Kalahari Desert, water is precious and rare.

I remember when I discovered the Gaborone Dam, which is honestly no bigger than ponds where I come from, but for this water starved girl it was literally an oasis in the desert! To see a body of water, to feel the cool breeze off the water, to soak in the beauty, to listen to the peaceful waves lapping on the shore – it ministered to me.

It was the biggest and nicest body of water for miles and miles of my city, so I was content with that.

Editor's Comment
Inspect the voters' roll!

The recent disclosure by the IEC that 2,513 registrations have been turned down due to various irregularities should prompt all Batswana to meticulously review the voters' rolls and address concerns about rejected registrations.The disparities flagged by the IEC are troubling and emphasise the significance of rigorous voter registration processes.Out of the rejected registrations, 29 individuals were disqualified due to non-existent Omang...

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