The office clowns, the likes of photographer Tsele Tsebetsame would cheer his charismatic and bold personality shouting: "Jola Jola wa ba ntwana! My love is not for sale." His middle name was Jola. It is amusing how I got to know Boitumelo. Unbeknown to me then, we ended up becoming friends and later a family friends. I made a phone call to the Midweek Sun offices in May 1998, just after my National Service (Tirelo Sechaba) at the Department of Information and Broadcasting where I was based at Radisele, near Palapye. I requested to speak to the editor. I was then transferred to Boitumelo's desk and I told him of my passion for news writing. He advised me to send a sample of my work. He liked my piece and the story got published. I then started corresponding for the newspaper from Selebi-Phikwe.
Tshimologo and I had never met in person. Later on during the year, we made an appointment to meet. I arrived at the Midweek Sun offices at around 10 am, just after their editorial meeting. As I was standing by the corridor, waiting to be ushered into his office, a huge frame came tumbling out of the office, pushing me to the wall howling," A ko le nne le tshaba mo tseleng!"
