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Peace and serenity in turmoil

Ernest Moloi



As the world rushes towards materialism, we gradually lose our sense of self or worse, we go further and further from the purpose for which we were created. Man – the splitting image of his Creator – arrives into this world crying. This must signify something besides the fact that the child is alive.

Perhaps the child is traumatised by the thought of leaving his perfect abode of peace and serenity to find his purpose and meaning in a life of turmoil. The thought alone is eerie and can send even the fiercest fighter into a state of panic.Let’s face it, fear is real, especially the fear of the unknown.

When one moves from what one is accustomed to, or from habit to a new venture, fear crops in. Imagine a boy that has lived an indigent life in a rural setting and all of a sudden is thrust into the lap of luxury in the city! Adjusting to that type of life can become a mater of life and death.
In the same breath, the child – a product of love – is unable to contemplate the hardships of temporal life hence it starts off crying. This wailing will become a constant feature of the child’s journey as it progresses into adulthood.

Let’s all be clear about one thing – life is not a bed of roses – we beat ourselves up trying to find food to eat, clothes to wear, house to live in and land to till. Sadly, these trappings of life come at a cost for the human soul. Some lose their souls in their quest to amass these trappings. Very few and I mean a negligible few, are able to master the art of balance and are able to minister to their souls and at the same time nurture their bodies. As a toddler, we have nothing to worry about. Our parents are there to provide for us; we make friends easily because we are unadulterated, but as we grow up, we begin to make choices that stray us from our humanity.

For example, we start to realise that our neighbours don’t speak the same language or don’t have the same skin pigment as us. We notice that our classmates or workmates are rich and by rich we mean that they have silver and gold and are able to buy all the things that they need without a hassle whilst we go to bed hungry or cannot get a job.Hard as we may try, we fail to satiate this void because we turn to material things. The answer lies not in accumulating the knowledge and wisdom of this world, rather it comes in finding our way back to our purpose of life. Why were I created a human being and not an elephant or a tree or fish or bird, after all we are just mere creatures.

Don’t let us deceive ourselves, true happiness can’t be found in owning all the riches of this world! What good does it benefit a man who goes and wins the world and loses his soul?
The greatest task ahead for all of humanity is to return to its creator, yet we have become so arrogant and stubborn some of us think that by owning a ranch; the latest top of the range SUV or owning estates all over the country and abroad can fill the emptiness we feel when we are all alone.

Botswana is reverred throughout the world as an oasis of peace and tranquility in a region of madness. His Grace has sustained us this far. Our national anthem holds this our land, as an inheritance of our forefathers and implores us to maintaain it in perpetual peace. But I want to challenge all and sundry to ask ourselves what our role is in maintaining the peace that has been our national heritage for so long? Do we speak out when evil in high and low places and in whatever guise or disguise – rears its ugly head?

Are we bold enough to defend the laws of natural justice – the unwritten code that demands equal treatment of all men, or do we sulk and find comfort in our cocoons when danger lurks – fence sitting and afraid to be seen to be rabble rousers? Peace comes at a price, we must contend with this trusim.To defend the peace of the nation, we must first have peace within ourselves, otherwise anything else is an exercise in futility – it’s just like a blind man trying to lead another blind man!

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Ladies, go ahead and spoil your kings

Yvonne Mooka



FEBRUARY is the month of love and the hopeless romantics must be looking forward to nothing but love, romance and a little chocolate indulgence and all the good things.

On Valentine’s Day, observed on February 14 each year, lovers spoil each other and express just how much they love and appreciate their better half. Often times, as women we are the ones that get pampered. It’s as if the day belongs to us. Let me challenge my sisters to put their men first this Valentine’s. There is so much pressure on our men to make us happy. Why not spoil him this year? I will assist you with a few ideas.

Simplicity goes a long way with men. Women like diamonds, and sparkles, but men like kindness and thoughtfulness. When out with your friends and his coke and cup come, open it up for him and pour his drink, put some napkins next to him, add the sugar to his tea. The man’s sole job is to take care of you in life, why not take care of them in whatever way you can?  The most important thing a woman can be to a man, is that bright ray of sunshine in his life. After a long’s day work, men want to come home, or meet someone smiling with a positive attitude to lift his spirits.

He most definitely doesn’t want to meet a nag. Spoil your man and make him feel adored and be the smile in his life. The moment he sees you he puts that work worry behind him for a few hours and focuses on you. That way both of you gain out of the relationship, as opposed to coming home to a heated argument and sleeping mad at each other. You will just wake up more frustrated and the awful cycle will begin.

Men love soccer, basketball, or whatever sport seems to be trending nowadays. A super easy way to spoil your man is to pay attention to his favourite player and team, because that way you can personalise something meaningful to him. Opt for his favorite player’s jersey, instead of a perfume or a regular shirt, and print his name and lucky number on it. Just like we like jewellery, they like jerseys. When two people meet, there is a period in which he meets your friends, you meet his friends and the little acquaintances begin.

Why don’t you exert the extra effort and spoil your man by building a relationship with his close friends? Before you came along, these people were very important to him, and if they are important to him, they should be extremely important to you. Men love to see that their women care and appreciate. If he is picking on weight, go to the gym together. Be his motivation. Use words of affirmation to show him you’re his girl. Speak about progress and results.

Tell him you are thankful for the way he executes his fatherly duties, his providing for you, his efforts to make you happy and assure him of your support. Be his number one cheerleader.
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It’s a shame: Death has been commercialised

Matshediso Fologang



This past weekend there were five funerals in the village part that I live.

Men, women and youth thronged the homesteads and the graveyard where funeral rites were conducted. As I sat amongst men old and young, I could not help but recall the phobia that I had of death and all the funeral rites that followed. Through the ceremonies I watched the mannerisms and the accompanying conduct of everybody around. I recalled how revered these ceremonies were in my youthful days. The adult men sitting near me expressed concern over the current generation’s funerals and associated rituals.

In the days when I was brought up certain things that are done were unheard of. The way people behaved was far different from that of the current generation. In the early days death (loso) was observed and conducted with much order and respect. The rituals associated with the burial ceremony were conducted with awe. These days things have changed. This time it would be unfair to blame the young people for the change in our practices. When I grew up then there were no mortuaries and funerals were done immediately. The ceremony was simple and conducted with less costs. Those of the family who were outside the village would always find the funeral done and completed.

In the current era funerals have to be carried out after all the relatives and the entire extended have been informed. As they wait for the arrival of far-off relatives, there is a feeding and catering to the entire village. This is an extra burden on the family. In the days past, whatever catering and food preparations if any, were minimal and cheap. Whatever was prepared for the people was given to the deceased family. The whole village shared the processes leading to the burial.

Death was a communal activity. This time things have changed. The funeral preparations and associated ceremonies have become very costly. The costs associated with death are far exhorbitant than those incurred by our parents. As families wait for a week or so before the actual burial it means they alone have to bear the burden. What has changed is the expense relating to the coffins and the use of marquees.

The families have begun a culture of hiring all the other things that were not known as I grew up. Death has been commercialized. As the families want to do what the “Jones” do next door, people have been lured by insurance companies and mortuary operators to join schemes that will provide for all the necessities for a well-funded funeral. This has the tendency to stretch people’s budgets. There are no longer simple funeral ceremonies.

What is even worse is that these modern funerals have also in a way become fashion shows. People come to the funerals dressed to kill and therefore unlike in the past many come there to show off their “labels” and the latest gadgets. The attendant burial activities at the graveyard are now a thing for the less privileged. The fashion mongers just look on from a distance while their heads are dipped into their phones. Yet these guys are the first to disregard protocol at feeding points once the burial has been concluded. Shame on us!

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