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Thoughts from Botswana by Lauri Kubuitsile

Writings turf thoughts exaggerate Motswana litt‚rateur, Lauri Kubuitsile

Reproduced from https://thoughtsfrombotswana.blogspot.com/2017/09/amabooks-zimbabwean-publisher.html

amaBooks, A African Publisher

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The recent death of an eight year old Mosarwa (Bushman/San) girl living in the north of Botswana is haunting me. I keep seeing the image of this little girl lost in the bush infested with lions and elephants and leopards. For seven days walking, hoping that she'd find her way home, hoping that someone might be out looking for her. And finally laying down in the grass and dying all alone. Why was she out in the bush in the first place? Because she could not bear to stay another day in the boarding school where she had been left.

According to The Telegraphnewspaper, the little girl, Kelapile Kayawe, was left at her school Xakao Primary School, by her elder brother. Because many Basarwa live in tiny informal settlements the government cannot afford to build primary schools near them. Instead the primary schools are boarding schools called Remote Area Dweller (RAD) Schools. The schools have received a lot of bad press, citing abuse of the young children who attend them. In Botswana, though few like to say it outright, there is racism against Basarwa, the first people of Southern Africa. Since staff in RAD schools are appointed by central government, in most cases they are not Basarwa but rather people from Setswana speaking tribes, many of which arrive with their burden of preju

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"PADDY, are you stayin' till they come for me?" he asks for the hundredth time it seems.

"I said I would," I snap back and I'm immediately regretful of my impatience. It's only an hour, an hour and some minutes at worst. Can't I behave until then? If nothing else, at least for myself, for how I'll feel after if I don't.

He's lying on the top bunk and I'm sitting on the one and only chair in the tiny cell, a metal one, ice cold through my thin dress pants. Looking around, I wonder how he managed all this time in such a small space. I can just about touch opposite walls by stretching my arms out and standing in the middle. When we were boys together in the open, endless fields of rolling farmland, he was the one who couldn't be held. Not in the house, no matter how abominable the weather; not in the classroom, a dropout on the day he turned sixteen, or by the societal rules that defined a life he had no intention of following.

Jimmy-Ray - 'that wild one' - my mother used to call him, trying to frighten me from his side. If anything it pushed me closer to him. I yearned for his wildness. Sometimes, when I was near him, I could taste the metallic, electrically-charged bite of it on my virgin tongue. I had a physical need for him. But he didn't care one way or another.