The truth – the roots of life

Today I got an interesting call from the man who contributed to my existence. The call made me realise that the truth is really what constitutes the roots of life. One may or may not like the truth but if at all it is true that “nnete e mokoka” (the truth shall prevail) then one will eventually have to face the truth for what it is.

The truth as far as my journey to getting to the roots is concerned is: I do exist and statistically the chances of existing as the person I so much love and adore were very low. The statistic enthusiasts estimate that the chances of one being born is 1 divided by 6 x 10100 (go here for more details). This using a calculator is almost zero! This means I could have almost not made it to this world but I did precisely because of the exact sperm-egg fusion that statistically can never be repeated. For this reason, I celebrate but I also mourn because I realise that I might never get the bound I so desire nor deny the blood that runs in my veins.

So I celebrate for even in mourning I am not without hope. It could perhaps be because I am young and find it easy to subscribe to the so-called Obama ideals. Or it could be because I believe in the saying “hloakana la bophelo le fumanoa liretseng”. (I stand to be corrected on the literal translation but I think it is as follows: “the straw of life is found in the mud”; and the actual meaning is that one doesn’t find meaning and worthyness of life in pristine conditions.)

Women’s Day Celebrations

This is one of those weeks when all and sundry will talk about women. I am neither South African or a fully acknowledged woman (in Sesotho to qualify fully as a woman, one needs to be familiar with the institution of marriage). The question however is what will women’s day mean to me especially it falling on a Saturday? I am not sure but if I had the money and good company, the day will mean pure indulgence; a day at some spa and an evening of romantic comedies with good wine and chocolate. But I am sure that would be missing the point entirely! The day is about celebrating womanhood and honouring women in their various roles, past and present.

As I have been focusing on the past, it is only fitting then I celebrate a remarkable woman in history (of Lesotho naturally 🙂 ), Queen ‘Manthatisi of the Batlokoa clan. Queen ‘Manthatisi was a true warrior. As far as I understand, with her in the lead no man could say “never send a woman for a man’s job”! She was probably as good an opponent as Puseletso Seema is in fighting men in a stick fight (ho kalla); a ‘sport’ by men, with skilled women like ‘m’e Puseletso, whose performance elates all females and embarrasses most men 🙂

Derailed a bit, the point is, Queen ‘Manthatisi embodies what one could call ‘strength of a woman’. She was widowed at young age and instead of complaining of the lemons that life gave her, she made lemonade. For she understood, in part, that she had a duty to protect the throne for her son Sekonyela. Precisely because a mother, when needs be, holds the sharp edge of the knife (” ‘ma o ts’oara thipa ka bohaleng” ). Was it easy for her? Not at all! It is said that there were attempts on Sekonyela’s life whilst he was a young boy to prevent him from getting to the throne. So for Queen ‘Manthatisi her battles were both within and outside her land.

However, she did achieve that which she wanted to achieve. And for me, the evidence lies in the following sentiment — which I have heard but orally — describing her death:

‘Manthatisi a tall and fair in complexion daughter of the Basia, mother of Sekonyela, died with a smile on her face. For indeed she had secured her son’s future!

So yes in the spirit of women’s day celebrations, I doff off my hat to Queen ‘Manthatisi and any woman who will reach the finish line with a smile on her face!! And to girls like me, I say, sense of humour surely guarantees us as a smile 😉 !

Sesotho the language

The language is deep and very artistic. This is a fact and perhaps the only fact I know about Sesotho as a language. In recent years I have come to know that the dynamics of the language can be very confusing. For example, growing up, the plural of teachers was ‘matichere’ and not ‘litichere’ (or is it the other way round?)

For purposes of this post, I will not venture in what is confusing to me. I shall instead discuss the artistic depth of the Sesotho language. To me, Sesotho seems to be layered, with some layers only accessible to people I would label as “submarines”. At the layers of submarines, the language is rich but far from direct. It is filled with insinuations and innuendos that are presented in a very subtle and delicate manner: to give the speaker total deniability (if needs be).

So what makes the language rich at those layers? In my opinion, it is a combination use of riddles, deliberate distortions of words, and, of course, the manner of articulation. And the latter is important! I have seen individuals prepare to fight to the death (‘ho loana ea khumamela’) for being called ‘ngoetsi/makoti’ (daughter-in-law). This, at a superficial level, may seem strange unless one recognises that the reaction was due to an invocation of a deeper meaning to the word; the word is a distortion much like ‘mokhoenyana’ (son-in-law) is, but I shan’t elaborate on them. Instead I will choose a neutral word like ‘majakane’.

Majakane is a distortion of the expression ‘ba ja, ba ikana’ (they eat and vow). This word to many (land-dwellers) is accepted as an alternative word for referring to the elite, the affluent, etc. To an extend, in the context of today’s world, the interpretation is valid. However, the historical origins of the word suggest to me that the word was “coined up” to jeer at the Christians (after Christianity was introduced). The reason for this was that the ‘newly converted’, aside from publicly making a vow before eating to live by Christ loving ways, they were overly critical of the non-converts. In their interactions with them, there was no element of humility— since they thought they were better, as they had seen the light! In a nutshell, the word originated as a response to this behaviour and for this reason, it was deliberately loaded, with what I term, the double ‘dees’: disdain and defiance. Defiance because if the utterers were overt about their disdain, they would have suffered the fully wrath of the law, since Moshoeshoe believed in peace. So, by using ‘majakane’, the burden of the proof lied with majakane to convince anyone that the reference is pregnant with any other meaning, other than ‘they pray before eating’.

With the above, I hope I have illustrated my point. Sesotho is a language of depth and one has to always establish whether they are on land or sea. If at sea, above or under? Whatever the case, I think one is better assuming he/she is deep under swimming with the sharks. But this becomes a very bad and dangerous habit….ask me I know!

Rhetoric question about mythology creation

Having started this journey for a few weeks now, I have been thinking a lot about why Mbeki felt the need to affirm his Africanism. Surely it can’t be because people didn’t believe him when he said he was African!For if that is true, then people might not believe me when I say I am a proud MOSOTHO.

Well, perhaps to own defense really, I am inclined to believe that the affirmation itself is more about mythology creation. And who really can’t believe that mythology creation is key to influencing understanding of ones culture and identity? This is just food for thought!

Value of history & culture

Since starting this blog nearly two weeks ago, I have been thinking a lot about what I know about Lesotho and its history. In the process I have come to realise how much I have been drawn to this topic. I also realised how interesting some of my sources were. As an example, I had very interesting conversations with a gentleman called Kalusi Ramakhula. He is very passionate to say the least and very knowledgeable when it comes to Lesotho history. In the inspiration page, I have included in a succinct form his written piece on ‘value of history and culture’. It is, in my opinion a beautiful piece (although I had forgotten about it) that suggests that by looking into our past while making sure that the future takes precedence, success can be assured!