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.)