Botswana—
Like a missing spouse—
No matter what, I have to go back and live there.
The memories of Gaborone,
Tutume, and Francistown
Rumble inside me,
Echoes of childhood days.
Eish, mara—time moves fast.
Thank you, Botswana,
For teaching us life.
We remember your love,
We remember your kindness.
We celebrate you,
Our beautiful country.
Ke a leboga.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2025 13:34
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A beautiful tribute to a place loved and considered home. Most lovely
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