Musings on R.D Molefe (Part 2)

In my continued effort to build my appreciation of poeticism in my mother tongue, I hereby share this poem by R.D. Molefe. As if to throw me into the throngs of politicised thought, I read the following poem after I had already decided on which poem to upload, and now I have changed my mind. I hope it gets you thinking as much as it did with me.

SOURCE: nourishingfoodways.com

Motse-mogolo wa Mošate, Botswana. 

- a poem by R.D. Molefe

Maabane ke feta ka Mafikeng, 

Motlotlegi Fawcus a ntaetsa, 

A re , "Mpiletse Seretse a itlhaganele, 

A tle a utlwe phetolo ya kwa Moseja, 

Ya kgang tsa maloba a di nthoma, 

Ba Pusokgolo ba iteela mafoko. 

Ba re ke huduse Mošate kwa Mafikeng, 

Ke o rwale ke o ise Gaborone, 

Ke o huduse kwa ntle ga tiego. 

Kwa Gaborone metsi a tla bonala, 

Ngotwane a kgala  re tla epa didiba. 

Madi a teng ga re bolo go a baya, 

Re letile khunou ya kwa Serowe, 

Ka ke ene mojaboswa wa Botswana. 

As if in some wicked tongued cut of irony, these lines:

Kwa Gaborone metsi a tla bonala, 
Ngotwane a kgala  re tla epa didiba. 

Are now much like the philosophies of Nostradamus. I am not one to get into these things but I feel this beauty must be shared. I shall- perchance - write a response to this soon. 

Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.

Share With Me.