My mother tells us

My mother would tell us stories about the people she saw during her cherished travels around Botswana, when she was part of a delegation of elders ‘go isa mafoko’. Whether it was the Bakalanga women and their distinctive dance, or the Bangwato and their unusual all-white – sometimes peach coloured – ditjale, or the mischievous Bakwena men and their ironclad ‘Patlo’ protocols.

She also tells us of the generosity of the Barolong people of Phitshane village along the South African border; and the warm-hearted Bakgalagadi people in the Tsabong area.