
Dear Uncle,
We are living in crazy times, uncle. Out of the blue we find ourselves having to listen to this hogwash from some people saying Lesotho should be swallowed by South Africa. I don’t know what sparked such a misdirected debate, especially during such a recession and the ravaging HIV and Aids pandemic, but I [...]
October 12, 2009 | Posted in
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Dear Uncle,
The season of conniving, plotting, scheming and dirty conspiring is upon us Uncle.
These are times when politicians need hefty budgets to fund their visits to sangomas and fortune tellers in the village.
In these times politicians don’t need pretenders for sangomas.
These are the times when one needs a real master of wizardry.
Sangomas must prepare themselves [...]
September 22, 2009 | Posted in
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Dear Uncle,
The season of conniving, plotting, scheming and dirty conspiring is upon us Uncle.
These are times when politicians need hefty budgets to fund their visits to sangomas and fortune tellers in the village.
In these times politicians don’t need pretenders for sangomas.
These are the times when one needs a real master of wizardry.
Sangomas must prepare themselves [...]
September 22, 2009 | Posted in
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Dear Nephew,
Nephew Khotso, your letters make good reading but I will not promise to reply all of them because the work here is tough and tiring.
I am normally too tired to reply your letters but that does not mean I will not write here and there.
Yet a young boy like you who eats to a [...]

Dear Uncle
UNCLE, you are missing out on a hilarious comedy that is being made in the Mountain Kingdom.
It has been in the making for the past two years and is promising to be a blockbuster of a movie.
But worry not, uncle, for I have managed to steal the script for you.
It was directed and written [...]
August 23, 2009 | Posted in
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Dear Uncle
It’s been years since you left the Mountain Kingdom for the mines in Mzansi.
Don’t be surprised to receive this letter from me.
It’s your nephew Khotso, that toddler who could barely put on his pants without leaning against the wall when you left for the mines.
Though I was young I can remember how the elders [...]