Lessons and Letters, the book launch

What happens when you combine poetry with music and dance? A musical, right? Well, not quite. On 27 September 2025, at Molapo Crossing’s in-house theatre, Keabetswe Molotsi launched her debut and much-anticipated poetry collection Lessons and Letters. The event was not a conventional book launch—it was an avant-garde performance. Interpretive dance, live music, and spokenContinue reading “Lessons and Letters, the book launch”

The Rainmaker

Love the LORD your God and serve him with all your heart, and he will send rain on your land in its season. Turn away and worship other gods, then the LORD’s wrath will be kindled against you, and he will shut up the heavens that there will be no rain. Deuteronomy 11:13-17 The rainContinue reading “The Rainmaker”

The Symphony of Creation: A Visual Poem

I know it has been a while since I last posted on this website… Let’s just say circumstance has not been so generous in affording me time for this labour of love. That being said, I would like to share with you a spoken word piece I did a month ago in collaboration with TheContinue reading “The Symphony of Creation: A Visual Poem”

Leaving Home, Again

August arrivesWith its cold gustOf golden dustI am cladIn its jealous touchGaboroneTo someYou are a black holeThat eats hopeAnd swallows homesMaybe I’ve dodged itThe infestationWhen the termitesRavage the roots of my heartFrom the urban shootsOf city lifeI watch my friendsStruggle under the rubbleOf the current recessionThey are made redundantOverworked and underpaidLiving paycheque to paychequeOr offContinue reading “Leaving Home, Again”

Serowe is

The land of hills and wind,The light on the hillside,Where royals grow tall.From great rocks aboveRest the legends of the land,Overlooking the village,The Khamas in marble stand.Below the Bangwato roamLike sable antelope.Spread as fine as spiderwebs,They reside in the city and towns,Proud of their culture, our national history.It is from this tribe,My mother’s people come,ButContinue reading “Serowe is”

From the Hills of Gabane

Image taken from Reeca Travel It breathes and flows Down to the belly Of our city Gaborone. The Segoditshane River Has neither fortune nor fame, Its riverbed is made dead With urban waste and decay. It rests in peace And remains a getaway For crooks and thieves Whose den is in the green. Had GovernmentContinue reading “From the Hills of Gabane”

Rude Youths

“Mma,” the constable said over the phone, “we have the boys. They are waiting for you at the Station in G-West.” About a half hour later, Danielle arrived. The station was empty and dusty. She walked slowly, supporting herself on her walking stick. The constable brought the two youths from the cell. He released hisContinue reading “Rude Youths”