During the month of August, the family of Seitei gathered at their home to bury one of their relatives in Mochudi. It was a fairly well attended funeral of a young girl. When mourners left to the grave yard, some of them remained home. I joined those who remained home. Male folks sat in groups of four, five, seven or eight discussing anything of interest to them. In the process, a relative of mine called Serake Moremi arrived. I rose up to go and sit next to him. A man called Rammala Molefe grabbed me by the hand requesting to spend a few more minutes with me. He had a tribal matter which he wanted to raise with me.Â
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