In the dark of the night that would birth the morn of December 3rd 2023, a beautiful soul departed this world, a kind heart stopped beating, and an intelligent mind ceased to think. That soul, heart and mind were part of the makeup of a man I was privileged to call a friend – Michael Keemenao Mothibi.
At the exact moment that Mike set off to be with generations of his glorious forebearers, part of me died. For 30 years, we were brothers, comrades, friends, collaborators and co-conspirators. Our journey together took us through the newsrooms of Mmegi, The Botswana Guardian, Midweek Sun, and many drinking places.
Mike walked into the newsroom of Mmegi and my life in 1993. The previous year he had taken up a job as a History and English teacher at Maun Secondary School after completion of his studies at University of Botswana. He enjoyed being in front of faces hungry for knowledge – and loved the town’s social life even more.Â
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