MY EXPERIENCES AT HIS DEMISE On 27-06-2014, I picked him from Maun Airport and drove him straight to Shakawe (380 km). We attended a burial there next morning, then immediately drove back to Maun where he launched Cde Osimilwe Fish of the UDC on 28-06-2014. During that trip to Shakawe and back, he shared a great lot on his life, his vision, his ambition, his fears, his objectives. He also implored me never to give up, never to lose hope, never to sit back and watch wrong being done hoping somebody will come from somewhere to correct the wrong. He lectured me on a few black Martyrs! I was inspired and relooked at the aspirations of us as a nation with a deeper insight. We spent the whole of Sunday 29-06-2014 together through lunch and late afternoon with other cdes and his cousin (Gao and husband). Then I took him to see the UDC Maun West Campaign Office at Kgosing Ward. We spent some time there where my mother, aunts and well-wishers passed by to greet this great leader of the nation. Afterwards, I drove him to the airport with other cdes where we met several people across the political divide (including Queen Mother: Mma Kealetile - mmaagwe Kgosikgolo Tawana II). I called him the following morning to confirm that he had arrived safely. Last week I had gone to assist his campaign team at Gaborone Central on the H2H work. The last time I spoke with him was last Friday (25 - 07 – 2014, TIME: 1414 hours) when he wanted me to accompany him, and Rre Ndaba Gaolathe, to Tsabong at 3pm. That was not to be as on the Sunday, I would be driving back to Maun, and I had not packed and loaded everything that I needed to carry from Gaborone to Maun. He understood my inability to go with them and thanked me for coming all the way from Maun to give him support at Gaborone Central. I then went with the Campaign Board members to Maruapula Freedom Square where his launch was going to be held. We met there on a strategizing mission, to map the outlook of the day (30-08-2014). We later converged at the Revolution House at Extension 4, Plot 434 until evening. When he was on his way back from Tsabong to Gaborone, I was on my way from Gaborone to Maun. This past Wednesday, I received a call from an old friend who had also received a call to the effect that my brother, my friend, my inspiration, my leader, my mentor had had an accident and could have died. Yes, I froze, startled, confused, scared, but could not believe it. I tried calling the closest people first, but I dont remember talking to them at first. I called my Paramount Chief, Kgosikgolo Tawana II. I called Cde Moalosi Sebati. I tried to be strong. Then I called another one of the closest people again, she answered: and told me the doctors have confirmed our worst fears....oh God!! I got back to Tawana Moremi and also confirmed, I called Moalosi again and relayed our fears to him as confirmed. I called the Queen Mother, MmaKealetile, I called my mother Khananah. The security guard later told people here he saw me move confused around the premises and outside around the trees (a thing he has never seen me do since he assumed duty here). Did I? Looks like so. It must have been when I was talking to Tumy! My moment was horrific, and then my wife sent an sms. I called wifey, and was sobbing, found it hard to talk. Something was choking my throat, it was blotting. I was shattered, devastated, depressed, hurt, yes I was paining deep inside of me. I lost my cool and strength, I cried. My phones were busy, phone calls from all over, messages. Social media was abuzz with the sad news. At lunch hour, I had lost appetite. I got on the car and drove through town. While in the car, I memorised him sitting next to me (as he normally did) on that passenger seat, and he did not long ago: a few weeks! For a moment I was tempted to stop driving, I could not stop, I was bitter-angry, I was burning all over. For a moment I thought I was gonna go mad. I went to my mother. You know mothers understand their children better, a shoulder to lean on. I sat in the lounge, mom already heard, and knew why I did not go directly to greet her as is norm. She came along and I wept when she approached. She put me on her shoulder and told me its gonna be well. Yesterday we met as his followers. I got there late. During the sermon, I felt my emotions were overpowering me and I left the room. At the end, just when I was trying to get to terms with the ordeal, her cousin came along to me. God, it all came back to me! Today at 5pm, I was gonna pick him from Maun Airport, on his arrival from Gaborone. Then tomorrow morning, after he had breakfast, I was gonna drive him in my car (as has always happened since I moved back home) to Rakops where he was scheduled to launch Cde Sam Digwa of the mighty UDC. I was then gonna drive him back here safely for a night in Maun. On Sunday, we were gonna spend the whole day together (as usual) while waiting for the evening flight back to Gaborone. It is NOT to be, as Sir G is no more. Rest in eternal peace, love, admiration and adoration. May your spirit live on. The spirit of Gomolemo Motswaledi. God is watching. God knows, yes he knows: someday, one day!!
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 10:03:05 +0000
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