Bohlokwa ba bophelo ke GE o tseba ntho eo, o e nyakang GE oe humana bophelong gore o phela ga bononlo bophelong. Ga-ntsi batho ba sa qeteng dikolong ga bana bokamoso, ba bang fela sana bodulo maphelong a bona.
Thuto ke ntho ya bohlokwa bophelong, gobane ke se notlolo sa bakamoso ba bophelo. Ntle le thuto ga o selo bophelong, gobane le batho ga ba bone ka letho bophelong, le hlompho ya hlompho ga se ntho e leng gona moo. Gobane batho ba rata go phela Le batho ba nang le tsebo ya bophelo, le batho ba ikokobetsang.
Boikokobetso ke ntho ya bohlokwa bophelong gobane dintho ga o di dira o tshwanetse o be le tsebo ka yona ntho eo nyakang e bohlokwa bophelo. Batho gantsi ba fela ba le tjhankaneng empa a se selo e lelwang bophelong fela ba ese ka maikutlo a madi mabe a batho maphelong a bona.
Go sebedisane le setshaba go bohlokwa, o ka humana dintho tse bohlokwa ka setshaba sa geno. Le wena o le motho o humana tsebo gore ntho tse bohlokwa mo kang moo bophelong ba gao. Go bonolo go thusana…
MY GRADE 12 STORY
(MASEALAMA SECONDARY SCHOOL)
I am grade 12 student who has just recently graduated. You might call me accomplished, and in a way, I am, but not in the way you’d think. 12 years of pouring over text books and being lined up to be judged in front of my peers has not made me any more intelligent. I can tell you the first 45 digits of Pi and I can explain to you the difference between an acid and a base, I can recite the Pythagorean Theorem in my sleep, I will recite lines out of a textbook like they are a religion. But I cannot tell you the value of security, or of kindness. The distinct contrast between personal health and personal gain. I can tell you in grade 10 four of my classmates attempted to take their own lives before finals. I can tell you our counsellors office is always booked. I can tell you how when I didn’t understand something in AP Chemistry my teacher asked me to leave if I could not participate in his class. I merely asked him t…
Community – I love my home: It’s the best!
I grew up in a small village called MOshate GA-mamabolo in Limpopo. It’s not the kind of place you would notice on a map – it’s so small I wouldn’t be surprised if some maps didn’t even mention it.
But my home has one thing going for it that can’t be argued; it’s beautiful there. Perhaps the most beautiful place in the world.
Growing up my parents were unemployed and poverty was a reality for a lot of people. Unemployment was more the rule than the exception. We depended on the ocean for fish to eat and sell, the mountains and forest offered up animals to be hunted, and we grew crops on the fertile land.
I didn’t have all the toys that I wanted, I didn’t go on overseas holidays with my family, but I had an amazing childhood.
It was when I turned 18 that I went to live in a big city. And as much as I’ve adapted the truth is, there’s still no place like home. I value my visits – the space to go home for the holidays, r…