CHAPTER 7, 8, 9, 10

21 – Memoir:

CHAPTER 7

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Life has presented itself as warfare before, but we are the agents of peace. We are children of
peace. However, by applying the term “peace” we don’t necessarily mean blind obedience even
to misfacts. I have already established that I am not a sheep, I would prefer to identify as a lion,
if we were to be viewed in the form of beasts of the field. Fortunately we are human. Today we
raise our voices in showing how our experience on earth has been both emotionally devastating
as well as promising. The promise that we make to ourselves is to honour the ones that have
established the Order that we are to enjoy. We reap the harvest that was long planted by our
parents, some of whom have let the surface of the earth physically to become immortal.
Bereavement would make you panic, it would make you overthink, it would make you want to
give up on the essence of life, but it is in finding strength to keep breathing that we appreciate the
beauty of our people’s origins and the glorious impact they have had on us while they still
walked with us. We have been fed properly, both with food and knowledge. I personally
appreciate the information and the divine data that my dearest mother, Mma Motshegwe, had
ensured to pour unto the child that I was. At the age of 21 I am obliged to become a fully
developed man without excuses for it is what it is. I continue to chant a message of gratitude and
respect. The seedling that had been my Mother had decorated the garden that she had walked
through during her 4 decades (plus one gracious year) of her being on earth. She had obviously
been a good daughter and great sibling in the house of her parents – my honourable
grandparents. She had ensured to protect herself from parasites and criminal devices that intrude
to ruin crops. She survived the early years of the 21stcentury and she witnessed the beauty if
seeing her child become a young man. She brought 4 of us to the world as a beautiful family
under he r hands and maternal care. The relationship that my sisters and I (and our brother) has
become almost divine. We are an example of a family that has to stick together to mature even in
youth; to build the beautiful things that we were born to craft. I easily state that I can fight
anyone for my sisters! It is for the water that I see in their eyes that I shall stand and protect them
from the radioactive rays of the sun. If it is a matter of spiritual order I will speak to God for
them, on their behalf; I will teach them how to respect or bend the natural laws and I will stand
and face the monsters that come with road in order to protect my little siblings. They shall grow
under the serious escort of my eyes for the times to come. They shall know that ours are not
regrettable lives as we are surely safe and aware of the real love that has raised us. We shall
defend what we are. And, I will head the army; I will lead the flock and I will ensure to become a
good shepherd who is ready to part with what he has in defence of love and natural domestic
order. It is in my genes that I find the right and authority to apply swords and ammunition in
defence for what I stand for, I stand for my sisters: Marang Lira Motshegwe and Mmabatho
Angel Motshegwe. I stand for the family that I have inherited. I stand for power, resilience and
true courage. It has all become inevitable. The legacy that I stand for is as inevitable as my
deeper aspirations in this life.

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 CHAPTER 8
Reality blows fantasy like a very-well trained boxer. It punches holes into our souls that we have
to learn to recover from. Life presented a reality that was sprinkled and perplexed by drops of
passion. It was and still is a passionate reality. We had been left with no choice but to love our
parents. We had been born through very passionate natural processes. The biology was fine, for
we appreciated the gifts of life. The best gift that I had ever received was my mother, Mrs
Nothando Iye Motshegwe. She was the living gift that I got to wake up to greet in the morning.
She was an incarnation of the real love that had taught me to obey to positive orders and to resist
nonsense like a military general. Even the toughest military general has to go back home to a
house with portraits of their mother, wife and children. It is a passionate reality. If we could not
love with our souls and hearts then we would become pale gods but our God has crafted a
beautiful emotion, a forceful sensation that is endless and that is love in its traditional order. My
love is not of romance nor expensive trips to European cities. It is not a love of colonial
perfumes but it is a love under/of natural orders. I grew up staring at my mother as if she was a
god. She was indeed a goddess in the story of my childhood and such divinity does not die.
Today I am a young man that can see the clouds even in the night. I am a young man that has
been taught by this passionate reality to remove passion and replace it with facts. I am made up
of the truth, although it can be bent by our passions and emotions. If anything has been left
dusty, I am the one that would clean it up. If there has been a scratch on the glasses I will replace
them, in memory of my dear mother whom I shall adore with all the passion that I can afford. I
will fix everything while also checking the roof of the house. I shall fasten the doors and lad the
metaphorical guns as I have made it clear that I am in a position to fight anyone for my siblings,
for this legacy and for myself. I have gotten to appreciate the fact that I had also been a gift to
my mother - a gift that cannot be given away for free no matter how the evil passions of life still
pursue us. I shall arrive at the destined destination treasuring all the beautiful things that had
made my mother and I beautiful (as partners) while also becoming a raw work manhood.

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 CHAPTER 9
In 15 years’ time, I should already be extending our names. Our union is permanent like the rays
of the sun (as long as the sun lives) that the planets float around without much of a choice
because that is life itself in orbit. The family name, Motshegwe, and everything that I had
inherited from Mma Motshegwe shall not fade away with the echoes of time. No, we are alive,
thanks to the responsibilities well-carried out by our parents and the ancestry earlier before them.
By 15 years’ time, I am able to foresee a future that is built upon the rules of our household. Of
course there shall be new things to life, not necessarily marriage but such an occurrence would
be a positive one. It is amazing to acknowledge the vision of having a whole family of mine;
then my two sisters would have to become aunts to my own seeds. The partner that I would have
to settle with will have to be legitimate enough to please my mother even in the afterlife. She
would look upon the extension of our DNA, appreciating the smoothness in my skills as guider, a
guardian and a protector. I am already a father. I took a promise, and I shall uphold it. I shall
uphold our values – the ones that we had been raised through, even if means defending them in
parliament or even at higher arenas of the world. I understand what order is hence it is easy for
me to be able to identify disorder and oppose it with force because we have a lot to live for as
well as much to die for. In this era we carry our own crowns, noticing that the messiah could be
among us. In 15 years’ time I shall show products and profits that will prove that I was raised
well, a fact that nobody can deny. At the age of 21 I am able to speak to my siblings, to show
them the good and the evil of our surroundings and beyond. I imagine my two sisters to be great
aunties to my children in the future. I image peace for them, and for them I also imagine progress
as well as the wealth that comes from paying attention to our gifts. My lamentations are not
simply based on sadness and vengeful ambition, they are the very roots that had guided my
growth as I was being shepherded, dressed up and tended to by mother until I turned the age of
21. Our union is permanent.

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 CHAPTER 10
Oh, my dear comrades, I hope I do not sound too soft. I am far from being a soft nerd; I am an
actual warrior without much of a choice. I have been chosen by this life, I did not choose any of
it. It is both inspiring and well-arranged. By claiming not to be soft I do not disregard the fact
that my mother has raised a gentleman. I can pay attention to a brother. I can advocate for what I
find to be relevant and reasonable to relate to. As I have made it clear, simplicity is guaranteed
although the devils that we coexist with try to make reality so hard. At this point what I want is
my mother’s to be respected. Her legacy must impose itself through my practical advancements
in this world before the eyes of everyone including those who love or oppose us. I will not yield
to the theories that are made to discourage us. I will not be mended by the lies that try to
intimidate our truth. I will stand for the facts and I will defend the great aspects that I have
benefited from during my path. Academically I shall impose my intelligence so that my smart
grades would speak for me. My grades must inspire the children that come behind or after me.
My career goals are well planned. I know where I am going. Perhaps when I arrive I shall share
my sentiments at the age of 25, on a planned memoir that would follow this volume (21) that one
to be named 25 (Twenty Five), as that is only logical sequence. I offer a promise to the reader as
now we have become part of each other’s story. This book communicates to you without
arrogance. The chapters are meant to show that we are together in this life. I shall being to the
table what I can bring to the table. May my brothers (comrades), even those of those distant
origins, show respect and a willingness to contribute to the positive things that we present. I am a
leader and running away from my responsibilities has been impossible. Running away from my
mother’s love, even following different sequences of life, had been impossible. It is an
impossible love to evade. It is an impossible reality to run away from. At the table where debates
and discussions are being made concerning our future, I am the Head. At the offices where my
sisters’ names are mentioned, I am the Head. I come as a legitimate head of the table, a truly
paternal figure by way of promise and blessing, a captain and a living ancestor. I am honest to
the laws of my truth and that has rendered me a leader and head of the flock, the one that leads
them.