Ga o Tlhaloganye

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
Stubbornly he attends a funeral on a cold day.
Sick as he was.

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
Stubbornly forcing an opinion on you.
Of how you should treat others.

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
Stubbornly wanting you to do what he wanted.

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
Wanting to go comfort a family in need.
When he could not even walk.

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
Just to go pay his club fees.When he knew he could not play anymore.

“Ga o tlhaloganye,” my grandfather would say.
When we did not want him to be. Who he was.
When we did not understand why he did what he did.
When all he wanted was for us all to share him with the community at large.
When all he was being was “Malome”.

Ntatemogolo, we now understand and are proud to be called your grandchildren.
No matter how HUGE your shoes are to fill.
REST IN PEACE Ntatemogolo, knowing we will not disappoint you at all.

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