Finding Seed Children

I live in a small village in Tswapong called Lecheng. It is a temporary situation as my husband is the headmaster at the junior secondary school and we live within the school compound. We’ve been here about five years. It holds a bit of a tender place in my heart, this village, because when I moved here is when I decided to give my writing a serious chance. We’ll move from here soon, but I’ll always think of this village fondly.

Another reason I love Lecheng is the beauty of the place. It sits in a ring of hills, part of the Tswapong Hills, that have provided many a lovely Sunday for me. Climbing up the hills and scrounging around on top I have uncovered all sorts of wonders. Yesterday was a case in point.

Up on the ridge far behind the school, I found this.

In the red sandstone you often find trees searching for any way to take hold and grow, creating very interesting shapes. I laughed when I saw this. This next weekend we’ll be off to Gaborone for the launch of Bontekanye Botumile’s newest book called The Seed Children. It is about children in the Okavango Delta who turn into trees. It seems I’ve discovered a secret- those seed children don’t only live up in the Delta, they seem to have escaped into the hills of Tswapong too.