Reflections on the Lesotho Literary Tradition (and Other Gilded Cages)

Smiles plaster the faces of everyone here because they are precisely where they want to be, doing precisely what they want to be doing.

For me, music is a form of belonging.

For nearly a century, Sekese’s resonant stories were only accessible to Sesotho-language readers.

The shaft is a throat, swallowing us whole...

The money grows teeth in my pocket, gnashing at the seams— a rand with eyes...

Mistresses are like children: if they want candy to keep them from whining, you do as needed.

'Ke tla shoa moo u shoang, ke epeloe teng. Jehova a nketse ka hore le ka hore ha nka khaohana le uena ha e se ka lefu…'

It’s easy to see how even with the new musical direction, he still has a clear sense of who he is as an artist.