On Friday, November 2, Lepholisa
Primary School held a Farewell
Feast for ‘M’e Neo… me. It was intended
to be a joyous occasion, filled with memories of my past three years in Lesotho,
funny and sad stories, traditional songs and dances, traditional Basotho food
and gift giving.
The day was all of this…and
more. It was a tearful day of facing
reality for me…the reality that I shall soon be leaving the Basotho people and
my beloved second home, Lesotho.
The ceremony was stressful because I tried to be as
strong as a Basotho woman, but failed. I
was unable to control my tears the way the bo ‘m’e do during all their trials
and tribulations…but at the same time, I realized that that’s okay! I was reminded that I am an American woman,
strong and capable…capable of showing and sharing these emotions with those who
are dear to me. This was a gentle reminder of my origins and my home, America.
As difficult as the day was for me, I must say that
everyone else had a wild and happy time!
The food: setampo- creamed maize
kernels, papa- a maize like corn bread, likhobe- corn kernels, khoho- chicken,
nyekoe- beans and sorghum, lipabe-maize (which has been roasted, ground to a
flour–like consistency and mixed with salt and sugar, then put into the palm of
the hand to be licked), and motoho- a sour, loose porridge to which sugar is
added before drinking. The feast was
scrumptious!!!
I was also presented with traditional Basotho
clothing: a red seshoeshoe- a dress, a
tuku-matching scarf, a tjale- a small blanket that the women wear over their
shoulders or around their waists, and a Basotho hat.
Many other small gifts were presented: a
statue of King Moshoeshoe the first king
of Lesotho, a diary, a
clay pot and a small purse made from local mohair!
There were speeches, speeches and more speeches…all in
Sesotho of course; my friend and colleague, Nthabeseng,was kind enough to sit
next to me and translate.
Then the
students in each grade performed a traditional song or dance in my honor.
After all the formalities were finished, the crowd of
students, parents, dignitaries, etc. began to feast, drink, dance and
sing.
The highlight of the dancing was
when many of the ntate (fathers) formed a circle around me and began to dance
and sing…it was lovely!
We all finally
went home, exhausted, full and happy.
Lepholisa, I shall never forget you!
Ah, tomorrow there’s another farewell at Mopeli School. Maybe I won’t
cry!!!