Hi, my name is Leoma Monaheng, and I am a dream chaser. The problem with being a Dream chaser is that dreams are tricky little fellas, they are crafty you see. Sometimes when you believe you have one in hand they manage to just slip through your fingers, add to this the fact that they are extremely quick on their feet.., slippery, fast, crafty!
I was born a Dream chaser, because they have haunted my imagination for as long as I can remember. I can almost see it now, the day I saw my first dream, the thought still lingers in my memory. The Dream I had was simple: Become a beacon of light and hope to the youth of Lesotho.
That’s when I started Kemnet Networks Lesotho, why? Well, the reason was quite simple really; you can only value light if you have been through the darkness. I hail from Semphetenyane, Ha Pita. A slum, basically where service delivery is poor that we do not have a full grasp of what the word actually means, to us it’s just a fancy word we see on T.V once in a while, especially when people from S.A are on strike for one reason or another.
I wanted to illuminate my surroundings, shed light to the youth in my neighbourhood, those that only see the bleakness that is all around them and have been dragged down by the realities of “life in the hood” to even try to dream, choosing the route of escapism instead, you know the age old ghetto story; drugs, alcohol, sex and crime!
Many of these youths once dreamt of having a Dream, they sought them out, but because of their environment, their Dreams were always out of reach. Dreams do not thrive in the hood you see, Economists and Social Scientists have their own speculations as to why this is the case.
As for me, personally, I just believe that they hate the conditions. Dreams are “boujie” little creatures that love the luxury of well paved streets, cutely trimmed yards and fancy looking houses.
No self respecting Dream would be caught dead in the slums, that’s why it’s so hard for us to catch them down here. Once in a while a ghetto kid sees a glimpse of it and conjures up enough gumption and courage to will his feet to run as fast as they can to catch it.
Seductive creatures they are, these Dreams, once caught, the captor then finds themselves as the captive, ensnared by the promise of fame and extravagance. The once starry eyed youth then moves out of the ghetto, Dream in hand to a place where Dreams thrive in abundance, the Suburbs I believe is what they call this land.
But I had a different plan, I wanted to catch as many dreams as I could and bring them back to where I was born, back to Ha – Pita. I felt like Ash from Pokémon, but instead of catching Pokémon, my mission was to capture as many Dreams as I could and bring them back to my neighbourhood for the poor kids to enjoy.
Long story short, I caught some while some have managed to slip through my fingers on many occasions. My proudest memories include being able to feed and clothe orphanages, homeless children in Maseru and mentoring some of the children from Semphetenyane.
I recently lost a job so I guess it will be a while until I have a stable income again, but we can never stop until our mission is achieved, “gotta catcth em all” right, as Ash would say.