The Ten Percent: Are We Rooted in Reality?

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Semphetenyane, Ha Pita, where I stay, is the quintessential ghetto, in fact, it epitomizes everything a ghetto is about – urban life entangled in semi-rural ways of living. I decided to take this kasi narrative to the extreme and opened up a small scale farm in the heart of this township.

Kasi Farms has over a hundred chicken bred for meat at any given time. We also have seasonal veggies for sale. But, “taba kholo mona ke khoho” (let’s look into the chickens).

It came to my attention this morning while feeding my chicken, that while there maybe two different species of these braai packs on legs, under my care, not all chicken are equal and some are more equal than others.

That is to say that my free range poultry is more adaptive to change and less fragile than those strictly bred for meat (tse mona tse ts’oeu).  How did I come to this conclusion?

Well, let’s just say I hit a rough patch and decided to throw my pampered, spoilt meat bred chicken some lettuce from the garden. Guess what happened? Those little bird brained peckers snubbed my veggies.

How is any of this important to you, to your life, your hustle, your well-being, your finances? For one, you just might be this type of chicken and not even know it. Because you see, my free range is different, the hustler of the domesticated animal world, its highly intelligent, easily spotting food and weighing its options in hard times, it doesn’t wait to be fed, you just open up the door for it and it will feed itself.

Now given the harsh economic climate we’re faced with as the youth of this country, wouldn’t it be to our benefit if we were more like the Free Ranger (Khoho ea Sesotho)? Graduates, I’m talking to YOU!

While the beautiful, mountainous, Kingdom of Lesotho may have one of the highest literacy rates in Africa (please look this up), our percentage of pupils who make it to varsity and graduate is only 10% of the literate population.

That’s not a lot ‘akere’, but hold up, we all know that due to bureaucratic red tape, failing employment systems and here the list goes on and on.., it’s almost impossible finding any job, let alone one that suits your particular set of skill. You’re better finding a glacier in the Sahara really.

But what makes our situation direr, is our narrow, pride driven outlook on life. You see, your average graduate would rather go hungry than to work as security guard, garden person, personal assistant and cab driver, all jobs that they consider “beneath” them.

All the while hunger pains keep knocking at their door like, “Hi, my name is Poverty, we don’t know each other yet, but we are about to get acquainted.”

This is Africa my friend and if you have not noticed, while there maybe milk and honey, it’s in short supply so you had better grab whatever piece of the pie while you still can. My strictly bred for meat poultry failed to recognize good, healthy sources of nourishment, because they FAILED to identify the packaging. To them, food only comes in two forms, as mesh or pellets.

My Free Rangers are street smart though, they ask me first if I have something for them, if my answer is no they calmly look at me and say, “that’s not even an issue bro, know what? Just open this door for us, I think I just saw a tasty colony of worms over there on the fertilizer heap.”

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