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"If we only cry that we are perishing, we teach them how to die. If we plant, we teach them how to remain."

Mme Masechaba stood up, her joints creaking like the old gates of the village. She didn't offer a prayer of mourning; instead, she walked to the center of the circle. Chaba Di A Fela

"Our kraals are empty because there are no hands to milk the cows," Rre Molefe sighed, leaning heavily on his staff. "The schools are quiet because the mothers are gone. If the people finish, who will tell the stories of where we came from?" "If we only cry that we are perishing,

She reached into her apron and pulled out a small leather pouch of heirloom seeds—sorghum and maize that had been in her family for generations. She reminded the elders that while the elders and the strong were falling, the children—the orphans of the village—were still watching them. "Our kraals are empty because there are no