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Back at the house preparations had already started. The King was so happy about the arrival of his second son into this world, he was boasting in pride amongst his council men. “Ke entse ngwana monna thaka ntatae, Kepi ntho etlo le tjhekelang baradi Mosenene sedula mokoting hae kgore Bosiu le motshehare o dula ale malala a laotswe Lepe se rathang pakeng tsa mangwele Tsena tsohle le di botse baradi lapeng Ha osena baradi o botse mosadi mma bana Mohlomong a ka o phethela palenyana” He said, followed by a brief chuckle. Pacing up and down praising his newly born son with excitement written all over his face in capital letters. Having a son meant a lot to him because it meant the ancestors where in his side. They had many sleepless nights desperately praying for a child. They struggled conceiving a child for so long that they no longer had the luxury of praying for a child of any specific gender. The fact that he got a boy made him very grateful that he felt he had t...