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Schoolbus (7)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho   Last week Mr Phooko told us that we would have a Chemistry test on Stoichiometry. We are to have it next week. Most of my classmates were angry. TK and Katleho were protesting passionately in the back seat and I turned back to laugh at them. I have to be honest, I was very […]

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Schoolbus (6)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho “Calculate the mass of potassium hydroxide that needs to be used to prepare 500 cubic centimetres of 2 mole cubic decimetres solution of water-” “Wait, wait Rapelang! Let me read it myself please!” Palesa interrupts my reading from the Physical Science Chemistry text book. She furrows her brows and reads her own text book in silence. […]

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Schoolbus (5)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho I could barely focus on anything when I got home on Monday, after that somewhat tense conversation with Palesa on the bench. The stitching process is taking longer than I thought.  I still got a number of loose threads. What in the world was she talking about? What happened at her old school? Whatever it is, […]

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Schoolbus (4)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho I am helping Palesa Tefo with Chemistry today this afternoon. It is Monday and a week or so since she asked me to help her with Chemistry. We were not able to make time the whole of last week because of the football practices I had every day, because we had a friendly match with Bokamoso […]

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Schoolbus (3)

    By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho My 5:00 alarm rang too soon today. I need some twenty-four more hours of nothing but indulging myself in this blissful concept called sleep. That is exactly what I need. My sister is sitting across our kitchen table, looking, if anything like the jolliest and the-most not-tired person in the world. She is holding her […]

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