How to Name a Colour

Memory is something that is on my mind a lot lately, both the bio-chemical process we call memory and the artifacts that result from that action.

By Dr. Gwen E. Sullivan

Fiction and Poetry

The Beast and the Boy Who Lives Close to my House

Step away from the edge Stand clear of the fall, a bite of the dust. This soil reeks of death, this would be your end. The beginning of decay, like metal bitten by rust

By Leteka Phillip Leteka

Narrative

Naheng: The World Where Intimacy Between Men Transcends Monolithic Politics of Sexuality In Lesotho

As much as I didn’t feel any romantic feelings for those boys, I did feel tenderness towards them, and still do. Some days, you could lie in the grass with another boy’s head on your shoulder. And that was peace. Harmony.

By Lenka Motlalentoa

Culture and Critics

How the Novelist Morabo Morojele Created a Distorted Vision of Lesotho

Through his work, Ntate Morabo has similarly succeeded in guiding the reader to see Lesotho naked herself, where ghosts roam about and she is stripped of the pretensions, even in her naming, that hide the song of violence always humming at the edges of her society.

By Moso Sematlane

Culture and Critics

Africa’s New Cinema

If anything can be taken from Lemohang Mosese’s "Mother I Am Suffocating. This Is My Last Film About You"….is that Africa has not been a good mother to her children.

By Moso Sematlane

Culture and Critics

Outside The System: Isao Takahata, the lesser-known Studio Ghibli Co-founder

The most expensive movie ticket I have ever purchased, and I will ever purchase, was for a film directed by Studio Ghibli co-founder, Isao Takahata. The price of the movie ticket was around $275 dollars.

By Dan LaTourette

The Chalakist

The Cultural Movement that Divided a Nation’s Youth

The idea of ‘normal’ is not real; normal for the spider is chaos to the fly, so what is normal anyway? Culture and tradition, like water, are uncontainable, ever-shifting.

By Lenka Motlalentoa

The Chalakist

In Most Maseru Clubs Deejaying has become a Contagious Art of Repetition

Gone are the days when DJs could exist in symbiosis with the creators of the music themselves, where, an up-and-coming musician, could have their career blow up because a DJ took a chance on them and spun their songs on dance floors, leading to the artist’s discovery by a wider audience.

By Lenka Motlalentoa

Fiction and Poetry

The Day We Took Ourselves Apart

We wanted to become nothing, so that we could become more than nothing. It was only nothingness that could relieve us from the responsibility of being alive.

By Moso Sematlane

Culture and Critics

The Listening Room: The Sound and the Word 001

In this ongoing series, Mamosetse invites its friends, collaborators, and associates to share in the joy of music. Each of them introduces a special playlist, curated by them, to share a piece of their relationship with these songs with our readers.

By Leteka Phillip Leteka and Moso Sematlane

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