Many years ago, I am told, I was born at a village by the name of Motimposo in Maseru, Lesotho. Even with little evidence on my part, the joy my birth brought to my family is attested to by works of art my father made to celebrate my arrival. I am sure my mother celebrated too in her own way for, being a mother myself I know the joy it brings to deliver.
When you enter our home, the first thing that greets you is a brown clay mold of a face. It has sharp, but squinty eyes of some one with no hair. The shiny finish gives the mold a remarkable essence and brilliance about its presence. For as young as I can recall, I would stare at the face asking my father "Is this a picture of me, father?" And each time he would return with the same question, " I don't know, what do you think?" As I grew older I found out the face was either mine or Robert's, my grandfather's. My father thought I was in so many ways like grandfather. Passion for details and precision, moral uprightness, loyalty and brilliance in most things were Robert's greatest virtues.
On top of these, my father thought I ought to be able to carry a pot on my head. So, next to this face, he laid a rectangular fabric of beads in yellow and blue with the words "'metsi Puleng'" (water Puleng) ingrained in it. I suppose he not only wanted me to shine in the matters of the mind but in the most practical day to day activities of going to well with other girls, carrying the pot on my head and bringing water home to my family. And this theme of my life has guarded me since. My desire is and always has been to bring home water and to bring it elsewhere to those who care to drink.
Who do I associate myself with? My grandfather, Robose Sethunya. That is why I am Setloholo sa Robose Sethunya, who is,"the grand-daughter-of Robose Sethunya". My grandfather was short in stature, strong-willed and lived by principle. He was a head chief of the local village and its vicinities. "You are not thinking....you need to start thinking or I will instill thought in you in ways that may not make you smile. THINK!" He said.
By this motto I have survived.

My passion is ...

Philosophy

I know too much about ...

Cooking

My parents always told me ...

Stop!

My childhood ambition ...

Language

My favorite memory ...

Tea Cup From the Graveside

Why I write ...

Condemned

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reliving the Sabotage of Civil Rights in Media

My first job ...

Pharmacy Technologist

My best moment ...

Talking to My Family

My inspiration ...

Mother and Father

Politics, News & Issues > Political Issues Why are international students not allowed to work in the United States

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United States Makes Exceptions for Students to Work in the Country

It is true that international students are generally not allowed to work in the United States, but the government makes exceptions in certain conditions. Let me remind me the reader that international students come to this country to study, not to work. So if you want to look at the issue from a broader perspective, yes, students are not allowed to not because they do not necessarily ask for permission to work when they ask for permission to be students in the country. The good news is, the US government offers alternati...

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