Lesotho, fat'se la bo ntat'a ronaI have often wondered what we mean to say. You and I have agreed that yes, we can lay claim to the land and call it Land of our fathers, the first verse. Which gives us the right to make another claim: It is the most beautiful of worlds, the second verse. We're lying through our teeth. We're lying to ourselves and we're lying to the world, because we do not believe what we're singing. How do I know? If we believed what we were singing and really thought our country was the most beautiful in the world, then
Hara mafat'se le letle ke lona
We'd do a lot towards keeping it that way.That's how I know. And I hereby ask you, when you hear yourself chanting that second verse of the first stanza, to wonder what it is you are doing for Lesotho that gives you a right to proclaim its beauty before the world. As much as we have agreed that we can safely say the land is ours, I disagree as to its absolute beauty. Beauty, like love, must be maintained through deliberate action.
We would be selfless, and go out of our way to help unfortunate Basotho.
We would plant trees all over the place, instead of uprooting them.
We would not have burned down Maseru, the capital city, because we'd lost an election.
We would not be running away and draining Lesotho of its grey-matter.
We would not suffer from IPS, Inverted Pyramid Syndrome, but back and support everything local.
We would not have killed other Basotho for political gain.
We would not throw paper and other rubbish in the street but in the rubbish bin.
"I'm washing my car because I want it to look beautiful." When you're done washing it, then you drive it to town to boast, because at that instant you do believe it is beautiful, because you've done something to gain the right to believe that it is beautiful. Why should it be different when it concerns Lesotho? You shine your shoes regularly, you whiten your "liteki" (sneakers) and iron your shirt to a crease. When you go out at night wearing those clothes you feel handsome, you feel that you can conquer love, you try to conquer love. Why should it be different when it concerns Lesotho?
We're lying to ourselves and to the world. This must cease, if we're to "raise ourselves up and wipe off the dust." One of our common goals must be to ensure that Lesotho remains or becomes the most beautiful we can make it. How? Look at the list above and start making that 2nd verse of the 1st national anthem stanza true.