From Maputsoe, Lesotho comes a new video for Kommanda Obbs’s ‘Hona Joale’, recorded in the city of Maseru and on the Thaba Bosiu sandstone plateau (where the previous–under the rule of King Moshoeshoe in the nineteenth century–capital used to be). The chorus goes something like this: “I have been broke for a long time, standing on the corner, shooting dice. Right now I’m on form, I’m everywhere. See me on television…”

H/T (and translation): Ts’eliso

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