Our humble King

Our humble King

ON the virtues of our king, a day on a walk observing the king at a distance reveals the basic virtues the subjects know of in reverence. A humble man in all respects, the king is a figure that represents none of the holier than thou attributes one would expect despite being above all of the subjects that corral around him.
Morena Letsie III is not that type of king that demands respect, just his presence is enough to make one aware that his being is possibly astral in origin, at a level close to the seraphic angels of heaven.
The passage of the ages of the king changes nothing in our minds, for he remains the quintessential individual that keeps the fabric of the Basotho blanket together. He is the thread that binds us together as a nation. Though we subjects proclaim his greatness in the poetry we recite in the music whilst recounting the life of King Letsie III it often feels like it is not enough. A walk with the king reveals a different side; that the king is more humble than anyone of us subjects. There is no puffed up attitude of the snob in his talk, no sense that he is the king to a kingdom: his simplicity overrides his status, and his speech is always full of respect, a true sign of his growing wisdom with each passing year.

Now that we have come to the advent of the celebration of his day of birth, we will once again unite as the Basotho nation to celebrate his life. The famous authors, Virginia Woolf and John Keats, present views that are reminiscent to the life of the king in observation.
Woolf posits: “A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living”.
A king that is at times in tumultuous times due to the political battles, he has somehow always managed to steer the ship as a true captain does manning a ship through a stormy sea. There is just no denying his resilience when the times seem perilous, and one believes that the kingdom maintains its character of peacefulness from his. Listening to his talk and watching him tells one that, “all is well the kingdom shall survive this storm it is in…” because the kingdom is fortunate to have a king like him.

The sovereignty of a kingdom lies with the king reigning in the soil of his land. It depends on the king being a king of justice and not image, a king that relies on truth and not partiality.
Those who have such a king and lean on him for guidance are fortunate; for as a translation of the Sesotho expression goes, ‘their harvest will fill the silos and their livestock shall give birth to twins’.
That Lesotho is such a respected kingdom is largely hinged on the fact that we have throughout our short history had humble and peaceful kings, from the founding of the kingdom to the present day.
His great-grandfather united different clans scattered far and wide by the Lifaqane and formed one nation of a different people. Proud of their heritage, the Basotho are stalwarts in the finding of common interest despite the differences in culture, clan, language, and individuality: all due to the type of monarchy we have had from the early days.
There is always a point of common interest in the nation, and the spirit of unity ensured that the nation advanced thus far. Different we are in our house to house families, but all of us are common and find favour in the royal court we reverently call

The Mountain Kingdom, The Kingdom in the Sky and by many other beautiful terms.
In the present era, our king stands as the only point of unity where political opinion polarises; he stands as the individual symbol of our commonality as a nation of a humble and peaceful people.
The line from DCT Bereng’s poem “King, we wash fortune off onto the children;” resonates in one’s mind that the king stands afore as the elixir that turns fortune’s whim in our favour.
Our children are the future we should preserve, a future that we should covet at all costs, and the only hope we have lies in us continuing to honour our king as we should. The king’s involvement in assuring that the welfare of the children is ensured is seen in his global efforts as the ambassador for nutrition of minors.

Though he is no mere mortal, he walks as an emissary to assuage the plight of his children in Lesotho and the children of the world.
He is the blanket that covers us all from the cold winters of the world, and the heat of the battles and wars that go on in the spirit.
The welfare of the nation depends on the king’s being; his ill health is our nation’s sickness, and his mirth is our merriment, and what ails us surely does not please him: that is the reason why he takes the battle to the enemies of malnutrition and poor health for the sake of us all.
The Basotho nation are children to the King, and as the father of the house of Lesotho, we all look up to his birthday celebrations. We hold the hope that the birthdays once again unite us each year from all the different corners of the world where we reside.

Happy is the Basotho nation, for we shall gather again this year in merriment, to see the throngs of his people and to hear the 21 cannon salutes, the horns and the drums, the bells and the whistles, and the ululations of the nation beetled around the king as he celebrates his 56th birthday.
Of the spirit of unity that shall once again be re-instilled on this day one cannot express, and of the fire of patriotism to the land of our forefathers that shall once again be stoked to keep us warm in the winter of our political despair one cannot wait for.
The basic hope of this nation lies in the constant declaration of allegiance to the king who lives his entire life not for himself but for the welfare of the nation as a whole.
That the days come and pass is due to the simple fact that he stands as the sun that lights up our beautiful skies, and that we go to sleep in peace is due to his presence keeping watch over our reposing selves in slumber. No surer sentry exists, no father more loyal than this good king who shepherds over us his flock can be seen.
The children are a nation to the King, and all of us are the children no matter our age and rank. We are the children to the king selected from birth to take on the hard role of being guardian over the countenances and the souls of an entire nation spread out and scattered all over the world.
He serves as the reminder that we are a people because he is: for what could we be if he was not? We are because he is. That there is a kingdom is due to the presence of a king, for without a king, the kingdom is not, and without the kingdom, the subjects thereof are lost.

His is not a reign temporal, his is a stance not promontory; for our king is the core of our customary, traditional, and cultural essence as a nation. In celebration we should all remember that we are not merely celebrating the life of one reverend figure; we are again touching ground and revisiting the markers of the history and our heritage as a nation of united people born from different clans.
Love, fortune, wisdom, justice, temperament, loyalty, and humility form the mind of the King, and the subjects draw their virtues from the well that is the king. That the Basotho are well-known as a peaceful people and nation is not due the virtues of the single individuals people from other nations come across, we are known as a peaceful people because we have a virtuous king.
We have been blessed with peaceful kings throughout the nation’s history, and they have ensured that we weather the storms that change comes with.
The king stands as a blanket that covers our shoulders when the cold winds of division buffet us, and he lays himself out for us to rest when we are fatigued from the troubles of the world.
That his hand nurtures the children is not only symbolic but it is an occurrence well-understood even in the logical realm, for we can only feed our children because he is there to ensure the sustenance of continued peace, and in peace all of us can prosper.
The longevity of the peace of a nation depends on its permanent leadership; the temporary ones often have their own private agendas to push that serve only the interests of the moment.

 

The nation must remember as we celebrate the marking of the 56th year on the staff of the king’s life that we are fortunate to still have a king in our midst, the beacon of hope and the ultimate symbol of peace expressed in the life and the self of King Letsie III. That there is a monarch guiding this nation is an assurance of continued peace: the peace we need to live.
The rains will surely come again this year, in the wake of the celebrations on the life of a king who serves the interests of his people in a manner that cannot be equalled in terms of commitment and selflessness, in terms of love and loyalty.
Our wish at thepost is that those initiatives the king is involved in flourish to the extent that they can cater for more of the needy, more of the orphaned, more of the vulnerable and more of the destitute.
We are all here to support the king who rules with kindness and consideration, truth and justice. Let the rains of fortune fall on the day we celebrate yet another year in the hallowed presence of our king. Hail to the king!

The prosperity of our times lies in house of the king, and this year, we shall all gather in Quthing to celebrate in thanks to God for granting us yet another year in the presence of the king who serves us with an unequalled sense of diligence.
We prosper as a nation because ours is a king who never forgot the cattle-post, ours is a king who never forgot the beauty of the green pasture, ours is a king who never forgot to lift his eyes unto the hills when the hardest moments in the history of his land come knocking.
Our prosperity lasts only because our king is a humble man possessive of an unequalled sense of humanity, a feeling individual that shares and bears our pains in patient silence.
The integrity of the king is expressed in his all-bearing, all-patient, and all-feeling demeanour.
Look there upon his face and you shall see the dignity personified in his deeds, observe his countenance in mirth and you shall see the bright light of an innocent child’s smile, hear his soothing words and all the worries run away, observe his gentle mien and you will rest assured that despite the tides of the times, we still have a peaceful kingdom watched over by a good king.
We stand here strong because we have a source of light that is strong, and our peace is begot of the waters of a deep pool in the beautiful mind of our king. That we are is because he is.

Happy birthday Ntat’a Rona, Happy Birthday Rabasotho, U re Holele mong’a rona. Molimo o boloke Lesotho le Basotho!
Khotso, Pula, Nala!

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