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Updated: June 1, 2025
A good many boys and girls in England before they are ten years old own many more books than Shomolekae ever had and have read more than he. They also have better homes than he, for he pushed on from one mud hut to another along the rivers and lakes, and all the possessions that he had in the world could be put into the bottom of his canoe.
He set to work with his own hands, and he helped to make and lay bricks, to put in the doors and windows, and to place the roof on the walls, until at last the little school was built. And when it was actually built Shomolekae himself went to be a student there, and Mackenzie began to train him to be a preacher and a teacher to his own people.
The hymn-book was written in the language of the people the Sechuana language and Shomolekae taught them from the book to sing hymns. The music was the sol-fa notation. This is one of the hymns: 1. "Yesu oa me oa nthata, Leha ke le mo dibin; A re yalo mo kwalon, A re yalo mo pedun. E, Yesu oa me, E, Yesu oa me, E, Yesu oa me, Oa me, mo loraton.
He has robbed Mr. Mackenzie. I do not know what to do." And old Paul went and told John Mackenzie, who took notice of the boy Shomolekae and learned to trust him. Many months passed by; and two years later John Mackenzie was going to a place further north in Africa than Kuruman. The name of this town was Shoshong, where Mackenzie would live and teach the people about Jesus Christ.
After a while it was decided that Shomolekae should go and live in a small village by the river, and there again begin his work of telling the men and women of Jesus Christ, and teaching the boys and girls to read. In his satchel, which was made of odd bits of calico print of different patterns, Shomolekae had a hymn-book with music.
In the garden in Africa where, you remember, David Livingstone plighted troth with Mary Moffat, as they stood under an almond tree, there lived years ago a chocolate-skinned, curly-haired boy. His name was Shomolekae. His work was to go among the fruit trees, when the peaches and apricots were growing and to shout and make a noise to scare away the birds.
Sometimes Shomolekae took long journeys with wagon and oxen, and at the end of two years he went with Mackenzie a great way in order to buy windows, doors, hinges, nails, corrugated iron, and timber with which to build a better church at Shoshong. When Shomolekae came back again with the wagons loaded up there was great excitement in the tribe.
If he had not done this they would have eaten up all the fruit. This boy was born in Africa over seventy-five years ago, when Victoria was a young queen. In the same garden was a grown-up gardener, also an African, with a dark face and crisp, curly hair. The grown-up gardener one day stole some of the fruit off the trees, and he went to the little boy, Shomolekae, and offered him some apricots.
"And a highway shall be there and a way; and it shall be a way of holiness." But the Way is not finished. And the last words that Mackay wrote were: "Here is a sphere for your energies. Bring with you your highest education and your greatest talents, and you will find scope for the exercise of them all." Shomolekae
Day after day Shomolekae worked until he had made a big heap of bricks. With these he built a little house for Mr. Wookey to live in. But these sun-dried bricks soon spoil if they get wet, so he had to build a verandah to keep the rain from the walls. When the house was built and Mr. Wookey was settled in it, they travelled still further up the river to learn what people were living there.
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