Below is a story centered on this theme, reflecting the communal struggle and the search for hope. The Last Harvest of Manyeneng
"If we only cry that we are perishing, we teach them how to die. If we plant, we teach them how to remain."
She reached into her apron and pulled out a small leather pouch of heirloom seeds—sorghum and maize that had been in her family for generations. She reminded the elders that while the elders and the strong were falling, the children—the orphans of the village—were still watching them.