Sing the Hallelujah Chorus with me, people! And gimme a big A-MEN! Why? Because the consumerism gods of the cosmos have looked down upon the people of Maseru and blessed them with the ultimate gift of… more →
The Lady V ProphecyThe Lady V wrote 2 weeks ago: Sing the Hallelujah Chorus with me, people! And gimme a big A-MEN! Why? Because the consumerism gods … more →
The Lady V wrote 1 month ago: I have a policy. It’s called the No Drama in Lesotho policy, or NDL policy. It mostly applies … more →
The Lady V wrote 1 month ago: Reasons Why Life in Maseru Can Be So Entertaining: 1. We have a dive bar that’s been dubbed … more →
The Lady V wrote 2 months ago: I can’t believe this is a true story … and, dude, the chair has HEADLIGHTS! I don’ … more →
The Lady V wrote 3 months ago: I’ve learned the true story behind Harold the Red Horned Goat! Turns out, my neighbor is a Fil … more →
The Lady V wrote 3 months ago: Just a quick update on the goat — I came home for lunch and the goat was still there. I left a … more →
The Lady V wrote 3 months ago: My neighbor had a gift tied next to his driveway this morning. It looked at me with scary eyes. … more →
The Lady V wrote 5 months ago: The play-by-play of last night’s series of events … it’s long-ish but totally worth the read. I prom … more →
The Lady V wrote 7 months ago: I might have gloated too soon. Last I wrote, I was rejoicing in the simplicity of moving in Maseru. … more →
The Lady V wrote 8 months ago: The Lady V walks into the Vodacom store in the Johannesburg Airport. The Lady V: Excuse me sir, but … more →
The Lady V wrote 10 months ago: A friend sent me the above card today – and it totally made me laugh, as I remembered the … more →
The Lady V wrote 1 year ago: I have an unwanted visitor problem again in the house. After all the previous death, trauma, and har … more →
The Lady V wrote 1 year ago: I had every intention of writing a meaningful yet cheeky post … but that was before I drove ho … more →
The Lady V wrote 1 year ago: Last Saturday night, as I walked down U Street with a Boston friend, we passed a group of ragged men … more →