The Tswana speakers have long invited trouble, now they'll get it.
If you remember the story of how a camel slowly but surely encroached into the tent of a Bedouin, finally kicking the tent owner out, then you will understand how the Kalanga nation foolishly sacrificed their language to the whims of Seretse Khama and his British overlords, finally losing even the right to have their staple food, zengwe or millet available in the shops of Northern Botswana. I recently read yet another infuriating comment from a Tswana bigot. Following Letsile Tebogo's heroic feat at the Paris Olympics, someone referred to us as Botswanans. The Tswana bigot then rudely responded with something like "We are not Botswanans, but Batswana!". I say "Yes, we are Botswanans; not tribal Tswanas but simply people who are native to the country that was wrongly named "Botswana". The war must be taken to the Tswanas if our country is to be saved. The Tswanas adamantly refuse to call places by their correct names because place names are nearly always Ka...