The following extract is from the Royal Bafokeng Holdings (RBH) Website

The Royal Bafokeng Nation (RBN) is a 300,000-strong community of black South Africans, based largely in North West province. The RBN owns 1,200km2 of land which hosts the world-renowned Bushveld Complex, the richest known reserve of platinum group metals and chrome in the world. The RBN leases portions of this land to, or conducts joint mining operations with some of the world’s largest mining companies such as Impala Platinum, Anglo Platinum and Xstrata. The RBN is a legal entity, led by Kgosi Leruo Molotlegi. The RBN, which is part of the Sotho-Tswana people, trace its origins to central Africa. Its people migrated southwards over more than a millennium to settle in the valley between the Pilanesberg Mountains and Rustenburg in the North West Province of South Africa. Throughout its 800-year history, the RBN prevailed over many hardships, rivalries and battles. In the mid-1850s the Bafokeng were displaced from their ancestral lands by European settlers. It was the visionary Kgosi August Mokgatle who in 1866 began securing the Bafokeng’s patrimony by purchasing the land they occupied historically. He bought land through the Lutheran Mission Society who held it in trust for the Bafokeng people. In 1869, when diamonds were discovered in Kimberley, Kgosi Mokgatle sent young men to work on the mines and repatriate their earnings to enable the Bafokeng to buy more land. The RBN has a well-established governance structure that incorporates both traditional leadership and democratically elected representatives.

The following poem encourages Bafokeng people on their way towards their dream,hope,goal and plan:

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou