All day I hesitated to type and to publicise the words, now I get it
4th July came and it was so easy to press the button and to celebrate- US Independence with great pride
It was so easy to be joyful and feel triumphant
5th July came and passed, even though there was a golden invitation on the dresser waiting ... Waiting for me to show up to be counted as a Malawian at Malawi's 50th
Counted in the the celebrations of expats abroad reunited by a common cause. A blood line, a cultural and identifiable bloodline to the roots of our accentors, to most- their roots are still frest and current with residing back home
6th July and still I hesitated.
I could not type the words so easily and could not, did not want to join in on the celebrations
What did I have to celebrate, what I had contributed? What had been achieved in order to celebrate?
Melancholy sunk in, joy no longer existed what was there to celebrate apart from being in the same room of identifiable roots and tongues?
I could adorn nice attire from head to tore and show up to be counted.
Counted for what?
What could I or we celebrate?
Guilt has eaten away at my inner core the whole day and tied me in notes
Guilt bound me to stay indoors
I would be none the wiser to celebrate
What did I have to celebrate?
What did we have to celebrate?
Truth be known
We are still not liberated nor free
We instead have become mummified into subdued believers
Only this time around we are not
bound or enslaved by anyone else but only by ourselves
We are enslaved in ourselves and to otherness
How could I celebrate?
Celebrate, when a woman, child or man is truly free?
How could I celebrate when basic rights to human entitlement are still not readily free
How could I celebrate, knowing the fact that today of all days after. 50years if independence someone - a woman, child or man could go to bed hungry
what was there to celebrate?
Today is Malawian Independence Day. Independence from what?
For we are not mentally free,
The time to celebrate will be when every woman, child and man has equal basic rights to- food, clean water, sanitation, medicine, education, and a roof under their heads to call a stable home
Freedom to dance and celebrate will exert itself when greed comes to a halt. When those in power realise their power and use it for the greater good to look beyond their pockets & greed and into human kind. Fresh & fresh
Such a basic formula right? So easy to get it right? One despairs that something so easy, has not been achieved for the past 50 years
Shall we wait another 50year to celebrate?
true independence and celebrations only arises in pride and not shame
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