Today, Zimbabweans worldwide “celebrate” their 27th year of independence from settler rule. Yes kids, it’s been a whole 27 years since we threw off the shackles of colonialism, and let us not forget our freedom was not granted, but taken after a long and protracted struggle, in which many of our gallant sons and daughters gave their lives to return our land to its rightful owners.
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Anyway, I have definitely been caught up in the patriotic fervour, and am looking forward to celebrating our Independence haaard! Not that a time like this would be used for reflection, self-analysis and (God forbid) debate on our nation’s status and identity over a quarter-century after we “threw off” the proverbial shackles.
Definitely not a time to be questioning ourselves, and our Honourable Members, where things might be going wrong and what we can do to fix them before we…oops, almost overstepped my “freedoms” there.
Yes, we shall celebrate, and those of us still blessed to be living here at home (the true sons and daughters of the proverbial soil) shall enjoy it! I for one definitely won’t be saying shit like this;
I have great respect for the heroes who died for our country – it’s the ones who survived that I have a problem with.
Oh no, lest I be wrongly accused of being un-patriotic and a Blairite agent of neo-imperialistic Western-backed hegemony. Hegemony sounds infectious (but of course Pari can treat it).
So I shall definitely celebrate, and celebrate hard. Hunger, uhm, I mean FAILURE is not an option, so I’ll bask in the glory of our hard-won independence.
“Yippee-ki-yay, motherfecker.“ – Bruce Willis, Die Hard Something-or-other