Today marks the 30th anniversary of Zimbabwe’s independence from colonial rule.
Today we celebrate casting away the yoke of the hated settler, allowing us to move towards our African dream of self-determination and equal opportunity for the black peoples of Zimbabwe.
Today I will braai, and drink whisky, knowing that I, with my opinions and libertarian sentiments and big mouth, am hated by the very state our heroes fought to create.
Today I remember that because of my ideas and opinions I have been legislated against, my lips shackled in the very bonds the settler masters tried to bind our celebrated heroes with.
Today, as usual, I feel a little less free than yesterday.
Today is not MY Independence Day.