Statute of Liberty - Freedom Day in South Africa.

Two thousand and twenty-four, particularly, and unalterably so, is the thirtieth year of the precious democracy in the Republic of South Africa. What that should entail, denote, or appropriate is a true sense of liberal, communicable, and evidenced governing of a people by a government of its own making, selection and sitting by the democratic process of one citizen, one vote. In 1994, on this day, 30 years ago, many, many South Africans saw the dream of a majority, the imagined picture of a state of people with a common purpose when queuing to take part in ideally, and significantly shed a balloted voice into who and what must represent the body of our identity in the strictest sense of what it is to be a citizen. The legacy of the lately deemed early freedom advocate and liberal activist, Nelson, R. Mandela, is irrevocably tagged with a fine chuck of democratic input into what it is to build a nation. The man said, one time, the lifeline of any democracy, any at all, is critically, and independently, an investigative press. That will have us see that realistically, and strictly speaking, the republicizing elective prowess must be free from state interference. It must have the economic strength to stand up to the blandishments of government officials. It must have sufficient independence from vested interests to be bold and inquiring without fear or favour. It must enjoy the protection of the constitution, so that it can protect our rights as citizens. Now, this is a clear insight into what the demand of a true democratic state is established on. Today, 27th of April, we can almost ascertain a ferrying and fairing wave of impulsive stances and opinions about the categorizing clusters of adequate democratic outcomes of the ideals of the forerunners of and for freedom in the borderlines of our convincing liberty. As a child, one man called Walter, in the care-taking quarters of the Eden Rock block in valley of the brows on the Hill, would always say, ‘I trust only the whiteness in the person, and I hope for the blackness in the people’. Decades later, it is only a reminiscence of the actual meaning and sense behind that phrase that one can somewhat reflect a kindling recall into what the cadre insinuated. Tata Madiba was upheld by the warrior in him but was kept only by the wisdom of the circle around him to the level of stranding the sands of time and history with a climbing plot of the African narrative of emancipation as the first democratically elected president of South Africa. Then came, through a peripheral democratic ploy of advancing the laudable intent of democracy, the replacing figure of governmental applauds, Thabo Mbeki. Again, within an acceptable take of democratic practices, the chairing nucleic encouragements of the timer took the reins, through Kgalema Motlanthe. After the briefest nods of authoritative concord and agreements, came the melodic sounds of demands for freeing his machinery by their fellow liberation veteran, Jacob Zuma. The contemporary comedian held the horns, of course for the time allocated to him until the day of getting off the hot seat came. Without much, if any, sadism and or social compulsions, the catering, dauntless though chilling facilitation takes of Cyril Ramaphosa have since been at the helm of conduction over landlocked terrains of our solitude even under dramatic turns of the whole movement. To borrow a few words from the bravery of George, in relevance, I can echo and swiftly repeat that, “the peaceful transfer of authority is rare in history, and yet its common in our country”. That has been a distinct take of democratic employment in context of the African bureaucracies. We do not want to lose out on the promises of the swindles of possible progress within the wheels of timeous and timely prospects of democracy. There need not be a shivering demeanor in exercising democratic freedoms as fought for by the sharpeners of continual renaissance of the country and extensionally, the entire face of the globe, entrenched and hidden in the African vessels of tenacious rhythm, cultures, multiplexed diversity and the beautiful heritages of our combined faith. There need not be a remorseful look at the creditable intentions of democracy, in our nation, nations and unavoidably, nature. Comparison is not a great pursuit when footing a customary constitution, but it is a defensible ploy through which today, we are able to inhale the airy clues of liberation today, tomorrow, together. The Reaganomic murmurs from the mapped-out clocks of action propelled by the unction to, will familiarize that democracy is worth dying for, because it is the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. As we approach the month of May in which the concerned citizen will actively do the honorable thing and vote, let us today, despite the demises of our own illusions, in spite of the heartbreaks of disappointments in the peaks of our expectations from democracy, still cling on to the pledge of awakening. We, therefore, rightfully should, and still must, while we can, hold our breaths on the candles of ambition, hope and unshakable quantum leaps of trust from the historical merits of successes born from inexhaustible faith, pray, play and plate, for a betterment as opposed to a decay of our dignity and we collectively and nobly, declare a happy Freedom Day, South Africa. God bless you and God bless Africa.

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