A Letter to my son Hee-Dee in the Diaspora
February 23, 2018, 8:37am
FIRST AND FOREMOST LET ME ASSURE YOU THAT ALL IS WELL IN THE LAND OF THE BRAVE. THE SEASON OF MADNESS IS OVER. YES, YOURS TRULY WOULD BE LYING TO SAY HE WASN’T HEARTBROKEN BY THE OUTCOME OF THE CONGRESS SINCE SOME SUCH AS COMRADE IMMANUEL NGATJIZEKO DIDN’T MAKE IT TO THE CC. FORGIVE THEM, FOR THEY DO NOT KNOW WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH. THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT AS DEMOCRACY HAS DICTATED.
SWAPO Party has a solid history, documenting the efforts, resilience, braveness and fighting spirit of the previously disadvantaged citizens of this country.
The war of liberation was fought on many fronts. It was fought in the thick bush, it was fought in the offices, it was fought through sport, and indeed it was fought in a foreign land. This bitter war gave birth to what we call today Namibia, the Land of the Brave. This simply means that the war needed brave citizens to lead us to independence.
The history of the SWAPO Party was compiled from many different sources, and from those who were involved on the ground, from those who were having a bird’s eye view and from those who analyse literature, news bulletins and documents submitted to all our friends during those dark years. The three-legged pot was burning.
One could see the red-fire from a distance. One could see the dark, thick steam smoke hovering above that closed burning pot. And those light-hearted, they didn’t dare look at that pot.
By such, very few people managed to appreciate the efforts that were made by those comrades who were inside that closed black pot. Indeed it was too hot inside, unbearable, uncomfortable and shamefully inhuman.
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