My thoughts about the Angolan’s independence day
For me and for all Angolans in various corners of the world today is a day of celebration. On this day, 43 years ago, Angola was proclaimed independent. The day that generations after generations fought for finally had arrived. I can try, but I believe that I will never find words to express my gratitude and my pride for the generation that bravely fought and conquered the greatest good that as human can be achieved.
Even though I did not have the same consciousness as the older ones, I enjoyed the energy and vibration that was spreaded all over the country. I felt that it was a very important day. I remember that even though the country was at war after the independency, on every November the 11th, everyone always seemed much more relaxed. People were free from any tension, it seemed that all their worries were on standby, and all their energies were only focused on the celebration of independency.
Obviously, today I know that all that “unconcern had certainly to do with the security measures that were implemented. But whatever it was, what I really liked to hear was the stories told in detail (and proudly) by the elders about the victories that led them to the conquest of our freedom. But pride was not everything, what could be read in the eyes of some, which mirrored disappointment. Many were disappointed that they did not have the Angola they fought for. An Angola free and economically, politically and socially just for all Angolans.
Although in economic and social terms we are still far from the idealized, the political openness that is being lived today and a preview of the realization, for the first time, since the independency, of the local elections (municipal elections), leads me to believe that political alternation is ever closer and with it new ideals and beliefs that will guaranteed bring us the much desired equality and economic and social prosperity for all Angolans.