It’s time to make a change
This morning while I slaved away doing client analysis and project planning (the joys of being an entrepreneur), most of the working class were probably enjoying a lie in. At least I hope you guys did because it’s back to work tomorrow. I’m sure glad K3 did because it gave me time to focus before they hit me with that dreaded word, “MOMMY”. Whatever you did, I hope it was relaxing and that you enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure the reason for the public holiday in many cases were irrelevant and there may be quite a few who don’t quite know that it’s Freedom Day.
I’m ashamed to say that somewhere along the years I’ve forgotten the meaning of the day and it’s just another public holiday. The absolute best is when it means a long weekend. With all that’s happened in our country for the past 2 decades, public holidays have merely become days off work. Although there are many people celebrate the true meaning of it. A quick Google search later I found Freedom Day Explained.
My great uncle came by for a brief visit this morning and as I explained what I do for a living he told me about his earlier career and how it all started out. He’s an ordained minister but that was not always the case. He told me about how he started out in the health sector and how he climbed the ladder and became a very successful ‘person of colour’ (my words not his). Right in the midst of his success he got his calling, left his job and went into full time ministry.
What astounded me was that never once did he use race during our conversation. He worked hard and was noticed and promoted on merit. He praised those who had a hand in his career advancements, not once mentioning what race the powers that be were. It was during the ’70’s so I’m guessing I don’t have to tell you either. Listening to him speak about those days made me realise that even though Apartheid affected our whole country, it didn’t damage everyone and our lives don’t improve by chance but by change. It’s up to us as individuals to make those changes.
Freedom day was the first day all South Africans could vote in a democratic election. While we celebrate the day (or at least enjoy a day off work) many individuals still choose not to cast their votes at elections. Sure I can understand that people feel it hopeless as we seem to be in a downward spiral but really now… If we’re not willing to change (at least our mindsets) then where will we find ourselves in the next 2 decades. Call me naïve but every vote does count.
Right now I’m pretty sure my kids think that Freedom day means freedom from parents because after this mornings “MOMMY” I haven’t seen much of them the whole day. Time to round up my chickens and call it a day.
What significance does Freedom Day have for you?
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