Freedom Day came and went marking 19 years since the first post-apartheid elections. This year I found myself in the capital by invitation from a friend, to a rugby match, Blue Bulls vs. The Waratahs. I’m not much of a rugby person, but who says no to free box tickets? I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the rugby mood in Loftus Versfeld, or maybe it was the Jameson, but as I sat there soaking in the atmosphere, my mind drifted to the movie Invictus.
Invictus, latin for unconquerable and undefeated, prevalent. Of course it was only after a few cups of coffee that I wondered what were we really celebrating. And then I remembered my walk through the city earlier before the match. The number of people, young and old, begging on the street had troubled me; but as I was making a turn just off Church street and Madiba I saw this small Dutch Reformed Church, and less that a hundred meters on the same street was an Islamic establishment. Religious tolerance; we take it lightly but it’s not a given for everyone across the world. We might have a lot of socio-economic challenges, but this Freedom Day I celebrated religious freedom in South Africa.
Peace to you all!