Aww man, this is what we knew to be Independence Day. Just like our Silver Jubilee, perhaps improved. No heavy artillery. No high-handed warlike escorts. No warriorlike entry for the politicians. Very classy outfits and a tight Haftan game - so spectacular. Broadcasters sounding confident and not mincing words today. Impressive march past by men and women in uniform. Macky Sall in his usual no-nonsense disposition. The African, but particularly the Senegambian spirit's being revived.
Our formerly unsung founding fathers are today being afforded honourable mentions. The 22yo Second Republic considered a glitch that it was. But I swear down President Barrow's one hell of a lucky man. Indeed it's God who blesses. The First Ladies are all lit. The VIP sitting area's evidently not adherent to faction, except that the ex-VP was booed, but I'm sure she'll overstand that folks are rife with emotions still. Second oath for Barrow - one was in the Gambia away from the Gambia, now home - well, I guess even more assuring.
Everyone's euphoric, but that's what's up! The belief that the consequence of injustice is independence is now evident, and I think it's the greatest feeling ever: knowing that nothing endures, not even absolute rule, and that from today onwards, you belong to yourself, again. I hope we will all continue to be desirers of happiness, success, and to the freedom and independence of all... Tonya tonya, fang soto mang nyongo soto! Mom sa bopa mo nekh!
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