I was a history student at high school, I read about all the great world wars and great leaders.
At that time my dream was to become the first woman president is South Africa, not that I undermined the then leadership, but because I wanted history to remember me. The dream to become a president has since died, but my passion to make history has not.
Speaking of History.....I have learned a lot about the South African history in the month of June, by coincidence though. I visited 3 of the most popular museums in South Africa recently.
I always thought that a museum was just a display of old "things", I was in for a big eye-opener and as I discovered that I was wrong.
When I visited the Hector Peterson Museum and the Nelson Mandela Museum I found the experience very emotional and humbling. I realised how blessed I am to live in democratic country. I learned the true value of my freedom.
A Week later I visited the Apartheid museum, south of Johannesburg, it was on youth day, the 16th of June. Like the other trip it was unplanned. The experience was even more intense.
I looked at the pictures and watched the movies and only then....I started to understand the pain that Apartheid caused for my people.
I am glad that I speak of Apartheid as history and my hope is for it to stay that way, and I hope that it not just on our calendars but also in hearts that Apartheid seize to exist
At that time my dream was to become the first woman president is South Africa, not that I undermined the then leadership, but because I wanted history to remember me. The dream to become a president has since died, but my passion to make history has not.
Speaking of History.....I have learned a lot about the South African history in the month of June, by coincidence though. I visited 3 of the most popular museums in South Africa recently.
I always thought that a museum was just a display of old "things", I was in for a big eye-opener and as I discovered that I was wrong.
When I visited the Hector Peterson Museum and the Nelson Mandela Museum I found the experience very emotional and humbling. I realised how blessed I am to live in democratic country. I learned the true value of my freedom.
A Week later I visited the Apartheid museum, south of Johannesburg, it was on youth day, the 16th of June. Like the other trip it was unplanned. The experience was even more intense.
I looked at the pictures and watched the movies and only then....I started to understand the pain that Apartheid caused for my people.
I am glad that I speak of Apartheid as history and my hope is for it to stay that way, and I hope that it not just on our calendars but also in hearts that Apartheid seize to exist
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