• fifty years of freedom

    by  • October 24, 2014 • gratitude, hope, memory, zambia • 4 Comments

    Fifty years ago today, I stood with a stadium filled with excited people to observe the birth of a new nation: Northern Rhodesia, a British colony, became Zambia, a free country. We had practiced the new national anthem for months in school, learned about the new currency. We were ready. We actually gathered in City Stadium in Lusaka, the capital city where we lived, on the night of the eleventh to wrap things up with the British. Just before midnight, the Union Jack came down for the last time and as the new day began, so did our freedom and we sang our new song together for the first time as our own country.

    And I have sung it every October 24 since.

    Sing a long, won’t you?




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    4 Responses to fifty years of freedom

    1. Judith Woelke
      October 24, 2014 at 12:22 pm

      What a wonderful anthem. I did sing along with it. Thanks for sharing.

    2. Ann Cooper
      October 24, 2014 at 12:22 pm

      I love your Zambia…the people-the place, and now-the song!
      Peace and love…

    3. October 24, 2014 at 8:56 pm

      Great memory!

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