AfriCamp Living memories, by Antony K
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Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their “thus saith the Lord” far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco Roman world, so we were compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond our own home towns to the beautiful plains of the kingdom of Swaziland.
Like the apostle Paul of the Biblical New Testament – this year’s Africampers youth from over 20 African nations , assembled in the city of Mbabane- feleling that they must constantly respond to the ‘’Macedonian” call for aid. …That they must listen to the cry of the Swazi youth and stand up with them at their hour of need. Flying above Swaziland is a real lure of adventure, its rivers meander rapidly through the slipery ridges like a scared snake as it rushes to meet the lush green vegetation that hold the earth in a tight embrace revealing just how nature falls in love with itself.
This country looks very inviting from the air. You wouldn’t know, unless you already knew, that its citizens have never known democracy beyond the dictionary meaning, that justice lies wounded on the dust of shame and no one is allowed to rescue it, that the jail cells are wide open and always waiting to digest in its torture chambers those who offer an alternative voice. Gazing through the window, the clouds beneath float effortlessly, covering the kingdom like blankets of eternity as we descend in readiness for landing. Notable observation – Welcoming us aboard were the words, “………… seat back, relax and enjoy the freedom of Africa’s sky……..” but ushering us into the kingdom of Swaziland we do not of freedom anymore.
Could this be a sign that a free environment is only miles up? I ask myself …….my fears would be confirmed when a young swazi lady conceded to me that not even an overhaul of the constitution would achieve change in the kingdom. “How do you mean?” I enquired “……….when the king sneezes, the rest of us catches the cold” she replied as worry lines of despair rushed through her cute fore head. “……..and that is precisely why Africamp is here ………..”I told her with a comforting finality. We were in the country, to help the government understand that the true test of its worth is not in the power of its armed forces, but in how it treats those who are in the dawn of life, the children; those who are in the twilight of life, the elderly; and those who are in the shadows of life, the sick, the needy and the handicapped.
We had come with a word of caution to those who seat at the realm of power that if you make peaceful revolution impossible you are in a way making violent revolution inevitable! We had traveled there to help the young people know that it is more honorable to die on your feet standing for valuable ideals than live on your knees begging for what is rightfully yours.
We had come to make the women here understand that the problems they undergo under a repressive regime are just but labour pains that will soon lead into the delivery of a better world. But that was not all we had come to make the children of this nation internalize that Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.
With our message home, and our position underscored by a joint press release we left Swaziland with a renewed optimism that after the rain of freedom pours down from the sky, freedom will not just be a preserve for the “flying few”, but an available commodity for all. We left convinced that the dark clouds of poor governance will soon pass away and the deep fog of dictatorship will be lifted from these fear-drenched youth, and that in some not too distant tomorrow, the radiant stars of justice and democracy will shine over this great southern African nation with all their scintillating and dazzling beauty.




















