This past independence Day, I stood among fellow Namibians celebrating the freedom our ancestors and freedom fighters made possible.
But for me, celebration without reflection feels incomplete. Psychologically, politically, and physically, something is not right. Every day, travelling between Windhoek and Rehoboth, I see kilometres of fenced-off land.
Land divided, controlled, and often underutilised. With every kilometre, one question repeats in my mind: Who does this country really belong to?
My ancestors, like many others, were…
