Is our colonial history significant

I am a “bornfree” and always feel unqualified to comment on our colonial history. I hope i will not sound ignorant and forgive me if i offend anyone with my opinions.
I went a school which in Rhodesia was a white school only. It was named after one of the significant people in the occupation of our country. When i leant there it was now multi racial, though as black people we constituted about 95% of the enrolled students. The government then decided to rename the schools and the move was unpopular to us. Up to date we still call it by its Rhodesian name. We loved the original name of the school because the school’s pride, traditions and cultures were built around it. We had grown to fondly love our school and guard it jealously.The idea of changing the name for us translated to assuming a new identity. The original name had no colonial significance or connotations to us because we were born knowing the school by this name. Our school pride was not a reflection of holding on to the school’s colonial heritage but the pride and reputation the school had made for itself in our era.
Our colonial history triggers emotions something we take for granted as the “born frees”. But is it significant? Should we just erase everything that reminds us of this phase and completely close that chapter? Was it just another significant history like the tribal war stories we proudly talk about and hold on to as our African heritage?
The colonial phase was a significant history in African politics. This is not meant to justify anything buttrigger people to think about the relevance of history in our contemporary world. Some people take parts of history which benefit and propel them further and leave out the rest. Others hold on to elements that prevent them from progressing and continue living in denial? Should history not be told as an undistorted factual story? Should infrastracture built in the colonial era remain with its colonial identity and new infrastructure honor and show our post-colonial achievements?

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The know us more than we are aware of

I was faced with a very moving scenario one morning when i was doing errands for my mother. I quickly went to my room then started pouring my emotions into my journal. I did not realise that my mother was by my door which was open by the way, smiling lovingly at me. When i looked up she said, “I knew you were going to write about that.” and this caught me by surprise. I spend a lot more time at school than home and i do not remember talking to my mom or showing her things i write about. My mother is not on any social media platforms and yet this side of me that i thought she never knew seemed to be obvious to her. This moment really meant a lot and made me realise how much our parents know us more that we are aware of. These are people who experienced my first movement, heard my first cry and probably changed my first diaper. They saw me struggle to sit until i could run. There have been there for almost all my life to date and witnessed my every transition. They knew and remember moments of my life that i cannot recall. And yet as i grow older i distance myself and accuse them of not knowing or understanding me……