60 years ago, on Thursday, September 22, 1960, our motherland, Mali, gained independence and sovereignty. This arouses in us, a real pride!
However, it is clear that 60 years later, the results are not what I would dream of if I were one of the architects of independence in 1960!
60 years later I would have liked my Mali to be able to feed all its children by taking advantage of the square kilometers of its arable land. Thus we would no longer have spoken of malnourishment or famine.
60 years later, I wish my Mali had one of the best education systems in the world and that all its children benefited from it. Thus we could better face our challenges of development and progress.
60 years later, I would have liked Mali to have a state-of-the-art healthcare system accessible to everyone. Thus no Malian or person living on Malian soil would die of malaria or other benign diseases.
60 years later, I would have liked my Mali to be able to provide decent employment to all its young people and ensure them better professional and social prospects. Thus, the vital energy of the Nation would not be lost on the roads or in the so-called developed countries.
60 years later, I would have liked my Mali to have enough modern and reliable infrastructure. Thus, hospitals, hotels, roads and much more would no longer be lacking.
60 years later, I would have liked my Mali to be united, rich and proud of its diversity, where people live in peace and harmony. Thus, love would reign between peoples instead of hatred and division.
60 years later, I would have liked the justice of my Mali to inspire confidence in its children. Thus, injustice, corruption and other crimes would not have flourished among us.
60 years later, I would have liked the rights of the women of my Mali to be respected and that they did not suffer from any form of violence or inequity. Thus the country would derive the best benefit from the genre.
60 years later, I would have liked my Mali to have one of the best security and defense forces in the world. Thus, his forces would defend the people, the Republic and democratic values ​​and the name Mali would make our enemies tremble.
60 years later, I would have liked my Mali to be at the forefront of innovation in scientific, technical and technological research. Thus, we would be at the forefront and not behind.
60 years later, I would have wished for my Mali, that foreign powers, often colonial, were not perceived as kingmakers! Thus, only the voice of the Malian, of the Malian would be sovereign!
Over the past 60 years, these wishes were well within our reach had we been truly independent.
I think we have never been independent. True independence must manifest in the mind and translate into our actions.
Let’s act! More than ever the future reaches out to us to free ourselves, to truly become an independent, sovereign, rich, prosperous and radiant people because we are proud and blessed to be Malians.
Happy September 22nd!
God Bless you, Bless Mali!