Africa Liberation Day is the annual commemoration on May 25 of the 1963 founding of the Organisation of African Unity (OAU). Africa Liberation Day 2012, originally called Africa Freedom Day, marks the 49th anniversary of Africa Day and the 10-year existence of the African Union (AU).

Africans and friends of Africa have been tweeting Africa Liberation Day throughout the day.

@Chrisfordshind1: It's africa freedom day.but what i know you can't be ignorant and be free at a same time,but knowing the truth is a begining of freedom.

@Luyanda_Peter received a t-shirt to celebrate Africa Day in 2010. Photo courtesy of Twitter user @Luyanda_Peter

@Thagman_Hits: Its not just a matter of celebrating “africa freedom day”.its a question of,”are people experiencin real freedom?”

@laokov: Happy Africa Freedom day people,but is Africa FREE?

@NikiMapoma: Good Morning! Today is Africa Freedom Day. I've read Zambia is one of only four countries where it's a Nat'l Holiday. How will YOU spend it?

@Thato_wally: Its nt a happy africa day if our ppl r stil in the illusion of freedom,if corruption is seen as a norm nd a common practise…

@Pepuzani: Africa freedom day, well I guess there is some freedom to celebrate. Freedom Of using Facebook.

@champoj: Do not make the same mistakes your parents made,learn from them n make your life bright even as we are celebrating africa freedom day!

@Mutakala88: Am celebrating Africa Freedom Day by reading the Zambian Draft Constitution #ZambianPride #fb

@khadijapatel: RT @khayadlanga: Since it's Africa day, here Thabo Mbeki's great “I am an African” speech. Refamiliarise yourself http://bit.ly/LxspGq
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@lead_sa: RT @williamwealth: @702JohnRobbie @lead_sa Are you an Afri-CAN or an Afri-CAN'T? I believe we can! Enjoy Africa Day!

@stwala20: Happy Africa day. People be proud of being an African with your cultural practices. Forward with economic freedom in Africa forward.

Kenyan Poet celebrates the day with a poem:

It all started as a vision of one man,
A the dream of one son,
A son of Ghana, a Nkrumah who sang a song
whose words were written with the blood of our brothers sailed off
to plantations as slaves to white masters.
A song whose rhythm and tune was hummed
by the cries of our people
Feet shuffling, hands trembling, mouths begging

We don’t know them!
We don’t know the freedom fighters

The rhythm of whips cracking on their backs
The sound of gunshots reigning in the dull yet sunny days,
Dark, yet moonlit nights.
The sounds had become a dirge to their ears
Maafa, Maafa [atrocities in Swahili]