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| Sipho N Banana aka Voice of Freedom |
how hard I’ve been trying
how much faith I’ve poured into each sunrise,
how I keep speaking light into dark days,
even when the silence feels heavier than hope.
Sometimes I wonder
if my prayers get lost between the clouds,
or if the universe is just waiting
for me to learn something deeper
than what comfort could ever teach.
Coming back home (Zimbabwe )has been
both grounding and humbling.
Zimbabwe a land of beauty and burden
teaches you patience the hard way.
It tests your will, your faith, your belief
that effort still matters when results feel so far away.
But I’ve learned
that the soil doesn’t forget the seed,
even when the rain delays.
The universe moves in rhythms we can’t always hear
it answers in silence,
it builds in stillness,
and sometimes, it blesses us through endurance.
So I keep breathing hope into each moment,
trusting that one day my efforts will echo back as answered prayers.
And when that day comes,
I’ll look back on this season of struggle
and finally understand
the universe was never ignoring me but
it was preparing me.
I’m still here, still believing, still becoming.
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