The Sunday News
By Munashe Monica Rupazo
As I remember my remedy in the natural scent of humanity,
I am reminded the chewed kisses stamped on my forehead applauding my addition to the Zimbabwean population.
I could remember my first time drowned and dissolved in the newness of everything.
However, in reality; I vaguely remember anything at all,
Even to what I touched and felt I can hardly recall faint lines.
I was alien in the world I was born!
Moreover, there was hope in my being.
If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House,
I bet Zimbabwe can think of executive joy shared by most.
That day Zimbabwe was born and elated from sucking the fluid, there was hope in Zimbabwe!
The day Zimbabwe vowed to tolerate potential leaders, meticulous to overcome the great terrors of Chimoio,
Walking the long journeys of the shadeless Zambezi to Limpopo raining wax,
That day Zimbabwe served rightful for liberty,
Capable of amending frustrated souls and weathered bones sentiment in the Mutapa.
Today Zimbabwe erects as integration indulgent to her own norms and riches that obey.
Ready and already protruding standards and making better the improvements.
Ready and already stepping into her promised land to leave a legacy remembered by all.
A land resourceful that Zimbabwe will move the world toward advanced welfares,
Welfares provided by her own minerals, for Zimbabwe why do they depend on you?
A land full of wisdom, justice and welcoming laws that promote dilapidation to legitimacy.
For Zimbabwe why do they depend on you?
A land promised by “God in Heaven” to prosper, and prosper Zimbabwe shall!
As I say, I still believe Zimbabwe is capable of supporting the world,
The bread basket to feed five thousands.
I still believe Zimbabwe will lead its currency to amazing life standards,
A rate unbeatable by the beaten.
I do believe God blessed Zimbabwe,
So shall we shed away tears and fears of the past,
But live the dreams of our fathers in hot and cold sweats.
The journey begun a long time ago,
If Zimbabwe keeps on moving in this great faith and fear of the Lord,
I still believe the light will shun away nightmares,
And the dry bones will recollect.
Zimbabwe will not only stand but ascent.
I do believe.
Happy Independence Madzimbabwe!!!
Ishe Komborera Zimbabwe!
