Bless Her Beautiful Soul Zimbabwe

Her children are magically gifted. Most scatter around the world in search of opportunities. They crave for redemption. Each day their hearts break, they stumble and fall, but they haven’t forgotten her tears, and her lullabies.

She prides herself of her motherly nature. Its in her ability to feed nations and to produce abundantly. Her soils are dark, and fertile, anything you give to her, she multiplies. She has rendered juicy fruits seasonally and provided game so her children could never starve. Her rivers are overflowing with aquatic life. Her animals, remain grateful for the generous supply of vegetation. More than just food, she has provided minerals. Her lands are famous for their richness.

They have crossed oceans to witness her beauty. Like a ravishingly old woman, her beauty is never fading: Her magnificent mountains lie north, embodied by luxuriant flora. Her beauteous falls are forever cascading like bridal veils. Her Great Walls have survived challenges life has presented, a true resemblance of her own infinite strength. Similarly, her rocks remain perfectly balancing; Its a great parallelism to the stamina she displays despite the wrinkles from age, and the harshness of seasons.

Her true identity is in her loving cultural practices; her children gather to celebrate special occasions, harvests, and the coming of the rains. Drinking from the same gourmet, they dance their souls away, these are the days you can dance any problem away.

Each morning the sun rises, it’s a new day. Like a dove that still soars despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, she has never lost hope. And never should she. Bless her soul Zimbabwe.