My head rocks rhythmically to the beat of a Jah Prayzah song. I can’t believe the range of music genres that entertain me. Everything from the raw, passionate screams of alternative rock, to the mellow chords of country music guitars that give your soul that warm and calmly feeling.

But this song hits different. This here song… is home. It is a product of Zimbabwe, my motherland.

There is a code woven into our genetic makeup that causes us to yearn for home, no matter how far we wander. There’s an element found in every blade of Zimbabwean grass, in every pebble of every Zimbabwean stream, in every cubic inch of Zimbabwean air. There is also a beat common to every Zimbabwean heart. The thud, thud, thud, of love.

My people never cease to amaze me with their grace and resilience. Their innovation and willpower. Creativity and work ethic. Wherever I cast my gaze, there is something or someone to be admired. Some gut-wrenching story, some overwhelming testimony. There is always an effort in the face of difficulty that is worthy of admiration.

The murky waters of hopelessness will never quench the fire of patriotism in our Zimbabweans. Lies, deceit and violence have failed. Death has tried, and failed. The pride we have therefore, has become immortalised in the very soul of the land, and no adversity can take that away from us.

Let us harness this pride therefore, to the betterment of our land. For the benefit of our people. Let us love each other and help each other. As Henry Olonga sang with heart and soul, “we will strive to give our children a brighter day where they belong.”

I end with the lyrics of Katherine Jenkins, from “I vow to thee my country.”

I vow to thee my country
All earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect
The service of my love
The love that asks no question
The love that stands the test
That lays upon the altar, the dearest and the best
The love that never falters
The love that pays the price
The love that makes undaunted
The final sacrifice.

Joseph Moyo