"Out in the fields they've been turning the soil
I've been sitting here hoping this water will boil."
It's from Harvest, it's not a favourite, yet there it is day after day.
I've had bone harvested in my mouth but that seemed an easy answer and a long reach. My sister is furious with the family right now. And the whole episode has been sitting heavily on my fair-play sensibilities. I have been wondering if I have done right by her, by my parents and by myself. I believe I have.
So what then?
I realised what as I watched a man running down a road, towards a stadium. He was about to win a marathon. Yet he kept turning around to see who was behind him. And no-one was.
Despite the delighted cheers, despite the outriders flanking him on his way to victory, despite the young men galloping alongside him, just otherside the barriers. Grins splitting their faces as they paced him - delighted that this man, this Zimbabwean man, this non-favourite, this Stephen Muzhingi: was ahead of the pro-field.
Still, he couldn't believe. He turned around again and then again and almost tripped. As tired as he was, if he went down, he was unlikely to be able to get back up. As I was yelling at him to stop worrying and look forward I thought - that's what it is: you've been waiting for something to happen. Boil your own damn water. It's that simple.
No more fear.
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