29/10/2025
MY DREAM
By: Mkhulu Muhambi
I once had a dream —
A dream of tomorrow and all its promises.
A tomorrow full of joy, love, peace, and purpose.
A tomorrow where justice walked unarmed,
And truth was no longer a stranger.
A tomorrow where children laughed freely in the streets,
No shadows lurking behind them,
No fear of what the night might bring.
A tomorrow where men and women were measured
Not by wealth or beauty,
But by the light of their hearts.
A tomorrow where the strong protected the weak,
And the leaders led by conscience, not greed.
Where birds sang hymns of harmony,
And the rivers carried blessings instead of blood.
But then —
My dream was shattered by the echoes of sirens and screams,
By the silence of a justice too blind to see.
Then I woke up today.
Today —
When blood stains our streets more than rain,
And mercy is a forgotten language.
When hands that should build are busy stealing,
And the altar is used for politics instead of prayer.
Today —
When mothers bury their children before their time,
And fathers hide behind bottles to drown their shame.
When our leaders kneel before corruption’s throne,
And call it diplomacy.
Today —
When prophets sell salvation by the kilogram,
And truth has become a trending topic,
Easily replaced by the next lie.
Today —
When youth are hungry for fame, not wisdom,
When faith is rehearsed for the camera,
And the spirit of ubuntu fades beneath the noise of survival.
Where are we, my people?
Have we forgotten the dream of a better tomorrow?
Do we still know the sound of conscience?
Can we still recognize the voice of God
In the chaos of our own creation?
I once had a dream…
And though today feels dark and heavy,
I still whisper that dream into the wind —
That somewhere, somehow,
Tomorrow might listen.
