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A Bountiful Harvest

by Ebenezer Mowete


Aerial view of fresh garden produce: earthy potatoes in a terracotta pot, vibrant fruits in a white bowl, and lush greens on weathered wood.
Image credit: Jonathan Kemper on Unsplash

The earth yearns for new beginnings!

Seeds of hope, seeds of tomorrow.

For this is the way of all living things,

A generation returns to dust and another rises.

They call it: fertilization, meiosis, gametes.

I think I prefer the term: SEEDS.

 

Open your eyes and see!

The fields are ripe for harvest.

I can see seeds. SEEDS!

Gateways for the start of a new planting season!

But the seed must first go into the soil and die,

For new life to be birthed.

It's pretty ironic for a genesis to come forth from decay and decomposition.

A different kind of growth.

 

Open your eyes a bit wider and give yourself to mystery,

The young ones are the seeds of tomorrow.

The student with the library as his second home,

The artisan who toils day and night to master his craft,

The apprentice who has studied his teachers for years,

The market woman's children learning the art and science of merchandise,

The young mechanic coated with grease giving life to motion.

These are not merely the products from the last harvest,

They are seeds of tomorrow bursting through the soil.

 

The young are the leaders of tomorrow!

But those at the helm of power see to it that tomorrow never comes.

However, can you really stop a raging river?

Can one stop an active volcano from erupting?

Oh! You have tried, but it will come to nought.

For these seeds germinate in crowded hostels,

They burgeon in workshops and open streets,

They sprout within the pages of books,

They bud in intense arguments about the future,

They shoot in the tenacious belief that things could be different; maybe even better.

 

We must cultivate these seeds.

In the loamy soil of hope, watered with perseverance,

Blooming under the rays of oneness,

Now, open your eyes and see!

The seeds are already pushing through the soil.

For the seeds that fell into good soil yielded a bountiful harvest,

And all the nations of the earth will come to this harvest for sustenance.


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Smiling person in dark scrubs with arms crossed, wearing a watch. Background features blurred greenery and a building. Black and white.
Ebenezer Mowete


Ebenezer Mowete is a Nigerian writer and final-year medical student with a passion for telling faith-rooted, socially conscious stories. His work explores the intersections of spirituality, science, and African identity, often through the lens of speculative fiction. He has been published in several platforms committed to amplifying African voices. When he’s not writing or studying medicine, he facilitates youth development initiatives and curates health advocacy content.

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