A Dream Deferred

One of my favorite phrases is ” A Dream Deferred” – i first came across this phrase some years back when i read Thabo Mbeki  biography by Mark Gevisser.

We are at a precarious juncture in the journey of our nation, where it can go either way, but i am hopeful for the best outcome. I felt its necessary to reflect on a beautiful poem by Langston Hughes. In the poem Harlem, Langston helps readers contemplate their dreams and what it means to postpone them. As such, the poem is often referred to as “Dream Deferred”. We are a generation that had many dreams and aspirations which were lost along the way.  I hope for a better Zimbabwe and hope it shall not become a dream deferred. Read the poem below:


By Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?
      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.
      Or does it explode?

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