02/09/2026
Felisha — Season 1: The Chosen One
​Episode 8A – Seeds of Faith
​After the heavy days in Chivhu, Gogo Bessy finally made her way back to Kutama.
​As she turned into the homestead, Mama Tendai spotted her and walked over to greet her.
​“Madzokoi, Gogo. Ndimi makaenda kufambira matambudziko aya.”
​Gogo Bessy let out a slow, tired sigh. “Eeeh, zvakaoma, Mai Tendai. Hanzvadzi yangu kuenda asina kuoneka... asi tinotenda kuti Mwari vakaita kuda kwavo, vakatanha ruva ravo.”
​“Chokwadi, Gogo,” Mama Tendai nodded gently. “Mwari ndivo vanoziva.”
​The two women stood in quiet comfort for a moment before Gogo looked toward the yard. “Ko Felisha aripi?”
​“Ari kuchikoro. Achadzoka munguva pfupi,” Mama Tendai replied, glancing over the clean homestead. “Felisha anga achiedza nepaanogona napo. Kana basa raita zhinji, ndaiuya kuzomubatsira. Tanaka aibatsirawo.”
​Gogo’s face softened. “Makandibatsira zvikuru, Mai Tendai. Ndinotenda.”
​“Hazvina basa, Gogo...Felisha mwana wedu tose.”
​Not long after, the sound of footsteps approached. Felisha was walking back from school alongside Tendai. The second her eyes caught Gogo standing near the tree, her face lit up completely.
​“Gogo!”
​She dropped her pace and ran straight into her grandmother’s waiting arms.
​“Ndakusuwai!”
​“Ndakusuwawo, Feli,” Gogo whispered, holding the girl tight against her chest.
​As Felisha went inside to put her bag away, Gogo watched her closely. There was a subtle shift in her granddaughter—a new stillness, a quiet confidence she hadn't noticed before.
​Later that afternoon, as Gogo rested in the shade of the mango tree, her mind wandered back to Chivhu—to Baba Tawo, his final words, and the heavy promise left in her hands. But as she watched Felisha working nearby, older memories began to surface. She remembered the tiny girl she had taken in years ago, the uncertain future, and all the quiet prayers offered over her sleeping frame.
​“Gogo?”
​Felisha’s voice broke through her thoughts. She was standing there with a bright spark in her eyes.
​“Huyai muone, Gogo—mbudzi yakabereka!” Felisha smiled, gently pulling Gogo toward the pen to show her the newborn kid resting in the shade.
​After showing off the little goat, Felisha reached into her pocket and held out her small, cupped hands.
​“Chii ichi, muzukuru?” Gogo asked, looking down.
​Inside her palms was a neat little stack of coins.
​“Haina kuwanda zvayo... asi ndakayedza,” Felisha said shyly. “I sold some vegetables from your garden to start saving money for my school fees. Handina kuda kungogara ndakatsvukisa meso.”
​Gogo stared at the coins, then at her granddaughter’s face. A lump formed in her throat.
​“Muzukuru wangu...” Gogo’s voice cracked slightly as she pulled her close. “Uri kukura zvokwadi.”
​That evening, after Mama Tendai and Tanaka helped wrap up the last chores and said their goodnights, the homestead fell into a peaceful silence.
​Gogo sat under the night sky, watching the soft light coming from the hut where Felisha was preparing her uniform for the next morning. Baba Tawo’s dying wish echoed in her mind once more, but this time, it was met with a deep, settling peace.
​She looked up into the darkness and whispered, “Makaita basa, Mwari. You have kept this child... now guard the destiny inside her.”
​To Be Continued…
Felisha
