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08/07/2025

📌 Tuesday Insight | Episode 13

“Sow It Anyway”
The Voice of Silence – with David Dominic

“In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.” – Ecclesiastes 11:6

Sometimes in life, we get discouraged because we don’t see instant results. We question our gifts, our time, our efforts... wondering if any of it will ever pay off. But this scripture reminds us — keep sowing. Morning and evening. Publicly or privately. Loud or silent.

The truth is:
💭 You don’t know which seed will break the soil first.
💭 You don’t know which effort will unlock your breakthrough.
💭 You don’t know whether it’s the early grind or the late-night hustle that will carry the reward.

So don’t stop.
Practice even when you're not perfect.
Create even when the audience is small.

08/07/2025

🎙️ TVOS TURNS 1 — AND WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED! 🔥

A year ago, The Voice of Silence was born — a platform for real voices, real reflections, and real growth.

We may have been quiet for a few months, but silence doesn't mean absence — it means rebuilding.
Now, we rise again — stronger, bolder, more intentional.

💬 Starting this week, we take you back to the most powerful moments of TVOS:
▶️ From Episode 1 to our latest — every Tuesday, Thursday & Saturday — relive the insights, stories, and breakthroughs.

🔄 TVOS Rewind is not a throwback.
It’s a comeback.

Whether you've been here from the beginning or you're just discovering us, this is your chance to connect, grow, and reflect.

📍Stay tuned. The Voice has never been this clear.

Get ready.
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01/07/2025

TUESDAY INSIGHT | EPISODE 12

“Fill Thine Horn and Go”
(Inspired by 1 Samuel 16:1)

How long, beloved soul…
How long will you mourn what’s already behind you?
How long will you sit at the grave of "what could’ve been,"
while “what’s still possible” knocks softly at your door?

You cried when it ended.
The job.
The relationship.
The version of yourself that felt so certain.

You kept replaying it—
What you said.
What they didn’t.
What broke.

But Heaven whispers today:
“I’ve moved on from Saul. Have you?”

You see, the crown has already shifted,
and you’re still weeping at the wrong throne.

Let it go.
Let them go.
Let you go—
the version of you who needed their approval to feel chosen.

The oil is ready.
The call hasn't expired.
But the journey?
It can’t begin while you're clinging to what expired.

I’ve chosen something new.
No, not where you expected.
Not in resumes or reels.
Not in loud applause or public approval.

I’ve hidden it in the humble.
In the overlooked field.
In the ordinary day.
In you—quietly rising through pain,
still showing up, still breathing, still believing.

You are the horn.
And yes, the oil still flows.
Even when you're tired.
Even when you're unsure.
Even when they don't see it in you—I do.

So lift your eyes, Samuel.
Lift your heart, dreamer.
Let your regret go stale.
Let your future catch its breath.

You were never meant to sit in sorrow forever.
You were meant to move.
To rise.
To anoint.
To go.

And maybe the going isn’t to a new city,
but to a new mindset.
Maybe it’s not a new platform,
but a deeper purpose.

Mourn no more.
Fear no more.
Doubt no more.

Fill thine horn… and go.

Because I — the God of stillness and storms —
I still reign.
And your story is not done.

24/06/2025

Tuesday Insight – Episode 11
“When Silence Falls Over a Nation”

There are moments when a country doesn’t need noise.
It needs silence.

Not because we have nothing to say—
but because our hearts are speaking louder than our voices.

Today, that silence falls heavy over Zambia.
Not just as a nation in mourning,
but as sons, daughters, and citizens
saying goodbye to a father figure—
a former President, Dr. Edgar Chagwa Lungu.

You don’t have to be political to feel the ache.
You just have to be human.
To remember a man who once carried the weight of a country.
Who laughed. Who led.
Who lived.

And now
he rests.

It’s hard to accept,
especially knowing we now have no former president among us.
Each one… gone.
One by one, time has silenced their voices.
But may their legacies still speak.

So today, The Voice of Silence chooses not to be loud.
We choose reverence.
We choose reflection.
We choose to hold space for the grief many are feeling
the disbelief, the sorrow,
and the silent prayers rising from every corner of this nation.

Let the silence speak what words cannot.
Let our hearts remember what our voices cannot carry.

🕊️ May his soul rest in eternal peace.

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21/06/2025

When the Sky Refuses to Speak

(a reflection inspired by the stars)

Sometimes I look up at the night sky
And it speaks in silence.

Bright with a thousand stars,
Each one glowing differently, Some small, some massive, Some whispering blue, others burning orange.

And then there are nights…
Nights when the sky forgets how to shine.
When the stars go missing,
Hidden behind clouds of thoughts,
And you begin to wonder—
Where did they go?

But maybe…
The stars are always there.
Even when we don’t see them.
Like dreams paused,
Like light covered but never gone.
Maybe it's just a reminder—
That even our brightest moments
Will sometimes need rest,
Stillness,
Darkness...
before they rise again.

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19/06/2025

The Man Who Kept His Promise

(a reflection inspired by The Covenant)

He wasn’t a soldier in uniform.
But he fought like one.
Not for country, not for glory
But for honor.
For the promise he made to a man
Who wasn’t from his land
But whose soul he understood.

Abdul could have walked away.
Like many do
When danger begins to whisper.
But instead,
He carried another man’s body
And soul
Through war-torn ground
Just to give him the breath
To see home again.

That’s not just bravery
That’s covenant.
That’s sacrifice.
That’s the kind of love that costs.
Not romance,
Not comfort,
But a fire that burns to protect
Even when the world forgets your name.

And in that story,
I learned:
Sometimes wealth isn’t in gold.
It’s in keeping your word
When everything around you tells you to break it.
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17/06/2025

TUESDAY INSIGHT Ep-10

“A Conversation with A-Star”

I forgot it was Tuesday,
Till I saw her again—
Not just a neighbor,
but a presence that glowed like flame.

Esther, her given name,
But I call her A-Star,
Not for the way she walks,
But for the way she carries hearts far.

We talked… like time didn’t matter,
Like silence had a voice,
And I asked her,
“If you could describe yourself, what would be your choice?”

She smiled—calm and clear,
“Friendly, passionate, jovial… sincere.
I keep my smile even when days are tight,
I joke with everyone, keep spirits light.”

“And if the world could remember just one thing?”
She said, “That I had peace within.
That I was joy walking—
Never changing, always talking
With grace that didn’t bend to trends.”

Then I asked,
“If time was running out,
A week… maybe a month?”

She said, “I’d still be me,
Not rushing to do—just being free.”

If she were a leader?
She’d go to the streets,
Listen to the hungry,
Feel their heartbeat.
“Before the men in suits and power,
I’d sit with the poor—feel their hour.”

If she could raise her parents like they did her,
She’d raise them with softness,
No fear to stir.
“Let love be the language,
Let freedom be the air.”

To her five-year-old self,
She’d whisper with pride,
“Don’t let opinions make you hide.”
And to her future self, ten years from today,
“Still dream, still believe—come what may.”

“What would you change?” I asked at last—
She smiled and said,
“I’ve made peace with my past.
I love who I am—no edits required,
Self-love is a flame that’s deeply inspired.”

So here I write,
Not just a blog—
But a whisper,
A walk through fog.

Because sometimes Tuesday
doesn’t come dressed in plans,
It shows up in people,
in moments unplanned.

And today,
The Voice of Silence sat with a star,
And learned that identity
Isn’t about going far—
It’s about shining
right where you are.

So here’s to the light that walks among us.
To the calm, curious, unshaken spirits.

To those who smile when it’s easier not to.
To those who stay true—when change seems safer.
To the stars who remind us that every Tuesday
is a chance to feel again,
to listen deeper,
and to speak softly—
from the soul.
This one’s for you, A-Star. 🌟 Esther Miselo

15/06/2025

To all the amazing Fathers, Uncles, Brothers, and Father Figures...
Today, we pause to honor the strength behind our silence — you.
Your wisdom, sacrifices, and silent support speak volumes in our lives.
From The Voice of Silence, we say thank you for being the pillars of our families and our communities.
Happy Father’s Day — you are deeply valued, heard, and celebrated. 💙

11/06/2025

A Delayed Tuesday Insight Ep-9

Purpose Isn’t Bound by a Day.
“Its a soft Wednesday Whisper”

Tuesday came quietly… and went even quieter.
Not because I didn’t care.
But because sometimes—life gets loud.

And when life shouts through stress, heartache, or exhaustion,
even the best of plans grow silent.
I felt that silence.
Maybe you did too.

But here’s what I’ve come to realize:
Purpose doesn’t always show up dressed in routine.
It doesn’t need a perfect morning, a fresh to-do list,
or a Tuesday post on time.

Sometimes purpose shows up
in the fact that you got out of bed.
Or that you paused to breathe—
that you kept going despite the ache.

You see…
Purpose isn’t bound by a calendar.
It flows even in delay.
It lives in your efforts, your tears, your courage
to keep showing up—just as you are.

So this isn’t just a missed Tuesday Insight.
This is a Wednesday Whisper.
A gentle, sacred reminder that
you’re still in your story,
even if this chapter is slower, quieter, or harder.

Let this day—yes, even this one—
be proof that purpose waits.
That delay doesn’t mean defeat.
That healing takes time.
And time still holds meaning.

Even today—especially today—matters.

’tBoundByADay

03/06/2025

Tuesday Insights | Ep-8
DREAMS DON'T WAIT FOREVER.

Told by TVOS.

There’s a small corner of the world that many never notice. A place not made of marble floors or flashing lights. Just oil-stained concrete, a few broken bolts, laughter echoing under the hood of cars, and hands that carry more than just tools—they carry stories.

Let me tell you about them.

They are mechanics. Not just repairers of machines—but of hope. I watched them work, day in and day out, on cars that many had already given up on. Some of these vehicles came in lifeless—dragged on tow trucks, barely clinging to memory.
But where others saw scrap, they saw potential.

With patience.
With passion.
With pride.

They’d disassemble the dead, wait for the right parts—even if it meant waiting weeks—and then bring the heart of the machine back to life. It wasn’t magic. It was human effort, wrapped in sweat, grease, and a quiet kind of faith.

And when I’d ask them questions, even though I barely understood more than a battery or a radiator fan, they’d explain in full detail. Not with ego. But with heart. As if they knew I didn’t come to learn parts—I came to feel the spirit behind the work.

But like most honest things in life, it wasn’t perfect.

Their pay? Far from fair. Their efforts? Often overlooked. Some days, the joy was dimmed by late salaries and poor management. And yet they stayed. Because it wasn’t just a job. It was family. Each one had his specialty, and together, they formed a kind of music only the broken could understand.

I remember when one of them was suspended. We all felt it. Not just in the workflow—but in the laughter that disappeared with him. We fought to bring him back. And when he returned, the spirit of the place breathed again.

But here’s where it gets real.

One among them—young, full of dreams—knew deep down that he had to leave. Not because he didn’t love them.
But because dreams don’t wait forever. His heart broke knowing he’d leave a gap. A silence where his laughter used to echo. But still… he chose to walk away. To work smarter. To dream harder. To speak, even when funds were low and days were heavy.

And so… I, TVOS, tell you this story.

Because it’s real. Because it happens.
Because out there, in small garages and forgotten corners, there are people building miracles with bare hands and full hearts.
And because someone, somewhere, needs to know: leaving doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means carrying the spirit forward.

This story is inspired by David Dominic
a witness to passion, a voice for the unheard, and a believer that silence, when spoken right, can change everything.

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02/06/2025

What a privilege to take part

30/05/2025

THE RICKS: BLOOD BUILT THE BRAND
(A Reflective Short Narrative )

They say blood is thicker than water...
But what happens when blood boils?
When love becomes silence...
And silence becomes a war with no guns — just pride?

This is the story of The Ricks.

Three sons.
One mother.
One dream — to build something that would outlive the poverty they were born into.
Derick.
Fredrick.
Kendrick.
The Ricks.
Mama Rickie — a warrior in slippers,
fed them hope when there was no food.
Taught them,
"Unity isn’t just eating together... it's standing together when the food runs out."

And so they built it.
A dream.
A business.
A brand.
THE-RICKS — blood built it.
Sweat fed it.
But ego...
Ego poisoned it.

Derick — the firstborn.
The fire. The face of the hustle.
He moved fast, talked fast...
Too fast to listen.
He wanted empire...
But forgot to build the throne strong enough for three.

Fredrick — the second born.
Still water runs deep.
He believed in process.
In prayer.
In peace.
Always the bridge between storms.
But what do you do when the river you’re bridging...
starts to flood?

Then Kendrick...
The last born.
Lost boy.
Hurt soul.
From mama’s kisses to the city’s poison.
The streets renamed him.
Not Kendrick…
But Ruthless Rick.
No brand. No legacy.
Just bags of powder and scars that don’t speak English.

And then... Mama Rickie was gone.
Just like that.
No final dinner.
No goodbye.
Just a cold morning...
And a folded wrapper where her prayers used to sleep.

No more calls.
No more meetings.
No more THE-RICK, Blood built the brand.
But blood also let it bleed.

So now we ask…
Can Fredrick — the peacemaker, the believer —
become more than just the bridge?
Can he rebuild what ego destroyed?
Can he find his brothers...
the hustler and the lost soul...
and remind them:
"Mama didn’t die for us to forget how to love each other."

Or is it too late?

“Can forgiveness be stronger than pride?”
“Can a broken home become a brand again?”
“Will Fredrick be the gap… or will the gap grow forever?”

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