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Veronica Gwaze –Zimpapers Sports Hub
THE heat settled early over the Zesa National Training Centre’s grounds, heavy and stubborn, the kind that clings to the skin before the day has properly begun. By midmorning, the Mighty Warriors were already deep into another demanding session.
Boots scraped against dry grass. Voices rose and faded with each drill. Sweat cut paths down tired faces.
For two weeks, the rhythm had barely changed. Train, recover, repeat. Fitness first, then sharpness, then the slow rebuilding of trust in each other ahead of another shot at the COSAFA Women’s Championship. The routine was familiar enough that it almost felt comforting.
Nothing suggested this Thursday would be different. Coaches pushed standards. Players joked between sprints. The ordinary sounds of preparation filled the air. Then word spread quietly across the camp that there would be visitors.
When Deputy Minister of Sport, Recreation, Arts and Culture Emily Jesaya arrived, many expected the usual formalities. Greetings.
Brief remarks. A quick inspection before the convoy moved on. Instead, she asked for privacy. No reporters. No administrators. Just her and the players.
The doors were closed.
For a team that has spent years trying to make its voice heard as loudly as its performances, the request caught everyone off-guard. Inside the room, the conversation moved away from formations and opponents. Players spoke openly about camp life, about progress, about frustrations they had carried quietly through past tournaments. Jesaya listened more than she spoke.
“I had an enjoyable session with the girls,” she said later. “They expressed satisfaction and confidence at the initiatives by ZIFA to improve camping conditions and remuneration.”
Outside, drills resumed. The same passes, the same finishing exercises, the same shouted instructions, but something in the atmosphere had shifted. The mood felt lighter, though careful. This is a team that has learned not to run too far ahead of reality.
Their history sits heavily in any conversation about the Mighty Warriors. The high point remains 2011, when Zimbabwe lifted the COSAFA title and briefly stood at the top of the regional game. Since then there have been near misses, painful finals and long stretches where promise seemed to drift just out of reach.
Silver medals in 2002 and 2017 still sting because they came so close to something bigger.
Near success has shaped this generation as much as victory ever did.
Head coach Sithethelelwe Sibanda carries that history personally. She once lived it from the pitch and now watches from the touchline, balancing memory with responsibility. The past is never far away when she speaks.
“It’s one of those moments that always feels like a dream,” she said about the 2011 triumph. “You want to relive it, whether you are a coach or still a player.”
This camp has carried a quiet urgency. While some regional rivals arrive match-sharp from active leagues, Zimbabwe’s squad is rebuilding rhythm after an off-season.
That reality has shaped every decision. Sessions lean heavily towards finishing and movement in the final third, a deliberate response to tournaments where chances were created but not converted.
Another story continues to run. The players have lived through difficult camps before, periods marked by uncertain allowances and questions about basic conditions.
Officials insist things are changing, but the wider gap between women’s and men’s football remains impossible to ignore.
Jesaya’s visit did not erase those memories, but it acknowledged them.
“It is not about whether they win or lose,” she said. “It takes great courage for them to represent the nation.”
Words matter, especially when they come from someone willing to sit and listen. Still, the players understand that real progress is measured over time, not in a one afternoon conversation.
Around the world, women’s football has forced debates about recognition and fairness.
The landmark equal pay agreement secured by the United States women’s national soccer team in 2022 remains a reference point for many teams chasing similar respect. Zimbabwe sits far from that stage, yet the conversations have started to grow louder.
Back on the field, the focus narrows again. An opening match against Eswatini offers a chance to set a tone.
Zimbabwe have won their two most recent meetings, scoring freely, but nothing in tournament football arrives guaranteed.
Sibanda watches carefully, stopping drills, correcting movement, insisting on repetition. Titles do not come from speeches or symbolic moments. They come from hours that look almost identical to one another.
As the sun began to soften, the session wound down. Players stretched quietly, laughter returning in small bursts as boots came off and water bottles were emptied. The ordinary rhythm returned, yet the day felt different from the one that had started.
Maybe it was the private conversation behind closed doors. Maybe it was the simple feeling of being heard without cameras or noise.
Maybe it was nothing more than a brief pause in the long grind of preparation.
Whatever it was, the players walked away carrying a cautious sense that something had shifted.
Not certainty. Not celebration.
Just the quiet feeling that, for once, someone was truly listening
Tinaye Agere