Online Reporter
Lisa Makamure
THE evening air was cool as I sat at my desk,
books stacked high, notes scattered like puzzle pieces waiting to be solved.
Tomorrow marked the beginning of my mid-year exams,
and the thought of it carried both weight and promise.
My heart raced with nervous energy,
but beneath it all was a steady flame of hope.
I remembered the countless hours spent in the library,
the quiet mornings when I woke early to revise
and the late nights when fatigue pressed hard but determination kept me awake.
Each page I turned, each problem I solved
felt like a step closer to the goal I had set for myself.
Passing these exams was not just about grades — it was about proving to myself that effort and discipline could shape my future.
Fear tried to creep in, whispering doubts about the questions I might face,
but I pushed it aside.
I thought of my teachers’ encouragement,
my friends’ shared struggles
and my family’s belief in me.
Their support reminded me that I was not alone in this journey.
As I closed my notebook, I took a deep breath.
Tomorrow, I would walk into the exam hall,
not as someone defeated by pressure,
but as someone ready to rise to the challenge.
Success was not guaranteed but hope was my companion and hope gave me strength.
With a quiet smile, I whispered to myself: I am prepared. I will pass.
Lisa Makamure is a Harare-based Ordinary Level learner. Learners can write short poems/stories or about special events at their schools and send to prince.mushawevato@ zimpapers.co.zw
