In Zimbabwe, hope is not necessarily the thing with feathers on. It feels often more like the thing with crampons holding on, only just. The hope that your salary will stretch to month end. A street child hoping for a donation at the traffic intersection. Hope in the continuation of using the US dollar. Everyday hopes that there will be electricity and water.
In scripture, faith, hope and love remain. Hope and faith build upon each other. A hope of a better afterlife and to take on life's challenges with perseverance. To not put one's faith in earthly things. To the average Zimbabwean though, I'd say put on those crampons and courage and fortitude.
