Before The Seed, The Soil
- Gogo_Noma
- Dec 4
- 3 min read
Thokozani Badimo Child
August came with a truth that settled into my spirit like a quiet revelation:
Before I plant the seed, I must prepare the soil.
It sounds simple. It sounds obvious. But this month revealed just how much of my life, my dreams, and my purpose had been resting on unprepared ground. I realised that some of the things I’ve been praying for, hoping for, and waiting for were not delayed because they were impossible — they were delayed because I wasn’t ready.
Dreams do not grow in chaos.
Visions do not blossom in confusion.
And seeds cannot thrive in soil that has not been tended to.
The Awakening: A Season of Honest Self-Assessment
August forced me into a moment of honesty with myself.
I had to admit that some of the ideas I loved were sitting in my spirit without structure. Some of the dreams I carried had no timeline, no clarity, and no action plan. I was asking Spirit for fruits when I hadn’t even cleared the weeds.
That is when it hit me with full force:
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
Not in a harsh, punishing way — but in a deeply spiritual way.
Spirit can guide you, ancestors can open the road, but if your soil is full of stones, weeds, and old roots… the seed will still struggle.
Preparing the Soil: What Spirit Taught Me
In this month, as I celebrated the Basotho New Year, Spirit walked me step by step through what prepared soil really means:
1. Clearing Old Weeds — Letting Go of What Clutters the Heart
Weeds are old habits, outdated beliefs, fears, and emotional clutter — the things we keep telling ourselves that don't serve our journey anymore.
I realised how many "I can't", "maybe later", and "what if it fails" thoughts were silently suffocating my growth.
To plant with intention, I had to uproot with honesty.
2. Nourishing the Ground — Feeding What I Want to Grow
Healthy soil needs nourishment, the same way a vision needs knowledge, preparation, and discipline.
I began pouring into myself again — learning, planning, organizing, making room for growth instead of hoping it would magically arrive.
3. Choosing the Right Seeds — Not Every Idea Is for This Season
I had to sit with myself and ask:
Which seed is for now, and which seed is for later?
Not every beautiful idea is meant to be planted immediately. Some need incubation. Some need pruning. Some need patience. Flow begins with discernment.
4. Planting With Intention — Writing It Down, Structuring It, Creating Steps, Small and Clear
This was the hardest part for me.
Because journaling, writing things down, planning—those were always my tools.
But everything was scattered. Fragmented.
And fragmented dreams feel heavy… not because they’re impossible, but because they have no container.
I realised I needed systems of execution.
A way to gather the pieces, shape them, and give them form.
I’m still working on this one, but I love the direction it’s taking me.
It feels like Spirit is teaching me how to move with both heart and structure.
The Realisation That Shifted Everything.
This month, I received a truth that changed everything:
Spirit was not withholding anything from me— I was simply showing up unprepared.
I wanted a garden, yet my hands had not met the soil the right way.
I wanted a harvest, yet my seeds were mixed up and misplaced.
I wanted movement, yet I hadn’t mapped the journey.
And Spirit, in gentleness, whispered:
Creation responds to intention.
Intention responds to preparation.
My dreams were not failing.
My soil was suffocating the seeds.
Plant With Purpose
As August comes to a close, I hold this truth close to my chest:
Prepare your soil.
Emotionally. Spiritually. Mentally. Practically.
Clear the weeds.
Make space.
Lay the foundation.
Then plant with intention.
Write the vision.
Break it into steps.
Commit to the work.
And trust that what is prepared will grow—
Not overnight,
Not rushed,
But divinely, naturally, and in its rightful season.
I step into the next month with renewed clarity, grounded faith, and hands ready to work.
Because now I know:
My soil is my responsibility.
My seed is my offering.
And the harvest belongs to God.
God and my Ancestors can work with failure,
but they cannot work with nothing.
Move. Try. Fail. Try again… and repeat. Whatever you do, keep moving.
I am Gogo_Noma 🐦🔥
Lesedi ✨
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