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Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - This is supposed to hurt.
Shungudzo Instagram - My mother wouldn’t let me send this to her as I intended to do. Something about needing to be prouder of myself. So here it goes. I’m proud to have worked on four songs on this beautiful @angeliquekidjo album. I’m proud to be a musician who makes music because I believe that art can, will and must make the world a better place. I’m proud to be Zimbabwean. I’m proud to work with kind people around the world who view art as culture and medicine before commerce. I’m proud of my own bravery in deciding to become a musician, and more recently in deciding to shift the course of my career away from making the rich richer even if it meant not knowing where my next paycheck would come from. I’m now proud of every song I get to be a part of. I’m proud to have survived some really tough shit with an optimistic heart and my ancestors by my side. I’m immensely proud of my ancestors. And, most importantly, I’m proud of my mum and dad. If you could see them growing up and raising me, it would all make sense. 🇿🇼
Shungudzo Instagram - Time to be good selfish.
Shungudzo Instagram - Time to be good selfish.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Do something slowly every day.
Shungudzo Instagram - Hello! Just letting you know that I'm alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It's just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I'm still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I'm happy you're somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there's no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.
Shungudzo Instagram - Hello! Just letting you know that I'm alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It's just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I'm still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I'm happy you're somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there's no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Shungudzo Instagram - platonic cuddles welcome.
Shungudzo Instagram - platonic cuddles welcome.
Shungudzo Instagram - Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞
Shungudzo Instagram - Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞
Shungudzo Instagram - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Shungudzo Instagram - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Shungudzo Instagram - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Shungudzo Instagram - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Shungudzo Instagram - What the world needs now are More random outbursts of happiness More people singing in the streets alone More people dancing in the aisles of the grocery store Just because I like this song Just because the day’s been long And me and you We refuse To be victims of these Circumstances
Shungudzo Instagram - My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.
Shungudzo Instagram - My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.
Shungudzo Instagram - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Shungudzo Instagram - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Shungudzo Instagram - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Shungudzo Instagram - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Shungudzo Instagram - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Shungudzo Instagram - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Shungudzo Instagram - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Shungudzo Instagram - Why be more when you could be less?
Shungudzo Instagram - Why be more when you could be less?
Shungudzo Instagram - Why be more when you could be less?
Shungudzo Instagram - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Shungudzo Instagram - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Shungudzo Instagram - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Shungudzo Instagram - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Shungudzo Instagram - Total erasure Culture and nature Smoke in the air Human invaders
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Shungudzo Instagram - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Shungudzo Instagram - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Shungudzo Instagram - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Shungudzo Instagram - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Shungudzo Instagram - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Shungudzo Instagram - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Shungudzo Instagram - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Shungudzo Instagram - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Shungudzo - 1.4K Likes - This is supposed to hurt.

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Likes : 1398Shungudzo - 1.3K Likes - My mother wouldn’t let me send this to her as I intended to do. Something about needing to be prouder of myself. So here it goes. I’m proud to have worked on four songs on this beautiful @angeliquekidjo album. I’m proud to be a musician who makes music because I believe that art can, will and must make the world a better place. I’m proud to be Zimbabwean. I’m proud to work with kind people around the world who view art as culture and medicine before commerce. I’m proud of my own bravery in deciding to become a musician, and more recently in deciding to shift the course of my career away from making the rich richer even if it meant not knowing where my next paycheck would come from. I’m now proud of every song I get to be a part of. I’m proud to have survived some really tough shit with an optimistic heart and my ancestors by my side. I’m immensely proud of my ancestors. And, most importantly, I’m proud of my mum and dad. If you could see them growing up and raising me, it would all make sense. 🇿🇼

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Caption : My mother wouldn’t let me send this to her as I intended to do. Something about needing to be prouder of myself. So here it goes. I’m proud to have worked on four songs on this beautiful @angeliquekidjo album. I’m proud to be a musician who makes music because I believe that art can, will and must make the world a better place. I’m proud to be Zimbabwean. I’m proud to work with kind people around the world who view art as culture and medicine before commerce. I’m proud of my own bravery in deciding to become a musician, and more recently in deciding to shift the course of my career away from making the rich richer even if it meant not knowing where my next paycheck would come from. I’m now proud of every song I get to be a part of. I’m proud to have survived some really tough shit with an optimistic heart and my ancestors by my side. I’m immensely proud of my ancestors. And, most importantly, I’m proud of my mum and dad. If you could see them growing up and raising me, it would all make sense. 🇿🇼
Likes : 1275Shungudzo - 1.2K Likes - Time to be good selfish.

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Caption : Time to be good selfish.
Likes : 1185Shungudzo - 1.2K Likes - Time to be good selfish.

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Caption : Time to be good selfish.
Likes : 1185Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 0.9K Likes - Do something slowly every day.

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.
Likes : 921Shungudzo - 625 Likes - Hello! Just letting you know that I'm alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It's just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I'm still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I'm happy you're somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there's no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.

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Caption : Hello! Just letting you know that I’m alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It’s just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I’m still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I’m happy you’re somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there’s no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.
Likes : 625Shungudzo - 625 Likes - Hello! Just letting you know that I'm alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It's just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I'm still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I'm happy you're somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there's no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.

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Caption : Hello! Just letting you know that I’m alive and well, making so much art I love and very much still your daddy. It’s just that I prefer real-life depression and anxiety over this bootleg stuff we get on the Internet. Way purer with an almost kind of come-up at the end if you do it right! And real-life enthusiasm?! Holy moly. Like, I’m still not over how cool the sky is. And its price isn’t impacted by inflation. (They don’t want us to know this, but the sky is always free! Tell everybody!) Best of all, we don’t have to do anything to deserve it. Nature even gives assholes the gift of beautiful sunsets. I know this because I know some assholes, and I have also been an asshole, and all of us have seen the pretty colors. If you don’t believe me, go see them for yourself. Looking out the window works too. Anyway, I’m happy you’re somewhere out there in this beautiful, confusing world too. I hope you’re getting some alone time, no matter how weird it may feel to sit alone, and especially if you find it weird to sit alone. Weird is where the sauce is. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Activity: Sit alone until you feel very alone. Keep sitting until you realize there’s no such thing as alone. You are your friend too.
Likes : 625Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

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Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

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Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

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Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

509 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

509 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 509 Likes - Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛

509 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Welcome to the world, Nana! Already, there is so much magic within and around you. Sister, I am in awe of what your mind, body and spirit have made. 🇿🇼🇬🇭💛
Likes : 509Shungudzo - 502 Likes - platonic cuddles welcome.

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Caption : platonic cuddles welcome.
Likes : 502Shungudzo - 502 Likes - platonic cuddles welcome.

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Caption : platonic cuddles welcome.
Likes : 502Shungudzo - 487 Likes - Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞

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Caption : Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞
Likes : 487Shungudzo - 487 Likes - Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞

487 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Said the last slide out loud, to be silly, and then realized I believed it. Amazing how when we place things out of our heads and into our voices, they can so quickly become truer or falser. Sometimes I realize how little I believe my insecurities when I let them out of the swirl of my mind and into the space around me. I often laugh at how ridiculous some of my thoughts are, after speaking them aloud. In other moments, I cry self realizations and apologies. I guess some thoughts are so loud because they wanna be let out, to sink heavily into the ground or dissolve effervescently into the atmosphere. 🌞
Likes : 487Shungudzo - 484 Likes - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.

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Caption : Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Likes : 484Shungudzo - 484 Likes - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.

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Caption : Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Likes : 484Shungudzo - 484 Likes - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.

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Caption : Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Likes : 484Shungudzo - 484 Likes - Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.

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Caption : Let’s go to a protest then make love in the shower.
Likes : 484Shungudzo - 478 Likes - What the world needs now are More random outbursts of happiness More people singing in the streets alone More people dancing in the aisles of the grocery store Just because I like this song Just because the day’s been long And me and you We refuse To be victims of these Circumstances

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Caption : What the world needs now are More random outbursts of happiness More people singing in the streets alone More people dancing in the aisles of the grocery store Just because I like this song Just because the day’s been long And me and you We refuse To be victims of these Circumstances
Likes : 478Shungudzo - 463 Likes - My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.

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Caption : My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.
Likes : 463Shungudzo - 463 Likes - My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.

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Caption : My ex-therapist said I constantly fix my hair ‘cause I’m nervous. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ He also told me to wear more clothing if I want to be respected by men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So he got fired and my shirts got smaller. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fuck that. Fuck him. The end.
Likes : 463Shungudzo - 455 Likes - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.

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Caption : Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Likes : 455Shungudzo - 455 Likes - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.

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Caption : Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Likes : 455Shungudzo - 455 Likes - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.

455 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Likes : 455Shungudzo - 455 Likes - Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.

455 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Repeat with me (if you feel like it): I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I am a person, not a product. I make things, but I am not a thing. I share things, but I am not a thing. I like things, but I am not a thing. I am someone regardless of the outcomes of some things. I am a person, not a product.
Likes : 455Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

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Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

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Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

431 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

431 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

431 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 431 Likes - Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth

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Caption : Sun on our skin
And two handfuls of dirt Eyes meeting eyes Where real life is our worth I will not enmesh In a machine rebirth Let’s meet in the flesh On this robot earth
Likes : 431Shungudzo - 427 Likes - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.

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Caption : I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Likes : 427Shungudzo - 427 Likes - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.

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Caption : I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Likes : 427Shungudzo - 427 Likes - I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.

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Caption : I’m _______ you in my dreams. I think you know what it means.
Likes : 427Shungudzo - 425 Likes - Why be more when you could be less?

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Caption : Why be more when you could be less?
Likes : 425Shungudzo - 425 Likes - Why be more when you could be less?

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Caption : Why be more when you could be less?
Likes : 425Shungudzo - 425 Likes - Why be more when you could be less?

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Caption : Why be more when you could be less?
Likes : 425Shungudzo - 423 Likes - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?

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Caption : If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Likes : 423Shungudzo - 423 Likes - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?

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Caption : If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Likes : 423Shungudzo - 423 Likes - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?

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Caption : If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Likes : 423Shungudzo - 423 Likes - If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?

423 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : If god is everything The river and the stars The blood inside our veins The metal of our cars If everything is one Time and infinity Then maybe I’m praying To me ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ One form of prayer, to me, is conversing with my ancestors. I hold myself while I talk to them because they are, after all, what I’m made of. Other ways I pray include writing, singing, dancing, resting, complimenting nature and making love to myself. But the most common way I pray is by simply saying thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m so grateful to be alive. How do you pray? What do you pray to, if you pray?
Likes : 423Shungudzo - 408 Likes - Total erasure Culture and nature Smoke in the air Human invaders

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Caption : Total erasure Culture and nature Smoke in the air Human invaders
Likes : 408Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

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Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

383 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

383 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

383 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

383 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 383 Likes - I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind

383 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
Likes : 383Shungudzo - 373 Likes - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone

373 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Likes : 373Shungudzo - 373 Likes - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone

373 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Likes : 373Shungudzo - 373 Likes - What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone

373 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : What does it ask for? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My kind asks for a stain to scour My mind asks to be washed and wrung My fear asks for a place to cower My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My soul asks to live in the flowers My shadow asks to spit and run My ego asks for all the power My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My drunk asks for a whiskey sour My high asks for a rising sun My joy demands to dance for hours My love just asks to love someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My body asks to be devoured My lonely asks for bread or crumbs My dreams ask for a home that’s ours My love just asks to love someone
Likes : 373Shungudzo - 372 Likes - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.

372 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Likes : 372Shungudzo - 372 Likes - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.

372 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Likes : 372Shungudzo - 372 Likes - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.

372 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Likes : 372Shungudzo - 372 Likes - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.

372 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
Likes : 372Shungudzo - 372 Likes - While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.

372 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram

Caption : While visiting me, my mother asked for a small cup with a lid so that she wouldn’t spill red wine on my white bed sheets. I told her I wouldn’t mind, but she insisted, so I got out the stepladder and climbed to the top shelf of the cabinet in the kitchen. Up there, tucked out of sight, was the cup that he gave me. One of those cups that keeps things hot so that your morning coffee can still burn you in the afternoon. I got rid of everything else we shared. I kissed some things goodbye and drove them to Goodwill. I threw some things in the trash and dragged them to the curb. I slowly replaced everything we called “ours” with objects with no memories of mine. They say if you can, you should, but this cup, I decided, could stay. I don’t know why, but I kept it. I hid it. I forgot it. One large cupful of hurting to drink down or drain out. Twelve trapped ounces of healing that I didn’t yet know how to do. I baptized the cup with soap and water and handed it to my mother. I remarked about its colors and made some joke about how at least he had good tastes. She laughed and poured herself a bedtime glass of wine. Every night for five nights, my mother drank wine from the cup. Every morning for four mornings, she washed it out and set it to dry. On her last morning here, she left it on the bedside table. Upon discovering it, I instantly knew that something about it was different, but it wasn’t until I walked it to the kitchen and scrubbed it clean that I realized what had changed. Today, looking at it on the drying rack, it is still changed. It is no longer the cup he gave me. It is the cup my mother drinks wine from. I am no longer the woman I was. I am the woman that I am. I got rid of everything else we shared. Maybe I just needed to make new memories with it. Or maybe I did it all right — letting go of the big things but keeping something small so that, someday, my mother would use it to show me that I am all mine again.
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