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1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

1.4K Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : This is supposed to hurt.Likes : 1398

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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 : 1275

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Caption : Time to be good selfish.Likes : 1185

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

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

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Caption : Do something slowly every day.Likes : 921

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

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

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

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

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

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Caption : Here’s a song that will come out someday. I love this one so much. It gave me hope and perspective in a hard time. (Like, perhaps heartbreak isn’t about what you’ve lost but rather about what you haven’t found yet. Maybe the pain is derived from a hope, and certainty, that there’s something better out there for you, and a longing for it to get to you soon.) This version of “If you’re out there” was recorded live, entirely on iPhones, in the current and maybe forever love of my life, Rome. 🎥: @carlocorbellini (my best friend and favorite visual collaborator). Guitar: @raazalgul (whom I met via helping his grandparents at an airport). Flute: @what_even.jpg (whom I met in my former life as a journalist). Birds: singing in the trees. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Lyrics: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Here I am In a brand new place With the same old heartbreak Bringing me down I understand All the time it takes All the changes I have to make ’Til you come around ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Love of my life If you’re out there I’m right here Crying over you Don’t wait too long I ain’t that strong All these years Crying over you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Where are you? With a love you’ll lose? And do you ever catch yourself wishing that they were someone else But you just don’t know who? Here I am Looking at the stars Trying to trust the universe The twists and turns The coldest burns ’Til it shows me where you are ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Love of my life If you’re out there I’m right here Crying over you Don’t wait too long I ain’t that strong All these years Crying over you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’m not mad At the past ‘Cause it’s dead and gone Not mad At my ex ‘Cause they ain’t the one We tried ’Til the end But it wasn’t right Guess I’ve always known That I’d spend my life With you babe It’s true babe We’ll find each other soon ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We’ll dance Every night In the living room We’ll grow On our own But together too We’ll fight But I’ll never be scared of you Fuck it, hey I might even marry you I know it I know that We’ll find each other soon ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Love of my life If you’re out there I’m right here Crying over you Don’t wait too long I ain’t that strong All these years Crying over youLikes : 758

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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 : 625

625 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
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 : 625

625 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
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 : 625

625 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
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 : 625

625 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
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 : 625

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Caption : This time two years ago. Written and produced by me. I feel like I’m watching a baby here. A brave one who I admire so much for creating through one of the toughest times of her life. I can’t wait to show you my new music. Most of all, I hope you’re being seen and respected and inspired and loved by weird, courageous and open-hearted people who refuse to serve machines. I hope you’re being that kinda person for yourself. 💛Likes : 558

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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 : 509

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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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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 : 509

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Caption : platonic cuddles welcome.Likes : 502

502 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : platonic cuddles welcome.Likes : 502

502 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : platonic cuddles welcome.Likes : 502

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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 : 487

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 : 487

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 : 487

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

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

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

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

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

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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 CircumstancesLikes : 478

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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 : 463

463 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
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 : 463

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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 : 455

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 : 455

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 : 455

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 : 455

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 : 455

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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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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 earthLikes : 431

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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 : 423

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 : 423

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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 : 423

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 : 423

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Caption : Everything will be okay If we keep moving this way I got you and you got me When you’re tired, rest on me We are changing history today ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ HOPE IS PROTEST! Rest is protest! And “Wild Thought,” the song and video, are out now! I’m happy to have made this joyous number with and for my lovely friends, @darkbardo. I’m grateful to know and collaborate with such wonderful humans and brilliant musicians who also believe in the power and importance of music as activism. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This is @darkbardo’s first release ever, via @popcanrecords. The video was created by @brett5d_ and his immensely talented and empathetic team. There is so much more amazing art to come from this whole squad, and I wholeheartedly encourage you to become their digital voyeurs/online lovers, if you’re not already. 💛✊🏽🌸Likes : 421

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Caption : Before I knew it, today’s poem became a mini song. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I been running around this town Feeling lost, feeling found I been trynna figure it out Why up is up, why down is down Every time I learn a lesson Life throws me a brand new question Maybe questions are the answers to life ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I been loving and letting go It gets so ugly, gets so beautiful I been loving and loving whole Won’t let heartbreak make me cynical Every time I learn a lesson Life throws me a brand new question Maybe questions are the answers to lifeLikes : 418

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Caption : Total erasure Culture and nature Smoke in the air Human invadersLikes : 408

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Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

397 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : (Un)released musical thoughts on the state of the world. 1: Long live the billionaire. 2: The world can’t change for you, but you can change the world. 3: ‘Merican dream. 4. Rich white guys. 5: Trippin’. 6. Big man (with Captain Planet). 6. It’s a good day (to fight the system). 7. Music is medicine (with @captain.planet.music).Likes : 397

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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 humankindLikes : 383

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 humankindLikes : 383

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 humankindLikes : 383

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 humankindLikes : 383

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 humankindLikes : 383

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 humankindLikes : 383

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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 someoneLikes : 373

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 someoneLikes : 373

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 someoneLikes : 373

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 someoneLikes : 373

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 : 372

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 : 372

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 : 372

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 : 372

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 : 372

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 : 372

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 : 372

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Caption : @jessieware’s new album — “That! Feels Good!” — is out now! I’m so happy to have collaborated on That! Feels Good! (which I also coproduced), Hello Love, Begin Again, Beautiful People, Shake The Bottle and These Lips alongside Jessie, @modelchild_____ and @janesellisford. What a special thing to spend time with people you adore and simply make what feels good — to let feeling override fear and mechanics and trust that it will take you somewhere beautiful. A space where pleasure is a right, respect is law and fantasies must come true. I hope this album takes you — or you take it — somewhere beautiful too. I don’t make love to music I make, but I’m counting on some of y’all to do it for me. 😉 Meanwhile, if you see me bopping down the street with something in my headphones, you know what it is. Jessie — you never cease to amaze me.Likes : 361

361 Likes – Shungudzo Instagram
Caption : @jessieware’s new album — “That! Feels Good!” — is out now! I’m so happy to have collaborated on That! Feels Good! (which I also coproduced), Hello Love, Begin Again, Beautiful People, Shake The Bottle and These Lips alongside Jessie, @modelchild_____ and @janesellisford. What a special thing to spend time with people you adore and simply make what feels good — to let feeling override fear and mechanics and trust that it will take you somewhere beautiful. A space where pleasure is a right, respect is law and fantasies must come true. I hope this album takes you — or you take it — somewhere beautiful too. I don’t make love to music I make, but I’m counting on some of y’all to do it for me. 😉 Meanwhile, if you see me bopping down the street with something in my headphones, you know what it is. Jessie — you never cease to amaze me.Likes : 361