Go champ, go🎽👟

Do we even still refer to a person who has speech challenges as "mute"? It's just an ask.🙌🏾

I've been served by her twice and I Agree with you, she's super friendly. I always want to strike up a conversation with her but I just don't know how. I say everyone who does not have the limitations of hearing and speaking should learn sign language. What's our excuse for not?

And it was one of my greatest blessings to be featured on the only collaboration song on that album. She was good to me for some reason, despite what her producers said to her about featuring me. I'll have the greatest respect for her for standing up for me.❤️‍🩹

That dude man! He used to go to rehearsals straight from school in his school uniform. I first worked with him when he played drums for the group called UJU. I've watched him grow in all respects. Respect 🙌🏾

They put me on BP meds because they said I was under stress from worrying too much. So now that I have the meds, I can now do my worrying in peace knowing the BP will not go up.🤗

RT @Ruvimbo2090: @GITARADIO Funny enough we would only leave the house after "the roller skating jam". Radio was an essential part of life…

🤗 Wow! Much respect.

Let Him be glorified. "My lived ones shall not be shamed".

First day at work after losing my job in 2011. 💔 My wife left me because I could no longer provide for our 7 children. Those years were painful, humiliating and full of tears… but today, God has given me another chance. ❤️ Now I can finally support my children again. 🙏😭 GOD IS GREAT. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏

🤣A newly discovered new species of leopard.

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It's really sad.Look at this crowd. Hundreds of Zimbabweans gathered under a tent not for a graduation, not for a trade fair, not for an investment conference.For a ribbon-cutting ceremony for boreholes. In 2025. This is not development. This is managed poverty dressed up as progress. A photo opportunity built on decades of failure to maintain infrastructure that should have never collapsed in the first place.The people in this photo deserve running water in their homes not applause for a borehole. Shame on the systems that brought us here. And shame on anyone who calls this a victory.

Best way to find out, pull some Kung Fu moves on him.

Greetings you beloved, ndokumbirawo repost🙏 🙏I now understand that God had a purpose for my pain, mudikani. There was a time in my life when I almost gave up on myself. Growing up with albinism was not just difficult it was painful, lonely, and traumatising. I lived with severe sunburns and untreated skin lesions because sunscreen, protective clothing, and proper medical care were simply out of reach. To many people, lacking sunscreen or a sunhat may sound like a small thing, but for a person with albinism, it can mean constant pain, permanent skin damage, and even death. As a young girl, I endured isolation and stigma every single day. At school, very few children wanted to play with me. Most of the time it was only my close family who made me feel accepted and safe. The physical pain was unbearable at times. When you go to sleep nursing raw, unmedicated sunburn wounds, there are moments when you genuinely begin to question the value of your own life. The nights were always the hardest. Growing up in the village, you would know one or 2 fellow brothers and sisters with albinism in the village. You would suddenly hear whispers pachobhorani or gatherings “uya akafanana nekamwana ako arwara …” “The wounds are getting worse…” “They now stay alone in a separate room…” “His husband or family has abandoned him/her because they cannot manage because of the smell of the wounds…” then eventually, “They have passed away.” Those moments cut deep into your soul. Today, after doing this work since 2019, I now fully understand why God spared me. My pain became my purpose. Every awareness campaign, every sunscreen donation, every screening programme, every patient we assist it is personal to me because I know exactly what it feels like to suffer in silence and feel forgotten. Skin cancer cannot continue winning against persons with albinism. I pray that in my lifetime, we will see a future where skin cancer no longer causes preventable deaths, pain, disfigurement, trauma, and hopelessness within our community. In our own small way, we are fighting back through awareness, lifesaving screenings, access to sunscreen, medical referrals, and surgery support for critical patients. I am deeply grateful to the incredible medical practitioners who continue to stand with our community and offer their services pro bono, including Dr Mutangadura, Dr Mutukwa, Dr Makondo, and Dr Wayne Manana through the Global Cleft and Cranio Facial Organisation. These are people using their skills and compassion to restore and touching lives. APPEAL FOR SUPPORT On 23 May 2026, we will be returning to Masvingo Provincial Hospital with our medical team to assist critical patients with albinism who urgently require major surgeries and medical intervention. To make this possible, we are hoping to raise at least US$2,500 to help cover: 🟢Transportation for patients travelling for treatment 🟢Meals and basic support for beneficiaries 🟢Logistics and support costs for the volunteer /programing teams 🟢Analgesics and histopathology support I am humbly appealing for your support. No amount is too small. Your contribution could help save a life, prevent further suffering, and give someone another chance at dignity and hope. If you are unable to donate, please help us by sharing this message in your network maybe a donor is in your circle. Donate via the link below: ko-fi.com/albinismkonnectski… Together, we can protect lives, restore hope, and remind persons with albinism that they are not forgotten.

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Guys .. NDOKUMBIRAWO MARI YENYU 🙏🙏🥹🥹 please 🙏 Hi there, I wanted to share Natasha's story. She's a 24-year-old final-year med student fighting a serious cancer called ALK-negative Anaplastic Large Cell Lymphoma, and her treatment costs are overwhelming. Even a small share or donation can help her get the medication she needs to continue her fight and finish her dream of becoming a doctor. Please consider supporting or sharing to help Natasha during this tough time. 💙 gofund.me/dbe0862f4 gofund.me/dbe0862f4

Today, we open our new home at @_themallofafrica As I stood in the space, I kept thinking about this one single idea that I hold true, that I would die for: That African creativity deserves to exist at the highest level. TSHEPO Now open at The Mall of Africa 🌍

I was on a train in Tokyo. We stopped between stations. Announcement in Japanese, then in English: "We apologize for the delay. We will resume shortly." The delay was maybe 3 minutes. Not a big deal. When the train started moving again, another announcement: "We sincerely apologize for the delay. We were stopped for 3 minutes and 20 seconds. This is unacceptable. Thank you for your patience." Three minutes and twenty seconds. They measured it exactly. And called it unacceptable. When I got off at my stop, there were station staff on the platform bowing and handing out delay certificates. I took one out of curiosity. It was an official document stating that the train had been delayed by 3 minutes and 20 seconds, signed and stamped. The staff member said in English "for your employer. So they know the delay was not your fault." I said I'm a tourist, I don't need it. He looked confused. "But the delay affected you. You deserve an apology." Three minutes. They were treating a three-minute delay like a major incident. Later I mentioned this to a Japanese friend. They said "oh yes, delay certificates are normal. Trains are supposed to be exactly on time. If they are late, they must apologize." I said three minutes isn't late, it's nothing. My friend said "in Japan, three minutes is late. On time means on time. Not approximately on time." They said the train company probably investigated why there was a 3-minute delay. "They will find the cause and fix it so it doesn't happen again." I kept the certificate. It's framed in my apartment now. A reminder that somewhere in the world, people care about three minutes. © 6IX.