Fari Mandizvidza

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[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My name’s Daniel, I’m 45, and two weeks ago I learned something about my mother that I’m still ashamed I didn’t see sooner.
She’s 80, lives alone in the little tan house she’s been in for half a century. The one with the peeling shutters and the mailbox she still refuses to replace because “it works just fine.”
Last Wednesday, she called and said:
“Danny… I need help with my grocery list. Can you come? I think I’m forgetting things.”
My first instinct?
Annoyance.
I had deadlines.
Kids’ activities.
Bills on my desk.
A hundred things pulling me in every direction.
So I said, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll order it all online.”
But she was quiet for a long moment before whispering:
“I’d rather you come.”
So I did.
When I walked into her kitchen, three grocery bags were already sitting neatly on the counter.
“Mom… you already shopped,” I said, confused.
She waved her hand. “Those are just basics. I still need a few things.”
She opened her notebook — the same spiral-bound one she’s used for years — and handed it to me.
The list said:
• grapes
• paper towels
• coffee creamer
• company
And suddenly everything inside me went still.
She looked embarrassed, like a kid caught doing something wrong.
“I just… didn’t know how else to ask you to come,” she whispered. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”
That sentence —
those ten quiet words —
hit harder than anything I’ve felt in years.
My mom, the woman who worked two jobs and still made every school concert…
the woman who saved every drawing I ever made…
the woman who put herself last for decades…
felt she had to pretend she needed groceries
just to feel worthy of a visit from her own son.
I hugged her so tightly she laughed and said, “Oh goodness, you’ll break me.”
We never went to the store.
Instead, we sat at the tiny kitchen table covered in little sunflower placemats she’s had since the ’90s.
We talked about the neighbor’s new dog.
About her tomato plant that refuses to grow.
About my dad, and how she still forgets he’s not coming through the door sometimes.
I stayed longer than I planned.
Drank terrible instant coffee.
Listened — really listened — the way she used to listen to me.
Before I left, she walked me to the door and held my hand for a moment longer than usual.
“You made my week, sweetheart,” she said softly.
Driving home, I couldn’t shake one thought:
How many times did she wait by the window, hoping my car would turn into the driveway?
How many afternoons did she tell herself,
“He’ll come when he has time,”
while the house echoed with loneliness I didn’t notice?
I realized that somewhere along the road of adulthood —
work, kids, obligations, noise —
I started treating her like an errand.
Someone to “fit in” when life allowed it.
But to her?
I was never an errand.
I was her world.
And all she wanted
was an hour with her son
in the home where she raised him.
💛 THE LESSON
Your parents won’t always tell you they’re lonely.
They won’t always say they miss you.
They won’t always ask directly.
Sometimes they’ll hide it behind a grocery list.
Behind a broken lamp.
Behind a request that doesn’t really need doing.
Go anyway.
Sit at their table.
Drink the bad coffee.
Let them tell you stories you’ve heard a thousand times.
Because one day the chair will be empty.
The notebook will be closed.
The porch light will be off.
And you’ll wish you had treated an ordinary Wednesday
like the priceless moment it truly was.

[skilled rebhara @drjaytee87]

veduwe kusvika namatai and crew vawanikwa hatina dzimwe nyaya dzatingataure. let's flood the time lines, repost for awareness when you see a post to do with this disappearance..

a repost can save a life

#freeNamatainow

[@ZcmNap @ZdvNap]

*HOW MUCH DOES A CUP OF HATRED COST*

I never knew it was that costly. I wanted to know the cost of HATRED, so I decided to branch to a shop where it was being sold.

As a good Businessman who was looking for a buyer, the Sales man rushed out to ask what I wanted.

I told him I wanted just a cup of hatred, and then he smiled and asked if I could afford it.

'How much does a cup cost?' I asked?! Hmmmmm! He took in a deep breath, then started:
1. It will first of all take away your inner peace.

2. It will cost you incurable worries.

3. It will eat up your heart.

4. You will be deeply bitter whenever you set your eyes on the person you hate.

5. When others are celebrating him or her, you will always be looking for why he or she doesn't deserve it.

6. You will become so weak and tired of seeing the person.

7. Whenever he or she laughs, you will cry.

8. While others are busy planning their future, you will be busy looking for how to pull him or her down.

9. The Spirit of God will leave you and you will become the temple of the devil where demons reside.

10. As you drink from the cup of Hatred, he will come in with all his brothers in crime, *Bitterness, Grudge, Unforgiveness, Malice, Anger, Jealousy, Envy, Resentment.*

11. Then sicknesses and diseases such as
*High blood pressure, diabetes, stroke, cancer etc* will attack you like plagues.

12. Worse still, prayers or drugs cannot help much because you have disobeyed the natural and supernatural laws.

13. You will eventually die miserably.

The seller was still counting what a cup of hatred would cost me, when I shunned him, realizing how *EXPENSIVE* hatred is.

I left because I knew deep down I could not afford it.

I refuse to pay such a huge amount when I can LOVE so easily and cheaply.

Brethren, don't allow anybody to take away your joy and sell or give you hatred.

Avoid gossips, bitterness, anger, etc because a lot of times, it is what you hear about somebody that breeds hatred.

Don’t kill yourself over trivial issues.

The person you are busy planning his/her downfall and/ or celebrating his/her perceived misfortune because of hatred, has since reconciled with success and moved on with prosperity.

*Stay Safe & stop the spread of HATRED*.

[Fari Mandizvidza @Noku2014]

@advocatemahere Heart broken 💔 💔💔 😭😭��

[Julius Sello Malema @Julius_S_Malema]

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[Prof Thuli Madonsela #KindnessBuilds @ThuliMadonsela3]

Dear ⁦@_AfricanUnion⁩ Chairperson, President ⁦@CyrilRamaphosa⁩, please ask President ⁦@edmnangagwa⁩ to release anti-corruption journalist ⁦#FreeHopewell Chin’ono

[Kate Hoey @CatharineHoey]

A truly fearless Zimbabwean journalist now being taken away by ruling @edmnangagwa government. The world cannot keep ignoring what is happening in that once prosperous African country @UKinZimbabwe @JamesDuddridge

[Fadzayi Mahere🇿🇼 @advocatemahere]

We've ALL seen the videos of the abduction of @daddyhope as it unfolded. The State can't claim that it was fake. Every progressive Zimbabwean has a duty to demand his immediate, safe release. Journalistic freedom is a constitutional right.

RETWEET THIS CAMPAIGN FOR HIS FREEDOM

[Freeman @freemanchari]

From experience, every retweet raises $0.10. So even if you do not donate, if you retweet somebody from your network might donate. The truth is, it is gonna get worse before it gets better and we shld be ready with the little we have. Thank!!
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[Alex T Magaisa 🇿🇼 @Wamagaisa]

He represents some of our sharpest minds. He is a medical doctor. It’s staggering how we treat them so shoddily. He works in an abysmal environment; without the basics. His wages are pitiful. Are we surprised that most of our medical talent eventually votes with its feet?

[K @begottensun]

We did it for Ranga in 2hrs. This is Walter. A vendor from Mutare. He has 20points and has a place for UZ medicine & surgery! We can do it again folks. DM me if u want to help raise the $2000 Rtgs he needs for first year with me. Let's make this vendor a Doctor! Let's do it. 🙏🇿🇼

[NHS Million @NHSMillion]

If everyone who opposes Donald Trump’s plans for our NHS followed and retweeted we’d reach a million before he gets home

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[Freeman @freemanchari]

When @W_Mahohoma was inspecting damage caused by #CycloneIdai in Bikita he was introduced to Pedzie. Pedzie was born with no arms. He has many needs like shoes, custom chair etc. Those who wish to help
- parents [phone]
- headmistress Vushe Primary [phone]

[Freeman @freemanchari]

I want to thank the 1978 people who have donated. Thank you for your hearts. We are $11K from our goal. A retweet raises $2, so if we retweet this 5500 times we can reach our goal quickly & focus on rehabilitating our fellow citizens. Don't blink, DONATE OR RETWEET!

[Team Pachedu @PacheduZW]

#UPDATE

The #CycloneIdai relief fund is now US$60,000 & we are targeting US$100,000.

We are so gratified by your love & compassion towards the cyclone victims.

Your donations will go a long way in helping them!

Your retweet is also a donation!

🙏🏾🙏

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[Team Pachedu @PacheduZW]

#UPDATE

We would like to inform you that US$45,000 has been raised in 4 days.

Further, @WorldRemit offered to send the money to Zimbabwe at no charge.

We thank them and thank you all for the support.

Your retweet is as good as a donation!

Asante Sana

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