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#NSMQ…  Humble beginnings.

IMG-20170703-WA0017Hey there Junkies😅😅 (what were you expecting to be called in a junkyard) Today’s post is dedicated to a group of young(not so young but extremely dedicated ) performers.  These guys(where guys also includes the girls in the group) have come a long way . Today’s post is dedicated to Nyansapo productions.  The face of Comedy in Ghana.

I remember the whole crew…  I was in primary school when I first met these guys.  I remember goofing about at the drama studio with Foster and Clement.  These guys have been and would always be an inspiration to me.  I was just a young boy then(extremely young…  I couldn’t copy my own homework from the board…  My big sister had to do that😂😂😂😂 Lord she has suffered!!! ) These guys were then students  of the school of performing arts,  University of Ghana, and Daddy happened to be one of their lecturers.

As a son of an SPA lecturer(at this moment you should know SPA is School of Performing Arts… Where is the face palm emoji when I need it? note to self:update your emoji keyboard.) I spent a lot of time roaming and playing about at the SPA.  I was in Theatre productions,  I watched productions, I watched several rehearsals… I still have some lines stuck in my head,  I lived and breathed art. I started building a professional network without even knowing it.  I remember seeing them in many plays. I haven’t met anyone who can rival their passion.  I remember Foster acting as pastor Asempa in Tears of Lucifer.  I remember Foster in Dessert dreams. I can’t forget when Clement and Eddie Nartey pulled a comic stunt on stage while they acted as the monks in Doctor Faustus.(The way Professor Martin Owusu was Pissed off 😂😂😂😂😂) I remember Doctor So playing the court crier in the trial of Mallam Illya, I’m honored to have played the role recently.  I remember going for the trip to Nzulezu with Daddy’s RTV class. These guys were like bigger brothers. I remember when Foster would convince us to convince Daddy to give him money for us to have pizza on tuesdays(this was before terrific Tuesday pizza became carpet 😭😭😭)  . I remember watching their first major comedy production.  The gallery of the comedies. I remember it going viral. These guys have been through hell.

The were days where they’ve organized shows and the performers naaa were the audience. When these guys started out as comedians no one really believed in Ghanaian comedy.  The most amazing thing is these guys were university graduates who wanted to be comedians.  I’m pleased to announce that their next piece is bigger than anything you’ve ever seen.

Nyansapo has the habit of subtly educating their audience (despite all the extreme folery😂😂😂😂) .

Galery of the comedies satarised life on campus. Falgstaff house was a political satire.  And the New piece is titled National Science and  Maths Quiz…  Your guess is as good as mine. What the bazinga!!!  Why in the name of the stolen but returned empty hand bag would you name a comic play National  Science and Maths quiz? (shadowt to Adisco boys😂😂😂😂😂(auto correct says it is a disco)is your uniform an advert for Tomtom or piano tiles? )

Personally I am of the view that the NSMQ is overrated and it’s about time the whole context becomes very practicalised. (as in we get to see students do science projects, experiments,  solve actual real life problems and build nuclear weapons rather than watch them answer past questions for an already written exams with Ashsaiman Chameleons) . Let’s just see what Nyansapon has in store for us.  It would be very intense seeing the likes of Jeneral Ntatea,who believes that in terms of distance Kasoa is further than the moon,  since the moon can be seen but Kasoa can’t. Not forgetting Mawuli Jasparo… The latest comic actor from SPA, And whole bunch of certified Idiots😂😂😂😂 .

The production is going to be exotic, since Nyansapo has decided to fuse the comic play with spoken word performances.  We have on Bill sensational, fast rising spoken word artiste and actor Faiba.  Who recently rocked the 2nd edition of the sobolo+chicken poetry show,  and the April edition of the Ehalakasa talk party.  Since the play touches on the Ghanaian  educational system,  it has just been confirmed that a certain someone who has a bone to pick with our school system, an intriguing spoken word artiste who runs an online junkyard  and has currently trimmed all his hair , (his bio is on the about page which he should prolly update…  Note to self: update about page ) yours truly WhoIsDeydzi, would be on stage.
You don’t want to miss this!!!!

Come 8th July,2017… There would be two shows…  4pm and 8pm respectively… At the National Theatre

Tickets going for 60 cedis single 100cedis double…

The heartbeat of an artiste…

This piece is dedicated to all the young struggling artistes who just want their voices to be heard. ✊ This piece is basically a collection of my thoughts on certain issues that have been happening over and over again. To be frank, these are painful things I’ve got to get out of my chest. As much as I’m just coming to runt here(cos I own the place😁😁😁) this is a very serious issue that needs to be addressed.


Mostly we don’t like to say it but we’ve been exploited so much, so many times, all in the name of “the road to glory is not a bed of roses”… Well screw that!!! If you don’t have a screw driver, well jump on the bus and call the school driver(nerh, nerh this isn’t deep… It doesn’t even make sense…😒😒… Guy you can do better… Make a come back in the second line😋) you know what I’ll be your school driver… Fasten your belts… And let me get you schooled… Y’all missing some loose screws… Grab your notebooks and listen up… You’re about to take notes from a screw up…(now end it here before you really mess up😯😯)  okay now that I’ve loosened up I can blabble out. 

Now, I basically want to hit on two main things… 
1. Respect…

2. More respect!!!!!

I’m practically the most disrespected person I’ve ever met (well I haven’t met Donald Trump yet, so I think he’s prolly Trumping on this leaderboard). When I say respect, I basically mean respect for me as a person and respect for my art form. 

Now a lot of crappy things have happened to me. To start with, I’ll hit on the subject of this blog. Life’s junkyard™. I named this place that because certain peeps have called my writings junk, so I figured, what the crap!!! Create a junkyard. 

Now I don’t have a problem if you are clearly not interested in what I do… But you have absolutely no freaken rights to look down on it. You can’t stand there and say something like ” its just Spokenword… Its just poetry”

This isn’t just…

Do you know the hours of clear thinking and meditation I need before I can clear my mind up.

Do you know how difficult it is to focus on creating something out of nothingness. 

Most of the time it comes as an idea… A very abstract image or concept map thingie…

And its my job to translate it to words. Its like painting a picture with colours that don’t exist.

Now those who know me personally know that, I don’t just get up and play any gig… Nerh…

Not every gig is relevant to my development as an artiste. Some things are completely not my business. 

In relation to gigs and events there are 2 different categories I’ve worked with, There are the religious ones and the non religious ones.

Now with most of these gig they don’t pay a thing to you(especially the religious ones) sometimes you aren’t even given cash for transportation. And most of the organizers would give you a short notice, and want you to compose and memorize a new piece just for their event. 

The most clichéd excuse is “Ooo you know that art is priceless so we can’t pay for it” Dude like I’ve got to eat something at the end of the day. And most of you expect us to do it for passion, well passion doesn’t fill the stomach (except for passion fruit😂… Runt continues after the comic relief). Passion ain’t airtime on my phone, passion won’t get me new shoes, passion won’t get me a new phone. Passion won’t give me the financial assistance I need for my projects, passion doesn’t pay for a custom domain, passion doesn’t pay for studio time.  

Y’all have misinterpreted what passion is for. Passion is what drove me to start this so I could get something in return. Passion has got nothing to do with you its between me and how I’m true to my calling… Passion is why I have my personal blog, not why I should blog for you on your site. Passion is why I tackle societal issues in my pieces and put them out there for free. Passion is why I dropped political science to combine major in theatre and English. You know the most painful thing about being disrespected not only as an artiste, but as a student of the literary and performing arts is that… If it were a different profession you’d be treated differently. If I had read accounting and was an accountant, or I had become a lawyer or some other job or something, no one would come up to me and be like “come and work for free to satisfy your passion”. As much as we all agree that we can’t pay for the talent, let’s at least, be generous and give the artiste something with a little weight.  Even if you can’t pay in cash you could always use the batter system and pay in kind, through goods or services.

Now in relation to events, normally two things happen. Its either you siting there waiting to perform, and the Emcee just decides “ooo spoken word isn’t needed we’re out of time let’s skip it” I’ve sat through events hoping that they’d at least call me up after the closing prayer.

I’ve left events knowing I could have touched someone’s life. Most of the time I get there very early. I help setup, do sound checks and all that. Just because I believe that if things don’t go well it also affects me cos I’m a part of it. And when it comes to time for performance, I’ve been grossly overlooked. 

The painful thing is knowing that I could actually sue them and win, for using my name and image for adverts.

Now the most annoying people to work with are the religious events, churches and Christian groups to be precise. In the beginning, when I first started Spokenword, I thought everything I’ll ever do should be in churches and Christian circles. I remember struggling hard to fit into Christian circles. I remember trying so hard to be in the church. I remember forcing myself to write religious stuff even when the motivation was not around.  I remember begging for just 3minutes to just use my art to bless people. I remember being denied on accounts of my spiritual maturity and blaa blaa blaa… So I took my art where it was accepted and this very people complained I was going secular. Now here is the deal. I’ve learnt to value myself. I’ve learnt to speak honesty… I’ve learnt to perform straight from my heart, and I’ll touch on religious stuff when the need arises. At the moment I’m still Christian… In fact I’m more Christian than I’ve ever been. I’m getting to know Christ for myself, and I’m trynna be more like him in my own way. But to be honest, the church and Christian religious circles are the last places I’d want to grow my art in. The church kind of limits their artistes…

Everyone would want me to keep shouting hallelujahs and speak about ecstatic religious phenomenons all the time. Then I’ll be expected to hit on doctrines instead of the bare truth … And all that ain’t really really changing nobody’s life. What happened to given back to society… What happened to feeding the hungry before preaching to him… What happened to helping the weak and injured before preaching to him. Right now we don’t even preach the gospel of Christ, we’re preaching in the name of our pastors and our churches. I’ve had Christians knock on my room in school preach to me knowing that I’m Christian, and still try converting me to their church. Can we win souls that  have been won already??  Does my art have to be explicitly Christian to prove I’m Christian. The church pushes a lot of people out than we realize. (I’ll runt on the church later… Let’s get back on track…) I’m currently working on some real stuff, and I couldn’t have done them if my art developed solely in the church.

Now the issue with religious events is pretty simple. Your performance (which they would prefer you call ministration…. When in actual sense its a performance and the only person doing a ministration is the spirit of God not me… I’m just a broken vessel … Who is also broke😂😂😂)  is considered to be there work of God, so your reward is in heaven. No problem… I barb. But supposing a guest artiste/minister, who has some form of celebrity status is to show up, he would be paid thousands and hundreds of CEDI’s… So how come he gets rewarded here and  I don’t? Just because of celebrity status. It is practically the same crappy showbiz going on inside and outside the church… The emcees will never forget to call me up stage cos they’ve seen me on TV, or heard me on radio… Event organizers will be ready to pay me heavily cos they’ll consider it an honour to have a celebrity on their show.

While it is Shatta Wale, Sakordie, or Medikal , outside the church, we’ve also got Ohemaa Mercy, Joe mettle, and Cwesi Oteng in the church. 

I know I’m prolly not close to these people in achievements but I’m not cheap, or valueless. 

I’ve performed free in churches and Christian events whereby I entered with a few cedi notes and came out empty, just because the Emcee was directly calling you out for fundraising and seed sowing… Just because I’ve dressed nice and given a powerful performance. 

Supposing I sow seeds and die of hunger who reaps my harvest? I’ve walked to and from religious performances, and people who saw me perform would pass and wave… 

There have been nights when I’ve walked passed about two bus stops to ensure my money is enough to settle the fare. 

I remember the voice of Bun B on Lecrae’s church clothes 3mixtape saying: ” be true to yourself and be true to your struggle, with time people will learn the truth and understand you, then the will relate to you” for how long do we have to wait…

Until we make it… All I can say is “God bless our hustle”

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Misconceptions The Concept…

6tag_250117-000655Behold the Masterpiece….
A piece of the Master’s peace.
This happens to be the cover art for the mind blowing spoken word project I’ve been cooking for a very long time. I believe a cover art is not supposed to be just some cool picture… It’s supposed to be a visual representation of the Track or album.
And that’s why we’re here today.
Before I give you the concept behind the cover art I’ll have to tell you an epic story…
A legendary tale, the tale of all tales… (in fact this tale has a tail, and there’s a tale about it’s tail,which also has a tale,about a tail of a tale about a tail of a tale’s tail’s tale’s tail’s tale…. I choose not to continue down this infinite loophole of tails, wait is it tales….)
This story is from the very beginning…(but every beginning has a beginning, so are we taking it from the very beginning’s beginning beginning beginning beginning beginning… Another loophole discovered… Barry Allen should quit fooling with the timeline… And Deydzi you know we haven’t actually said anything relating to today’s post… *facepalm*)
An Open MIC, Emergency Rookie photographer, and a new phone number…
Everything around her was moving very slowly…
The Veins on her neck were about jumping out…
Her senses were alive, and were on fire…
The pain was Extremely excruciating…
She tried screaming, but her lower jaw was tightly hugging her upper jaw in a firm grip…
Droplets of sweat raced down her forehead…
They did nothing to cool her down…
The heat was coming from inside…
PUSH!!!!
The voice of the midwife broke through her alarming senses…
She pushed with all her might…
(ERROR DETECTED!!!🚨… sorry there, I think we started from the wrong beginning😁… You see the specific beginning we’re supposed to be looking at is a very significant event. It’s that point in the timeline which is a stronghold to so many future and present events,including the subject of today’s post which we have not even touched on yet…
This event is partly responsible for the formation of this extraordinary blog… This event is not so much of a story…)
I looked out the window of the Trotro… I was feeling very uneasy. You know, that feeling when you are going somewhere you’ve never been before… It’s so uncomfortable roaming in unfamiliar territories.
I crossed the road from where I had alighted and viola!!! There was my destination. “One Corner Spot and grill”
I entered and waited for my squad…
#MeetDaSquad…
1. Nora Anyidoho… AKA Xorlalie…
Special abilities: Certified Wierdo(I don’t know who certified her,but she’s a real wierdo… I don’t think she’s human. Homo something else not sapien. She has her own species, an endangered specie to be precise), crazy writing ability but she doesn’t write much, has excellent command over whatever she has written. Ooo she’s also a fine girl and she has always got my back.
2. Lemuel Amegashie… AKA Lemmy.
Special abilities: Real geek, excellent rapper, great writer (he has this way of creating excellent punchlines…)
3.Telvin Abariga. AKA Mr Tee.
Special abilities:very little is known about him… He is lowkey personified. He’s a cool guy with some excellent talent(He was the winner of the second edition of the Bibilingual spoken word competition)
4. Kenneth(with some Ga surname bii laidat). AKA Peri.
Special Abilities: Extremely annoying, Blows very very veryoff comments like something… Nonfa magnate. He claims he’s some sort of photographer.
He has his way with writing long picturistic  pieces. (I don’t know if that’s his idea of photography.
Nora and I were supposed to perform at a Show here, at the same time cover the event for open air theatre show. It was 1on1 with Hondred percent and we had put together this squad to help with the  performances. We were the open MIC team.
The audience turn up was low, Nora was late as usual, but the experience was dope…
Soon the Show started and Peri was given the camera to take pictures.
I remember performing Game over… I saw her Smile at me.
She was sitting at the back of the small crowd, just smiling, I guess she was enjoying herself.
It was Peri’s turn to perform so he gave me the camera. I’m not very good at taking pictures, but I’m good at acting like I’m good at doing something I’m not good at doing.
I remember striking epic photographer poses which ironically didn’t reflect in the pictures I took of Peri.
I noticed her smiling at me again…
So I turned and took some pictures of her.
The show continued to flow and soon it started raining…
You know, whenever there’s a gathering of creative people nothing can stop them from achieving what they want. So we moved the show from an open place to a roofed place.  The guys and I were half wet… I turned and saw Nora talking with people as usual. She was gathering contacts of prospective guests for our radio show… I noticed she was talking to the Smiller… I walked over to them… Nora saw me and did the introductions… “Elaine meet Deydzi, Dey… Elaine” She turned to her and continued. “Dey is my Co host for the radio Show…” Qwerh Nora be too much. You see what I meant by she’s got my back…
I wanted to ask Elaine for her number… But I felt very weird just saying it raw like that. I was looking for a way to fuse it into the convo… Nora came to save me again… “So we would pick your number and maybe we can have you on our show before you get back to the states…” She gave Nora her number and told me to send her the pictures.
(fast forward a little)
My squad and I spoke to Hondred percent and he really encouraged us to keep the creative flame burning. The guys were grateful that I had shared this opportunity with them. We decided that it was time we formed some sort alliance to push ourselves… Truth be told I happen to meet very interesting people. So there and then heartbeat records started.
(fast forward again)
Nora just sent me Elaine’s number…
I needed an opening line, I decided to use a classic…
“Hi… Deydzi here.”
One tick… Two ticks… Blue tick… Typing…
“Hello
I must say that’s a badass name😊”
And that was the beginning of a lot of things (definitely not what you are thinking… Perverted minds)
The Actual Concept…
Well now that we’ve met Elaine I think we can move on to the actual concept…
Elaine is one of those who inspired me to start a blog( in fact the second day of texting her she said she was giving me an assignment to make a blog… I declined, and eventually clicked on the “create a free site with WordPress” link on her blog… http://readefing.wordpress.com)
She’s the one who created the cover art, she’s a box of creativity, talented in different fields.
To completely get  the whole concept behind the cover art I’m going to break it down to pieces.
1. The Heartbeat records’ logo.
This was also separately designed by Elaine. The first “a” in the word “heartbeat” has been replaced with a ❤. At the center of the logo is a heartbeat wave. This symbolises our choice to love what we do and produce art that would build people up positively.
Elaine also says that “❤” is at the left side  of the word “heartbeat” just like the human heart is at the left side of the chest.(this girl is something else).
2. The “WhoIsDeydzi”. This is a very famous, question/Statement/ pseudonym. You might think of it as the name behind this project but it stands for something else. Well this project attempted to answer this famous question.
3. The Black background.
Life can sometimes be a darkened room.
4. The Spotlights.
They kind of create the impression of a stage set for a performance. This represents the high expectations we’ve got to meet… This represents the expectations you guys have for this project…. This represents the expectations the world has for me. These three lights are symbolic for the trilogy…( you are probably wondering what does this crazy dude mean by three lights… I only see two… Well there are three lights and the third light is currently off)
5. The human silhouette.
This guy is probably lost in deep thought, or confused or disappointed. To be honest I don’t really know what’s wrong with him. He represents me…
He represents you…
He represents Everyone,anyone and no one. In the sense that we don’t know exactly what is wrong with us… He also happens to be our third light(you know… Salt and light) he’s just not shinning right now…
6. The microphone 🎤 attached to the question mark.
In our quest to answer the questions that plague us we tend to create more unanswered questions… And that’s how life is…
7. When you put all together you realize that the cover art is a reflection of Life…
We’ve all got our own problems, yet at certain points in time we’re expected to grab that MIC and put on a great show…
The misconception is that the show is not necessarily about us, we’re just tools and a tool is only exalted in its master’s glory…
That’s the reason why the project’s name is not located at the center but the bottom… We’re playing the background, so that He plays the lead role.
I hope the project would be as dope as this cover art…
Do let me know what you think about it…
Meet me in the comments box…

Note to Foreign Readers: “Trotro” is the name given to minibuses used for public transport. “Qwerh” is a Ghanaian phrase… I can’t translate it directly but it is similar to “Damn”.

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Misconceptions: The trilogy

I’ve been working on this project for almost a whole year(it’s a pretty long story.)
I first conceived the idea somewhere in late March 2016. I remember the late night walks I took, clearing my mind, creating thinking space.
These were among the first pieces I produced when I first found my real voice.
The original idea was to produce 3 closely related pieces(hence trilogy… A part of me wanted to say Heinz Bake beans…) the pieces touch on issues that are very dear to me(please those of you thinking it’s about a girl,staaapit😒 this is one aspect of my life that is not connected to the natural Man hunting instinct).
I remember I first wrote these pieces down.
1.The big picture.
2. Dear Mr Christian.
3. Who is Deydzi?
After writing and editing I was preparing to have a studio session during the vacation, and next thing I knew… BAM!!! I had lost the pieces… I just couldn’t find them,
I started with the recovery process… I remember waiting on Recovery like Nana Addo’s race to the presidency(Charley!!! I choq keep oooo😆… It reached sometime sef I started saying “The Battle is the Lord’s” )
I got fed up one day and decided that, guy if I wrote these things down in the first place I could always rewrite them down.
I remember entering my throne room and sitting on my throne( Throne here is the toilet 🚽)
This was my man cave, it was like a portal to different dimensions, the nexus of all realities… The place where all the different dimensions and alternate worlds crossed paths.(Please wash your hands after reading this post I’m actually sitting on my throne right now 😆😆😆)
I remember spending the whole day in here, in a state of deep meditation(Dad occasionally came to ask how many eggs I had laid😅) I remember searching the depths of my mind for the words that made up those pieces.
The most annoying thing ever was that, the recovery process was successfully completed just a day after I had successfully rewritten the pieces.
I compared both versions and I realized the rewritten ones were improved.
So I headed to the studio and recorded the pieces…
Later to be told that the studio PC crashed…
Untill just last week I successfully completed the rerecording.
Even with that one the electricity current in the studio kept fluctuating(na erh tita tita).
I remember the PC blacking out a couple of times during the recording.
I realized that the trilogy did not really tackle all the misconceptions I wanted to tackle, these pieces were also quite old, my writing style has greatly improved since then, nevertheless the project is very epic.
I still had a little more stuff in my chest that I had to spit out, so I pieced it together and produced a bonus track to make up for the long time this project has been stuck in the pipelines. So my trilogy has four pieces and they are as follows.
The Big Picture.
This piece tackles most of the uncertainties we young people face in life, it revolves around life choices and peer pressure. The piece suggests that life itself is a big picture being painted by a Devine artist who has given us the choice to paint our own small pictures… With the Hope that piecing together all these smaller pictures will produce the exact picture he had in mind.
Dear Mr Christian.
This is really one of my favorites. It’s a letter my non Christian side  wrote to my Christian side and all other Christians. I’ve performed this piece live on several occasions and I’ve seen it do it’s magic by changing the whole atmosphere and given the people something to think about. The piece itself was inspired by Derek Minor’s Rap song, Dear Mr Christian , featuring Lecrae and Dee1. It is a picture of the Church from an unbeliever’s perspective.
We’re stars on earth we just seem to be shinning with the wrong kind of brilliance…
The reason I wrote this piece is not because I hate the church,nooo… It’s because I’m a part of this body so I have every right to wash it.
Who is Deydzi?
This piece attempts to answer the question who is Deydzi? All I did was stitch together some plenty basaa basssa something bii in a quest to answer the unknown.
It’s like fruit salad(everything some dey inside)
In fact it’s like Life’s Junkyard™  a lot of my usual rubbish with hidden treasures.

Lord of the Rings.

This is the bonus. (you know, like when you go and buy waakye and you beg Hajiah to dash you some extra scoops😆😆😆… Come to think of it those who are making a fuss over Nigerian and Ghana Jollof have you ever had waakye😋… I know relationships are interesting but c’mon have you ever had waakye😍 … Waakye won’t be expecting a vals day gift, waakye won’t bother to call you and call you again saying you are not picking her calls… W.O.R.D. Waakye Over Relationships Damn!!!)
This piece highlights the struggles of living a double life,looking at life through different perspectives. Trying to fit in among different societies when you were made to be different.(P.S. The piece has nothing to do with waakye, that was just by the way😁)
The misconceptions project seeks to speak on issues that everyone refuses to speak about.
Relevant issues that we normally ignore, this is what I stand for…
I speak the unspeakable…
I touch the Untouchable…
I am Batman😈 (#Note2Self: Remember to clear this last statement during the final editing… It’s one of those cool things you say in your head😌)
Official cover art drops on Wednesday… It was designed by a good friend… In fact I will blog about it.
The pieces drop on 1st February…
Anticipate 😎
Ooo and before I go everydayGladiator and I are working on retelling African stories in a way that will be appreciated by the 21stCentury manga/anime/comicbook/superhero/fantasy/mythology/fiction fan.
He has already started his tale “Order of the Web” mine will drop in March…
In the meantime enjoy it at https://everydayGladiator.blogspot.com
Since I ended today’s post with a shadout to Gladiator, let’s do this the Gladiator way😈…..
#Winngiiinnngggg it!!!!!
(sound effect should be placed here…. Batman leaves stage…. Kill the lights…. Pppfffff)

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Soul Food Poisoning

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Char you guys are homies thanks for the 2k views in just four months😋… We hit 2k views on our last post… I really appreciate the support. In view of this I will be releasing an official thank you post very soon…. In the meantime enjoy today’s post.
Soul Food Poisoning.
Music is food for the soul,
The taste varies from persons and places… So deep, bloodlines and rhymes schemes… Punchlines, No wack themes.
And tho this is poetry… I swear if you cut off the music I’ll bleed to death!! Why?
Hip hop has a soul… Like Ehalakasa it lives in us.”
(Deydzi Soul Music ft Peri)
I’ve never really been attracted to Ghanaian music,in fact I’m very very very very very picky about whom I listen too. Initially my definition of music was Lecrae, I’ve learnt to adjust my playlist.
I was up early and already on the road before the usual time I wake up. I sat in the front seat of a Dodowa car and headed to a place that brought back crazy high school memories, I knew the task ahead of me today…
I knew the mission behind my trip.
Trotros can be something else, so to prevent any unexpected circumstances… To set the mood for my mission… To prepare me mentally and emotionally for the task ahead of me…
To spice up my creativity…
I had to listen to music…
For me Music wasn’t just some sort of entertainment, nah it was more than that. It was a soul feast…
It is uplifting. I and the lyrics of the song connect and become one in soul and mind.
So I sat in the front seat of the car and I comfortably listened to Andy Mineo’s Uncomfortable Album, ears fully plugged, volume on full blast, eyes slightly closed, I believe the best term to use was soaking.
I was soaking the music.
Till now the words of Strange motions still plays in my mind…
Mineo used the metaphor of people dancing in a ballroom to describe the entertainment industry, the persona speaks about how he’s struggling to dance and how the room that was filled with people is now empty… He ends by saying “I’m not having fun anymore… But I can’t seem to find the door”
I arrived at my destination quite early, despite a big delay from the police men who were hustling drivers for cash,since change came they’ve all gone back to the streets.
I entered the studio feeling very hyper… It was like a fire was in my chest ready to explode, well what was I expecting from spending over an hour on the road filling myself up with doses of Andy Mineo’s uncomfortable and J Monty’s Level 54.
The beautiful thing about Ghanaian studios are you get to meet a host of underground artistes. Some very talented others are quite crappy…
Well I went behind the mic for a while and yh… I did my thing. My flow was quite different from what most of these guys listened to… This was probably the first time they were hearing spoken word.
While I was on break another set of people came in.
These guys looked a little too old to be pursuing a rap career, so I was expecting some kind off matured flow… Kharis cooked up a crazy hip hop beat for them… And we all had our heads bobbing to it in the studio.
So the over aged rapper went behind the studio mic, bobbing his head to the beat…
At this point I was really trying so hard not to laugh…
Very coarse voice… KG2 rhyme meters…
Empty lyrics and the flow was not only off beat, it was struggling with the beat.(I have been trying so hard not to open any side comments in this post but c’mon, I just have to…. I’m currently searching my mind for the best metaphorical imagery to describe the rap flow…. Uhuuhh, found it)
The flow was like one of those horrible bathroom moments…
When you take a hardcore turd 💩
And the poop 💩 refuses to go backstage after all the flushing…
(yhhh yhhh…. I’ve  made a comeback to elaborate on the poop… So this type of poop is not a civilian… Nope… It’s a hardcore Black special ops marine…
If it was an action movie star, it would have been Sylvester Stalon. It wasn’t supposed to be dropped in a WC … Maybe a KVIP or something else… And the worst part is it keeps smiling at you like this emoji 💩)
The lyrics of the song were very horrible… All I was hearing was
“money money money spend the money yh…” Backed with some cuss words and dirty phrases…
He featured another rapper who had a very good flow but same empty lyrics…
He complained about the explicit contents of the song, he didn’t seem too happy about it…
The first rapper said, this is what the people like… This is what they want… Spending money, so let’s give it to them. (if he were actually spending money he wouldn’t be recording in our underground ghetto home studio)
He engaged me in a little conversation… We spoke about the beat and stuff… Before he left he said something that amused me… He said “when would I hit and become a superstar like Weezy…”
To be frank the lyrics were horrible, there were some cuss word combos that don’t make sense to regular cussers…
And just like strange motions this guy is seriously praying to enter the empty “no way out” ballroom.
This is why I’m very picky with Music… Music has this way of subtly getting stuck in your head and playing out in your life…
You turn to behave more like the stuff you listen to.
And most Ghanaian artistes are copying blindly… Despite all our local genres and blends we are still not musically independent… We still copy wrongly… I remember my days in the cultural troupe, every folk song we sang had a meaning and lesson behind it. Music today is all about unhealthy entertainment…
Most local rappers are blindly copying the American hip hop industry which is actually a very dirty game…
Major labels are funded by private prisons, major labels then fund minor labels and independent artiste,as a means of keeping the industry in check…
So the deal is to produce music about drugs, sex violence and crime… To increase the crime rate in black communities so that the prisons get filled and then more cash goes to the unseen architects of this plot. Artistes brag about money they don’t have, cars they can’t buy and neighborhoods they can’t go into. If most of these guys are so rich why do they fall victim to task evasion suits. Your favorite rapper might claim he’s the man on the block, but all I see is Pinocchio trying to be a real boy… It’s all a puppet show… Nothing but faking…
This is why certain good artiste who don’t follow this trend still remain underground for a long time, no one is ready to promote substance. The likes of BOB,E40,Lecrae,Gemstones,NF,Bizzle,Hopsin ETC.
I used to be a fan of urban music, but of late I’m very picky in this circle too. Most of the new artistes have the wrong motives and produce crappy songs(seriously… Very judgmental and self righteous songs… Some even try to sound religiously superficial). Their messages are not relevant and real.
After my break I went back to recording… Most of the other artistes present were amazed… I even engaged them in conversation… We spoke on politics… We spoke on religion…
We spoke about art… One guy wants me to help him with a collabo(spoken word ft dancehall)
They bought my idea about impacting society with music…
They saw the need to be real and relevant… They saw the need for good music…
Before I left I played a few of my favorite tracks for them…
First was Words,2006 by Sho Barracka from his album The Narrative.
Then I played Papa San ft DaTruth Step up from the One blood album(the dancehall boys loved it…)
Finally the last piece I played was a spoken word piece…
It had a strong message, and everyone who listened was hit right in the heart…
The piece was real and relatable…
Heavy truth cleverly woven into punchlines…
Philipa’s Lucozade Asante From TRP’s First of all EP…
Dinner was served…

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Crash-landed…

Hello… How’s 2017 treating you guys? Anyway this is a true life story… It’s an account of an unexplainable event that happened in Senior high school…
Please Note that all speeches made in quotation marks are not plagiarized, but rather very close to what the original characters said during the actual event…( you know I won’t be surprised if during the the teaching of a  certain UGRC,
A certain someone’s name will pop up when students are asked to define plagiarism😁)
Enjoy…

Crash-landed…
“Alright!!!! Everyone should keep quiet and Listen!!!”
The angry voice of the headmaster resounded through the rows of students gathered at the assembly ground.
As usual I stood at the back with my prefect friends…
“this is it he’s got to say something… He can’t just cover this one up and pretend like it never happened.”
Everyone eagerly waited to hear what the headmaster had to say about the incident.
” Okay people… We know that some of you have some things you use for your things…. Please we beg you… We don’t want your trouble, when you are coming to school tie them in a rubber bag and leave them outside the gate… When we vacate you can pick them up… Good day!!!”
The students dismissed and headed back to class…
I couldn’t believe my ears… What in the world is wrong with this man.
After this freaken incident this is all you can say… I had that  “really nigga” look on my face…
“Yo Fred is that all he’s going to say?” I asked the assistant boy’s prefect… “well you saw the incident yourself” he replied me sarcastically, he continued to tell me exactly what I already knew “the culprit claimed if we had caught her a few minutes earlier we would have also caught her other associates who are students here”
It was about 3 months to complete senior high school and yhh I couldn’t wait till I left this evil forest…
I wasn’t a superstitious person but this incident broke all the laws of deductive reasoning and logical explanations…
You know… For a second I began to think about all the crazy high school tales I had heard off…
I remember the lies Oba Yaa told us (I normally don’t open my bracket comments when It’s a serious story but this is a really necessary one… Probably the most important one I’ve ever done since I started blogging… And I know you are all wondering what the incident is… Relax no spoilers you will find out in due time. Ooo and as usual I just realized I opened this bracket and I haven’t actually said what I wanted to say… I’ve been beating around the bush… Or is the bush beating around me? Alright back to the ish… All I want to say is Oba Yaa is a Guy… Yhup, one of my SHS mates… An interesting character… I should give him his own story soon… You might have to go read again the last line right before I opened this bracket… Consider this as a really long annoying commercial break 😅 like the adonko bitters advert)
The talking goat that entered our dormitory after midnight…( that was an interesting scare tale actually… The following night we had Catholics praying in tongues and Moslems praying hail Mary before going to bed)
The stories of Fork man… Ooo and the famous myths about dwarfs being behind the whirlwinds which were very common in Dodowa.
Well this was quite different from all those tall tales…
I was never really superstitious… Of course I believed in the existence of spirits… I just didn’t believe in very physical manifestations in the 21st century…
Not that physical manifestations could not happen… I had seen and witnessed exorcism at SU meetings…
I had seen gang members using charms to crack glass bottles on their heads without getting hurt…
These things were part of school life so they felt almost normal…
But I had never seen anything like this incident…
I remember everything very clearly….
It was around 4AM.
Surprisingly I had woken up early and had managed to take my bath by this time.
As I was heading to the dormitory from the bathhouse, I saw most of the boys running towards the dinning hall….
This was Senior High School…
When everyone is running towards a particular destination at dawn you join them…
So in my boxer shorts and with my bucket in hand and towel around my neck I followed the crowd…
At the dinning hall the was a lot of noise…
I turned around to see one guy frantically shouting… ” Let’s Kill it!!!! Kill it!!!! It’s not a human being”
I saw two house masters and the security guard among the crowd of boys… I pushed through the sea of human beings with the hope of catching a glimpse of who or what was at the center of the crowd…(at this point most of you might be thinking thief… I’m sorry to say this … It was bigger!!!)
I got closer and there before me…
Sitting on the floor with legs opened wide…
Was what looked like a skinny naked old man…
It had very loose, falling,sagging, old woman boobs on it’s chest.
And in between it’s legs…
Where normal people have their sexual organs, was just plain skin…
I stood there with mixed feelings what in blazes was this???
The being looked very fragile and miserable…
I asked around and the same tale was on everyone’s mouth…
The person sitting on the floor, was initially a bird that was short down by the school’s night guard.
Upon hit the ground it shape-shifted and tried to make a run for the boy’s dormitory, but it was caught by the night guard and some of the kitchen staff…
The students were eventually sacked from the dinning hall.
Around 6:30am, the school bus drove off to the Dodowa police station with a delegation of teachers accompanying the Crash-landed African traditional pilot.
I had heard of crashes involving aircrafts, but i never thought it could ever happen with witchcraft…
We got wind from the teachers that, the pilot had come to drop off some of his flight crew in our school…
For weeks everyone was very skeptical and cautious…
We had flyers walking amongst us….

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2017:A deep Freezer,Soggy Pawpaw and Panda 🐼 Vs Suicide…

6tag_151216-092150.jpgI’ve never been a fan of New year resolutions, well they’re mostly crappy… Empty and don’t work…
A recent incident happened and I consider it as the perfect imagery of how crappy new year resolutions can be( here goes nothing…).
So daddy enters the kitchen with freshly harvested pawpaw.(fast forward it a bit😄)
So I ate one and it was just the way I like it hard and crunchy… (I only eat pawpaw that’s hard and crunchy…. If I don’t hear grrr grrr while chewing I can’t swallow…)
All my pawpaws have to be hardguys( this sounds so wrong 😅)
The following day I wanted to eat another pawpaw…
Well he looked like a hard guy… Crunchy and all that… (I feel awkward referring to my food as he)
It even felt solid…
So I peeled it up( I actually want to say “stripped him naked” but it sounds very gay so let’s stick with peeled…)
The moment I bit into it… It was all soft and yucky and gooey… To be honest I felt betrayed…
And then I did the dumbest thing I’ve ever done… ( well it’s not necessarily the dumbest… It’s the dumbest I could remember at the moment…)
I put the pawpaw in a deep freezer with the hopes that the cold ice will solidify the wretched thing😂… The pawpaw came out very soggy and sloppy in the end.
Yhup… This is how crappy I see new year resolutions…
Bitting into something you can’t chew… Subject it to severe conditions with the hopes of changing it and finally discarding it in the end because it’s all messed up…
Anyway…
Earlier in the year I read an interesting blogpost from one of my blogging mentors… https://readefining.wordpress.com
The title of the post was Seeking Honey.
Elaine spoke about her practice of picking a word that will define her steps for the whole year…
Her word for 2016 was seek, her word for this year is sow.
As 2016 was coming to an end, I was really thinking deep about the word to use…
I’ve got a word now. My word for the year is suicide…
I was stuck between two words before I selected suicide.
I was thinking either Suicide or Panda 🐼(don’t blame me designer’s song is very catchy… Panda panda panda😅😅😅)
Now to why I picked suicide over panda. I think it bores down to the path I’m seeking in life…
To me Panda is a very deep symbol (it can be read as P and A where P=pressure and A= Area, so to calculate the mass per Unit Area you need to apply pressure to… I’m definitely not going anywhere positive with this one 😆😆😆😆  alright let’s get serious)
Panda is a Symbol of What Humanity was meant to be… Beautiful.
1.Pandas are black and white. We can’t do without each other… Blacks and Whites make up humanity just like a Panda’s fur.
2.Pandas are bears but are very calm animals only aggressive when provoked… Very similar to the biblical advice;be sharp as a snake gentle as a dove.
3.Pandas always have teary faces. The area around their eyes are mostly wet like they’ve been crying… Pain is always going to be part of our lives, pain makes us stronger… A painless life is not worth living.
4. Pandas are loners but they appreciate company… The animal is an endangered species. There aren’t many of them around so we can’t see them in packs. But the few that exist appreciate each other. We’re all we’ve got, we need each other, unity is power.
Now with Suicide, the word literally means to take one’s life. When I say Suicide I mean dying to self so I can rise with him.
This has been a recurring theme in most of my pieces…
In my quest to uplift people with good lyrics this whole idea of dying to self keeps recurring.
Most of my pieces are divinely inspired… After hours of deep thinking and meditating.
I’ve realized that life is not necessarily about me…
I’m just a character, the story Continues when I’m gone…
Most people don’t know this but I’ll admit… Anytime I get behind a microphone, it’s like a soul sacrifice… A part of me dies so that He can live in my lyrics…
Right now I feel I’ve reached a point where the only thing holding me back is myself…
So I kinda have to purge myself from me, so I could have more of him.
So for 2017, I’m living life knowing that it’s not about me… It’s a whole new bigger picture…
I admit I’m broken, but broken crayons still color…
What word will you pick?
Feel free to leave a comment( and please don’t say Panda😆 that will be plagiarism.)

happy new year 😊

and yh… I know the title is horrible 😆

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2016 In Retrospect:What I’m grateful for…

To be honest I don’t know where to start from…(that annoying voice in my head is like ” duhh the beginning”) but to be honest if I were to begin this from the beginning…( well basically every beginning has a beginning which has a beginning beginning beginning beginning… So basically if I am to start this from the very beginning I might get caught in an endless throwback paradox cataclysm ETPC… ( A Theory I just thought up to define the endless universal nature of absolute beginnings) and I’m not prepared for that). I don’t know if I’m making any sense.
Truth be told 2016 has been a freaken awesome year…
We’ve had all sorts of Trends… A Fair share of disasters… We lost so many great minds… Ooo and a lot of things changed.
America elected their first blonde President.
Ghana “errected” our first bald president.
Yhup… So many things changed.
To me these are the things I’m grateful for…
1. I’m grateful that I found my voice. Right from last Christmas Vacation that saw me rebooting my writing skills through to the Late night writing session and my performance at the Sobolo plus Chicken poetry Show, with all the other performances and open air theatre show. Well all I can say was I was no longer a kid copying others because he liked what they did… I was no longer a Lecrae wanna be…
I learnt to appreciate and embrace who I was becoming. I was no longer reechoing what someone else was saying… I was voicing my heart out on issues that were very close to me…
2. I’m grateful for Art. Tho society might not fully understand and embrace artiste of all kinds… I learnt that Art is a Universal calling… You will have to sacrifice certain things to portray your message. And the message comes out in different diverse ways.
I’m grateful that we found a way to express and appreciate ourselves for what we’ve got.
3. I’m grateful for people. Truth be told I formed a lot of bonds with people this year. The year saw me strengthening old bonds and making new ones… From friends, to crushes,colleagues, role models, fellow vandals, classmates,rivals, my roomies, the boys boys, a few fans, the Open air theatre Listeners… Trust me I learnt a lot about people… I learnt to look beyond first impressions… I learnt to embrace personalities… I learnt to accept differences… Yayra, TeeJay, Jeff(with the big nose) Michelle💃, all the Jennifers, all the Josephines, Ras, AB, Josiah, Hondred percent, Gladiator, Ozionn, Nora, Rhyme Sonny, Nana Asaase, Jewel king… Amaze, Birdy, Akotowa…. It’s a really really long list… I can’t forget Elaine…
4. I’m grateful for my experiences on this journey.
From the Sobolo days… To the Friday night boys boys fellowship 😆 ( Joel, OJ and Karim… I see you) to the days with Oswald… One on One with Hondred percent… Spirited Poetry@ Chale wote… The school productions… The one one Agbana😆😆… And Open Air theatre show… I learnt a lot of lessons through all these…
5. I’m grateful for this blog.
Basically I opened an online Junkyard… As a platform to express myself… To be frank this is by far one of the most aimless things I’ve ever seen… Blogging about anything… Everything… And Nothing… But you guys loved it and gave me  over A thousand page views just under three months…
6.I’m grateful for freedom. We fail to realize it but freedom comes with a price that isn’t easy to pay. Freedom means being free to be U… Cos the U is the U in “beautiful” and that’s beautiful… Freedom is being free from religious constraints… And knowing God for who he truly is.
Freedom is being free from societal constraints… Freedom is being free from fear and self doubt… Freedom is freakin expensive…
Freedom means dying to self and looking beyond what you see…
Freedom is being creative…
Freedom doesn’t give a dam!! Bout what people think cos they’ve got know right to hold your flow back…
Freedom is realizing that, that little weird gift you’ve got is not a sin… Just because religious people don’t like it…
Freedom is Knowing that all things were made for him, by him, and for him… For every good and perfect gift cometh down from the father of light  bestowed freely unto his children…
7. I’m Grateful for Ghanaian Democracy. I’m glad that our people have learnt to speak up for themselves… I’m glad that our leaders have learnt that power is in the hands of the people and not positions…
I’m glad that our people are learning to hold leaders responsible for unfulfilled promises.
I’m glad that politics is evolving beyond politricks and propaganda.
8. I’m grateful for Spoken word.
I’m grateful that I can openly speak my heart out about practically anything and people will be able to connect with my voice and appreciate it… I’m grateful that I’m able to be the Leonardo Da Vinci of wordplay painting on your mental canvases… I’m grateful that I can be the Mozart and Beethoven playing Symphonies with words on the grand pianos of your heart…
9. I’m grateful for love… I’m grateful that I have learnt to love myself… My work… My Art and My Maker…
I’m grateful that I’ve learnt to care for people around me… I’m grateful that I’m still fighting very hard to overcome lust… And give life, love a wife like he loved the church, without seeing how many hearts we can break first…
10. I’m Grateful for Adulthood.
I used to think I had entered the University prematurely… I’m insecure about growing up and maturing very quickly… I’m scared I might be growing up to quickly and I just might miss out on life… I’m scared one day I’m going to wake up with a beard which will destroy my baby face (bare in mind my baby face is my most priced assert😋)
Truth be told I turned 18 on the 22nd of March 2016(this might come as a surprise to many people😝) I don’t know what’s so special about this age… Most people feel because they’re now legally accepted as adults so it’s really special… Well now you are legally allowed to watch PG 18 movies(which most people watched under 12), vote, drive, drink, get married… Well to me it was just another number… Nothing special…
On my 18th birthday I got a text from my father as a birthday present 😆😆😆😆😆…
Personally I believe I became an adult the moment I entered Senior High school… And I became a responsible adult as I entered University…
I remember those countless occasions… Especially storymoja…
When the “adults” realized they had been working with a Kid😆😆😆
I’ve always enjoyed that look on their faces… Like “if I were doing this when I was 18😱😱😱”
Finally if I were asked to describe Adulthood… I would say. Adulthood is when you start feeling all grown up and think you control your life so you act like it, when in actual sense you have no freakin control over whatever happens…
Responsibility on the other hand is about foresight and making right decisions.

Yh errhhmm… To celebrate the new year here’s what we will be doing…
You can ask me any question you have always wanted to ask and I will answer them in the next post.
You can send them by email to deydzi@outlook.com or on WhatsApp through this number +233262728491….
This is a once in a life time opportunity!!!

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A Broken Christmas.

6tag_191216-193331.jpgMerry Christmas Squad 😉…
On Christmas day at 5pm y’all should listen to the open air theatre Show on Radio Univers 105.7fm…
Well we’re having the special Christmas edition of the show… We will be doing a Recital of DoTH Clique’s 9 letters of Christmas Spoken word anthology.
Trust me you don’t want to miss this( y’all expecting me to talk something crazy in here 😂 )
I wrote this piece a year ago as part of the anthology…
It happens to be my only work with the clique… Erm… And I’m retiring from the clique by the end of the year (c’mon it had to happen)
So this is like my good bye post to them( really… Guy who does that 😞)
You can read the other pieces at
http://www.dwritersclique.wordpress.com

A Broken Christmas.
I grew up in a broken home…
Literally broken…
Though we weren’t broke,
and dad never got stroke,
let’s just say there wasn’t enough love sweet as coke,
to prevent us from puffing up like smoke.
Before we got broken,
Christmas used to be a time of fun and joking,
We gathered around the table, just broken people,
sitting in love and pretence, as we opened up our presents.
So don’t you talk about Christmas cheer,
Where were the sleigh and reindeer?
When love refused to rain here..
Through out the year,
Where was Santa and his elves?
On the shelves, I guess, along with all the other Christmas decorations, :
When my family faced degradation.

So on that day when they got the divorce, and I had to choose between my ‘merry’ mother, and father for Christmas…
That night when the ‘Silent Knight’ but man disrupted the jingle bells and cries of love in the depth of my heart…
In a pool of despair drowning,
I heard the angels singing,
GLORY TO THE NEW BORN KING.
I opened my eyes, Looking at the skies,
And then I saw it…
The east star,
I got saved though it wasn’t easter..
I gave up hate, left her hand,
In anger she tried to hit me,
but fleeing from Her rod, I run to Bethlehem…
There, birthed, lay Him…
The one who made my life stable,
Was born in a stable.
They gave Him gold, frankincense and myrrh…
I just stood there…
Just like the little drummer boy, my heart beat punchlines and rhymes, on your eardrums.
I saw Mariah Carrey Him as they sang ‘all I want for christmas is you’,
Who? Me?
Certainty not me, but you reading.
Forget the TV, and all those Christmas movies that have nothing to do with bringing Christ to the masses that is moving.
And retail shops exploiting the season, that has nothing to do with seasoned chicken.

Christmas is broken with sin…
Christ was born…
…so we could be born again.
So in our brokenness, we choose Christ for Christmas over the masses.
It’s a merry christmas…
So like Mary give birth to Christ…
…for the masses.
#Letter9

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Real People…

my contribution to the league of extraordinary bloggers.(it was originally blocked on their site)

This piece was inspired by a friend and colleague 😋😋 let’s call her MaaFa😅😅😅. So I was sitting my somewhere and this girl started passing corners corners and using them to ask me personal que…

Source: Real People…