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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 ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹ letโ€™s call her MaaFa๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…. So I was sitting my somewhere and this girl started passing corners corners and using them to ask me personal queโ€ฆ

Source: Real People…

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VennRhymes’ Bible

1 And it came to pass, on the 7th day of the 12th month in the 16th year of the 2000th year after the death of Christ, the children of Ghana went to choose a leader. 2 They casted lots among six stโ€ฆ

Source: VennRhymes’ Bible

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A Throwback Christmas ๐ŸŽ„….

hi ๐Ÿ™‹…. Yh I know it’s been a long time ๐Ÿ˜

well I had back to back examinations and I’m finally done (to be honest I finished long ago but laziness has been flirting with me ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)

so this is supposed to be my great comeback (LOL ๐Ÿ˜ oboy dey come figa๐Ÿ˜†)

since Christmas is approaching I cooked up something for the season…๐Ÿ˜‰

Enjoy…๐Ÿ˜‡

A Throwback Christmas ๐ŸŽ„…

” Eeiii… See him ooo!!! I thought you said you wouldn’t celebrate Christmas since it’s a satanic festival”

I sat there so confused as mum’s words echoed in my mind and fell down my spine to the depths of my heart.
I didn’t know what I believed in anymore. Everything I thought I knew… Everything I believed in… Everything I had thought was right was actually so very wrong.
This was officially the worst Christmas ever…
I was confused…
I was broken…
I sat behind a feast with almost all the pieces of my broken family… Well today was the one day of the year that we could at least pretend to be Normal… Not anymore.
Christmas had been ruined… We were never going to be happy.
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I was born a Catholic… And I was probably supposed to die as one.
I had been baptized, I had accepted the sacrament of the holy Eucharist, I was in confirmation catechism… Until everything changed.
As a young kid I was thought to be very religious.
My mum was our Sunday school teacher… And a Charismatic Catholic… So despite all of the religious Catholicism I was exposed to charismatic Christianity too.
I remember when everything changed like it was only yesterday.
Tension at home was increasing… So dad sent my younger brother and I to a private boarding school to keep us away from the conflict.
I remember my first day in “Word of Faith Christian School”, the people seemed very nice. With time I felt out of place… Everything was different.
I was no longer allowed to wear shorts around… Since I was showing of my “nakedness”.
I remember loosing the things I was born to believe in…
Rosary prayers… Were seen as idolatry…
I wasn’t allowed to say hail Mary…
Everything was so different…
I remember holding hands with the other students and teachers… I remember us screaming… Just screaming without words… Just screams and Groans as prayers to a God who was supposed to know our hearts.
With time I got used to the new religious practices…
I remember me sharing stuff I had learnt at bible studies…
I remember pastor John allowing me to stand behind the pulpit and address the congregation before he delivered his sermon.
Well I was only in the sixth year of my basic education… I was about 10 years old.
Everyone in the school looked so perfect… They all seemed to be right with God…
I knew within my heart that I wasn’t so I tried my best to fit in… I remember looking out for people’s wrongs(just like everyone did)… I remember reporting my findings to the leaders… Well that was the system there. You find “sin” and expose it so we could be right with God.
One Friday night… We had about two weeks to go on Christmas vacation. I remember Christopher(our Guide) sat all of us down to tell us the “true reason” for Christmas.
He told us point blank… “Christmas is a Satanic Festival”
The festival was originally in honor of the sun god.
The Christmas tree was an idol that stood for the evergreen nature of the pine tree…
The holly leaves were a symbol of witchcraft…
So many horrible secrets.
I was confused…
I thought it was all about Jesus and the Three wise men… With gifts… Mary and Joseph…
This wasn’t about them… It was all about me.
This was the one season in the year that my family that was falling apart, would usually pretend to be a one happy family.
This was the day my fantasies became a reality…
The greatest Christmas gift then was that moment all five of us sat together at one table.
I heard testimonies from so many people at the gathering… They were all talking about the moment they came to a realization that it was just another day…
No!!! To me this was a magical day… The day angels walked on earth… The day I had a happy family.
I went home that vacation a totally confused being… I didn’t know what I believed in anymore…
I told my mum about it… She said so many things… I got more confused…
I remember praying to a God who I thought didn’t even hear me… I didn’t know if I was praying to the catholic God or the “Word of Faith” God,I wasn’t even sure if they were the same God… I wasn’t even sure if there was a God… Well if there was one he probably didn’t care about me.
I remember making up my mind…
I remember getting up to go join in the feast… I remember concluding that God didn’t care… He took away our happiness and now the little magical moments we had celebrating a festival in honor of your son, you want to take that away too…
I remember going to sit down behind a plate of rice and chicken…
” Eeiii… See him ooo!!! I thought you said you wouldn’t celebrate Christmas since it’s a satanic festival”
And mum just had to remind me of how broken and confused I was…
I remember weeping…
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I look back at that Christmas…
I look back at that moment in my life, and I realized how far I’ve comeย  spiritually…
I look back and realize how I’ve evolved from religious practices and doctrines.
I quite remember meeting some of my old mates from Word of Faith in Senior High school. I remember telling the guy that my life in the school was all an act.
He told me point blank that I didn’t do anything wrong… While I was battling my own little demons, the boys and girls in my class used to meet up and smooch each other under the cover of darkness.
He told me that certain older students who I used to look up to were seriously addicted to weed and sex… He told me that they used to jump the wall and go to the town to satisfy their addictions.
Religion is dead…
I had to come to a realization that God was bigger and better than any Church…
The church is imperfect… I’m imperfect and that’s why Christ’s blood was shed…
I had realized that true worship is bigger than doctrines and penances and religious practices…
True worship is bigger than singing slow songs and calling them worship and fast once being called praises.
True worship was beyond Music Genres… Even if it meant in audible screams and groans… True worship did not follow a particular pattern… Each experience is new.
True worship is a journey… A life style… Constantly being in commune with the Spirit of God that created you, and allowing that spirit to guide you…
True worship cannot be contained or measured… True worship was impossible.
Well basically we’re nothing like God…
So God in his own will sent his Own, to die for an undeserving species, to attain for all their imperfections so they can come to him freely…
What I’m saying is true worship simply means… If your legs weren’t good enough to serve God, Christ is your new legs… Come…
True worship doesn’t need you to be perfect…. Our perfections are imperfect… True worship needs you to come as you are.
And the only thing that hinders you from this…
Is…
You…
You’ll have to kill yourself just like Christ did… So that he lives in you…
True worship needs you to make great sacrifices for a God that gave his all to have you back…
True worship is love….
And that’s what Christmas is all about…
It doesn’t matter the origins…
Forget the past…
And live in the moment…
The reason for the season is Christ…
So this Christmas… We’re giving Christ to the Masses.

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My Piece/Peace of Mind.

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Yo squad๐Ÿ˜…

Ma fe mo๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

How y’all doing…
Yh yh I know I’ve made a lot of “Hilarious” promises( please I’m not being political ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…) and yh well I would deliver very very soon… (once I finish murdering these papers๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Œ). In the meantime lemme speak my mind smorr๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†.

So this is it…..
(I’m supposed to give some epic speech or something… But char๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)
To be honest I don’t have anything important to say๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ (y’all came here expecting some deep stuff๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ) since you are already here I might as well make the most of this moment. Well the second part of the argument is in the pipeline( that explains whyย  water isn’t flowing in Vandal City๐Ÿค”… Seems like the pipe is choked with my loading post and all the crazy election campaign promises๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚… Back to the matter) and the continuation of The five pillars is also loading ๐Ÿ”ƒ…
After that I’ll take you guys through some of my most epic moments in the year 2016 so that we end the year in Grand style๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰ (so y’all should stay tuned๐Ÿ‘Œ) I will continue to be real and relevant so anytime you squad need honesty I’ll be your chef(truth be told eerrhh… Hmmm I typed an epic piece Last night and I forgot to save it… So I’m trying to recreate my spontaneous foolishness๐Ÿ˜’)
Let’s get serious now…(I beg someone should tie the crazy guy up so that he doesn’t come and mess this one up)
People come December 7th we will be going to the polls to vote…ย  Please Ghana needs peace. We’ve done this before and we can do it again. It doesn’t matter who comes or who goes so far as there is peace we’re gon get positive change.
A few months ago we were hearing a lot of crazy stuff like…
One student one classroom.
One fisherman one sea.
One village one dam.
One Ewe one cat(๐Ÿ˜‹ย  #CatMeatRocks)
Please let’s forget about all these and vote for…
One Ghana one people…
So in the end we could mount the elephants backย  under an Umbrella drinking Kallypo๐Ÿ˜†.
Let’s be objective and act like adults at the polling stations…
And let’s stop spreading propaganda… (the stuff I’ve seen eerrhhh… Bad eeiii๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…)
And let’s try not to instigate violence on social media( Tho Zuckerberg replaced all our guns with water pistols… We’ve still got our bombs knives and cuss words๐Ÿ˜† ).
And please let’s accept the election results when they come out…” Even if it turns out to be a Hilarious Trump like U.S.” (Poetic Birdy.2016…. Whada… Attempted in text citation๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†ย  wait I was supposed to close the bracket after the date)
We need Peace not pieces of Ghana.
I wish all the political parties a successful campaign( truth be told about 85%of Ghanaians will vote for one particular party no matter what… Have been voting for that party since birth and will keep voting for that party saaa… It’s like a default setting๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)
And father Lord please Wake up a mighty sneeze or something like that to help ease the tension during the election period like you did with Ayari-Cough the last time.
Before I leave I have a few things to say…
Erhmm the guy who finished the THEA 217 exam 45 mins after we started… Guy why… Are you a printing press…
Shadout to all the Hillary Clintons from the various halls… You are all role models… GH politicians should be like you.
Shadout to TeeJay…(God please let his hair grow… Nah NPK and 15 15 15 are finished at the department of Agricultural Science.
Big up to Natty Ogli today’s title was inspired by you…
Shadout to all the young artiste who keep producing good stuff no one recognizes… Tho they walk on us like stones today and refuse to listen to us, they’ll surely hear us tomorrow. #GodBlessOurHustle.
Shadout to Josh Infiniti..
Shadout to Gh urban music…
Shadout to the league of Extraordinary bloggers…
Alhaji Spe I see you…
๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ (she knows herself๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†ย  I see you too)
I think that’s about everything…
My name is Dodzi K. Aveh (WhoIsDeydzi) …
CEO of Heartbeat records…
Managing director of Life’s Junkyard…
(in other words I’m the idiot who kept you busy for the last 5minutes๐Ÿ˜†)
We have one Ghana so let’s promote peace so we can enjoy passionate things(like waakye, Keta school boys, Takoradi Market women… That sounds so wrong…) that hold us together as one.
(End the damn thing๐Ÿ˜’)
#Istand4PEACE
PS I no lef yet ooo ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†ย ย  abeg I’m supporting a brother he’s organizing a peace symposium…
I’ll hit you guys up soon…
K!!! bye
๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ
#Exuent

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Suicide

Forgive me if I speak of strange concepts that don’t fit well in the concave lenses of your Myopic mind’s eye. See we’re Convex… We ain’t “All Stars” tho we’re still converse.
Forgive me if my voice touches on keys that open locks we dread… Rastafari? Nope tho I might not conform to the religious principles you grew up knowing as truth…
And if you feel everything I’ve said so far is wrong…” Forgive me for my wrongs I have just begun… Suicide squad”… We all dreading the end running along twisted tips from the dark knight… Rises? He just might slip over you when you least expect it… Bang bang bang!!! Shot… Deadshot in a pool of blood, we don’t miss our Mark, forget Luke John and the Acts of the Apostles creed… we don’t live by that, we’re Assassins…
And tho a bomb might be stuck in the back of my skull that won’t stop me from speaking the truth… I know… I’m crazy… Harley Quinn? Maybe not. I care about much more important things than pudding… And when it’s necessary I just might hammer my words in your conscience… With these three nails, stained with blood.
Life’s messed up, tho you are the captain of your own ship… What you throw away might go back and come hit you in the back of your head… Captain. boomerang? Nahh more of Disney xD for my Xtra Definition I’ll consult Oxford…
And all this might Enchant you … Well it’s all worthless… Vanity, Empty forget everything I said…but…
Call this my butt.
This is where my tale begins…
We’ve scaled the highest mountains and swam the deepest seas in search of truths we refuse to see.
See… Here lies the plain truth… Catch it on the runway show… Before it goes airborne…
We were born of a different race, I ain’t talking black or white, I’m talking long distance… over two thousand years ago… The fastest man alive out run the grave and changed the timeline.
You see there’s nothing I could ever do that could please God… I’m a monument of imperfection… I don’t fit in any box… Don’t fall under any tag… No place on your shelves… You could punch me so hard on your calculators as an equation and all you’ll see is Syntax Error!!!
The word of God is sharper than any double edged blade…
So I picked it up, cut my veins… Stabbed myself in the back… I’m my only Worst Enemy, a tragic hero…
You still don’t get it? For me to live I had to die for him to live in me…
So I ripped apart my very flesh… With this very sharp blade… It’s a stainless steel that washed away my stains and made me new…
Forget Me not… With Roses and Epitaphs… This is my Obituary…
The body will be laid in state…
Solid hard strong foundations…
My message is bigger than pulpits and pastors… Bigger than DJs and Mix tapes…
And if you still feel all of this is wrong… “Forgive me for my wrongs I have just begun…”
We ain’t coming back Alive…
Take your life…
And give it back to him…
It’s a Suicidal Legacy…
Well…
I happen to be the odd card from the Deck…
The Joker…

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Son of the beard

Hi ๐Ÿ™‹ fam,
Okay so this is a new installment to the 5pillars series…
Before the post I have to explain something I should have explained to you guys longest… Why I open brackets and comment on my own stuff while writing it( this is one of the dumbest things ever) well my mind is like a nightmare… So many voices in there all making up my thoughts… I’m like a teacher in there with different versions of me as students (including that guy in the class who keeps passing silly comments) .
And things got out of hand after I watched the Deadpool movie๐Ÿ˜†. I traded my conscience.(you know… Those two little guys in your head… The imp ๐Ÿ‘ฟ and the angel ๐Ÿ˜‡… The cool dude and the Jon guy…) I replaced those comedians with Deadpool. So I have good Deadpool and bad Deadpool… Yhup I’m that awesome…

Son of the Beard
“Quickly folks we are loosing daylight…
Sound rolling…
Camera rolling…
3..
2…
1… Action!!!!”
Yhup this is what my life had been reduced to. I stood on set in costume… As a guard in Ananse in the land of idiots…(yhup I was acting as one of the idiots)
Everyone around teased and called me home support.
Well my dad was directing this movie and as my new nickname implied I was the only support from the home at that moment. I acted as an extra… I did welfare… I was a grip( the technical name for people who carry and help set up equipment on a movie set)… I was with set and props basically anything…
I like to think of my dad as a creative genius. I can easily say he’s the first person to influence my creativity…
He’s a Theatre arts lecturer,script writer,videographer, movie director,movie critic ( these are the things I know about him…๐Ÿ˜… he can be real secretive, I won’t be surprised to find out that he is batman) I see him as an expert on anything creative in relation to performing arts.
Living under this creative genius is one hell of an experience. I don’t think I would have blossomed without his influence.
I remember growing up…
While most of my friends were learning to play football… I spent my after school period watching and partaking in rehearsals at the school of performing arts…
Everyone wanted to use Mr Aveh’s children for productions…
I’ve been in quite a number of plays and student movies…
In JHS when I was going through different artistic phases trying to find my own creative voice … This old man gave me full support…
I remember the pastels and color paints with sable brushes he bought for me when I thought I was going to be an artist. I remember the mallet and chisel set he bought for me when I wanted to try my hands on sculpture…
I can’t forget the xylophone he got me on my fourth birthday…
So when I entered senior high school… When I started spoken word… Everyone had high expectations…(even now in class๐Ÿ™€)
They saw me as Dr Africanus Aveh Junior…
My Dad taught me so many things, both directly and indirectly…
1. Responsibility… We’ve kept all kinds of animals as pets and livestock…countless number of dogs and cats,(we currently have new puppies) over 200 white mice( they just kept reproducing saaaaaaaaa๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† ) about 15 brown hamsters(they were soo cute) goats, sheep, ducks, chickens,pigeons, a giant tortoise, a baby monitor lizard(okay my brother and I kept this one a secret๐Ÿ˜ˆ) snails, two chameleons and an African fresh water turtle.(the turtle is currently with us)
Keeping all these things was a very serious responsibility…(I used to feel like a zoo keeper๐Ÿ˜‰)
2. Hard work pays. Growing up I had a few learning disorders… I learnt how to read in class 2(with mums help) and dad supported with a lot of reading materials…
I remember primary school(I was one real lazy kid๐Ÿ˜…) I used to copy only the questions and leave the instructions… So when I got home and they wanted to assist me with the assignments all they saw was a bunch of misspelled words with no idea of what they were to do with them… And I always gave the cheeky excuse that “ohh they didn’t give us heading๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†) so dad instructed Emefa (My Elder sister) to always come and copy the assignments for me(girl hurry up and get married ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ˜‹… You have suffered in my hands)
I remember when I had difficulty with math in primary school…
I remember those late nights he spent up with me trying to force me to chew multiplication timetables…(I was more interested in the rhythm of the recitation… Two one two.. Two two four… Two four tin tin… Two five tiiin tin…๐Ÿ˜† )
When he saw that wasn’t really working out well he looked for more innovative approaches to my math issues… So he enrolled me in the UCMAS program(erhmm I’ve forgotten what UCMAS stands for ๐Ÿ˜… basically it’s the abacus training thingy)
Dad never forced any of us into a life that wasn’t ours… Nerh. He aloud us to clear and carve out our own creative paths. Nevertheless he was always a pillar of discipline in our lives…(The man can whoop๐Ÿ˜ฑ) I’ve been lashed as punishment with all kinds of objects for different reasons๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† . He has whooped me so bad that if I was a girl my name would have been changed to Whoopie Goldberg๐Ÿ˜. (okay the inner Deadpool in me says this joke is off the hook)
Dad also taught us that our education was very important… I wasn’t always the best student but I’ve had my moments through hard work. I remember my final year in senior high school, to motivate me to learn I was given a first class fully stocked 5star chop box๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‹ and yh anytime I opened the chop box, I used to imagine my dad’s hologram standing by it saying “eerrhh Abi you are going to eat… Eat all and if you like get Fs you will vomit every iota back”.
The man can be really hard on us sometimes but it always turns out to be for our own good.
Another peculiar thing about him is his grey beard(hence today’s title… He has this pure grey goatee that stands out๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† and surprisingly that’s the only part of his whole being with grey colouring๐Ÿ˜†. Like it’s so serious… I have a black and white picture of the whole family and the beard is on fleek๐Ÿ‘Œ…
I’m not a fan of facial hair(not because I don’t have… But my baby face is a very important asset when it comes to hunting๐Ÿ˜) but if I’m asked to make a list of the things I want to inherit from him it will be:
1.(not the beard I got you there didn’t I๐Ÿ˜…) his creativity. He has this perfectionist way of doing things… He believes art is not supposed to be just beautiful but also insightful.
2.(still not just his beard) his management skills. My dad is a bit Stoic in nature( this “Stoic” word again… I’ve been meeting it saaaa in my studies off late… This is probably the worst grammatical construction I have done… I feel insecure calling it a sentence… This Deadpool bracket commenting is getting out of hand… Come to think of it do I open a bracket within a bracket to comment on the bracket that was opened to comment on the already opened bracket that was commenting on the original post…. #IkentTHINKmadness๐Ÿ˜… Back to the post) He is more about the bare necessities of Life(like a Windows phone๐Ÿ˜)
3. His beard(yh finally you’ve got what you wanted)
So before I end this post, there are a few things I have to put out there…
1.My MISweb(where UG students results are displayed…) is my dads browser’s homepage. Each time he opens the internet he sees my results(That’s why I don’t joke with certain things).
2. The best time to ask for permission for anything is when he’s taking his afternoon nap.(study the dialogue below..)
[before going out… Dad is sleeping]
Me: Daddy can I go meet a friend in town?
Him:Hmmmm
[later that evening]
Him: Dodzi where were you?
Me:I went to meet a friend… When I asked you, you said Hmmm๐Ÿ˜†
Dialogue2…
[Dad taking a nap… My kid bro wants to eat ice cream]
Sena: Daddy can I eat Ice cream?
Him:Hmmm…
[later that day…Ice cream Container almost empty]
Him:What happened to the Ice cream?
Me: Daddy Sena said you said we should eat it๐Ÿ˜… (take note of the word “should”)

3. He has been a great dad… Even after the divorce and all those things, he has proven to us that we are his top most priority๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

This is the thing… We’ve been a hell lot of work load to bring up… Despite all the my first copy books he bought I still have a horrible handwriting(I write like an epileptic chicken dancing shoki).
He had time to come for all My “meet the parents” ( a day set aside in my basic school for parents to meet with teachers and go through our exercise books as a means of physically checking on our academic progress… This is by far the most sensible bracket comment… And I just spoilt it didn’t I …) and looked at the trash I was writing๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†.
And finally I want to thank him for all the support he has shown since the day sperm Dodzi won his first and last race… (that race was a matter of life and nonexistence๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†..)
I know you’ve got great expectations for me… I don’t know if I might hit the exact target but char… This is just the beginning…
I will make more headlines than cornrow๐Ÿ˜ฑ(Kiki this your punch just bost my brain)
Please I have to go get my brain back… If I don’t leave now the inner Deadpool will take over and continue the rest of the post…( he’s about taking over)
This is buy far the worst ending ever(I just might borrow everydayGladiator’s catch phrase… Where in the name of Jeffery’s nose is he… Jeff’s nose tho… It’s so big it’s got more views than my blog… He’s going to diss me saaa when he see’s this..) okay that’s enough… Before my inner Deadpool ruins the post…
Winging it!!!!!
#CantStopMeNow

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Word Art

Yo squad ๐Ÿ˜Ž
Thanks for the 1k views…(please those who said I didn’t give them shadout… Please keep reading and sharing the links so that when we hit 2k you get your shadout๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†) so I’m cooking something for you guys ๐Ÿ˜Š (it’s like a buffet of awesomeness๐Ÿ˜‰) in the meantime I give you this press release… I’m doing publicity for TRP…(What at all is wrong with these people… Of all the places to hype your stuff you chose this junkyard๐Ÿ˜†) here it is…(Uugghh so the paste button is refusing to work๐Ÿ˜ž… Screw windows phones ๐Ÿ˜’)

WORD ART
ThroneRoom
Perspective, is proud to inform the general public of the release of its teaser, โ€œWord Artโ€.
Word Art is the first track to be released by the group as a whole. Featuring all five poets (George Owusu, Sean Kwamina Addo-Mensah, Kobby Korankye, Paul Folivi and Philipa Gyamfi), Word Art as the title indicates, has been artistically weaved to make a statement; It certainly possesses an unconventional yet creative and artistic sound. It relays the mindset of this Christian spoken word group, whose philosophy can be best explained by theologian Francis Schaeffer. โ€œChristian art is the expression of the whole life of the whole person who is a Christian. What a Christian portrays in his art is the totality of life.โ€
We speak things from the ThroneRoom Perspective with all Spiritual accuracy without slacking in creativity and ingenuity. Welcome to our world of art!
Word Art can be streamed on https://soundcloud.com/throneroom-perspective/word-art

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THRONEROOM PERSPECTIVE โ€“ FIRST OF ALL

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THRONEROOM PERSPECTIVE โ€“ FIRST OF ALL
ThroneRoom Perspective, is delighted to announce its first official group project, โ€œFirst Of All.โ€
ThroneRoom Perspective is a spoken word group based in the main branch of Action Chapel International that came into existence in 2014. The objective of the group is to create art in the form of poetry that encourages, inspires, and ultimately glorifies God. The group currently has five active members, all of whom feature on the EP.
The EP will consist of 7 tracks; 2 group poems and an individual poem from each member of the group.
A teaser will be released on Sunday on our Soundcloud profile.

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Genesis…

Guys you do awlll๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ

( I left all that space up ๐Ÿ‘† there because I’m speechless…๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)
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To be frank I never expected it…
I didn’t think things will go this far… Thanks for all the support and love โค…
It started out as an avenue for me to publish my nonsense… I remember the very first post… (I had no idea what I was doing๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…)
I never expected anyone to get hooked up on my junk…
Life’s junkyard is just about two months old and we’ve already hit 1k views…(๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ)
Special thanks to everyone who supported this movement from day 1. Elaine who inspired the blog… EverydayGladiator who inspired the first post… Sir black,
Ofosu( for getting himself involved in one of the most epic experiences ever๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…)
Lecrae who might never read this blog(you and I will meet very soon yhโœŒ )
DoTH clique… My 116Gh squad…(stay Unashamed…๐Ÿ˜‡)
Basically everyone…
Sir Joe,Nuella,AlhajiSpe(this boy๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…) Aby, Debbie, Jhay Cole๐Ÿ˜, TeeJay(WNT๐Ÿ™Š), Owjay(char the list long buh how we go do am๐Ÿ˜Ž) 1real Ossay the whole #WhoIsDeydzi fam…
The University of Ghana VandalsโœŒ (thanks for the love)
Zogli(you do all๐Ÿ‘).
I also can’t forget Nora (my colleague at work…) she was determined to open and close my blog as many times as she can, just to increase the stats๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† (crazy girl๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†) ooo and yes my latest friend๐Ÿ˜ (She knows herself ๐Ÿ˜‹) thanks for the mass publicity… We know this could not be possible without your support๐Ÿ‘Œ(hmmm I forgot to ask you whether you are cool with me mentioning your name๐Ÿ™ˆ but I think this whole anonymous thing is dope… anyway your eyes ๐Ÿ‘€ tho…๐Ÿ‘Œ) you a life saverโค( I just might blog about you one of these days๐Ÿ˜)… And not forgetting my family from heartbeat records… Perry, Lordy David,Cables,Mr Tee, Ben,Twist,Larlie… Everyone..
Thanks to all the people from all the different WhatsApp groups I sent the links to, all those people who have been receiving my broadcast messages everyday(Lawyer Ontoyin I see you ๐Ÿ˜Š) Nardia2 point Ohh… Hondred Percent… Mama Mariska… Ozion… Amaze,Akambo(at this point my punctuation is freaken horrible๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ)
The Storymoja fam…
The tears of Lucifer fam…
Nana Aba, Proff Agogba, King Brafi… Everyone who forwarded the link…(Josiah and Obed I see you) all those who read…those who left comments… And those who just clicked on the link and closed the page๐Ÿ˜…
Finally God almighty…
Epitome of creativity…
Father of all things…
Thanks for giving me the gift to right freely like an idiot…
Thanks for sowing and nurturing the seed of opening a literary junkyard in my heart…
Thanks for opening my eyes to the therapy of writing…
Thanks for giving me the courage to be open about my experiences…
Now you are all wondering what the way forward is? Well we’re still keeping it real…
Anything, Everything,Nothing…
I promise to be real and relevant… And not hold back with my writings…
Imma be completely honest with you squad…
Basically we ain’t stopping till this becomes a UGRC(University of Ghana Required Course) yhup I make serious dread๐Ÿ˜Ž
I plan on adding an additional page and I will start a brand new series here…
I’m improving as an author(when it comes to recreating life experiences on paper) well now I want to work on my creative writing skills… So watch out for it. I will be awakening a character we are all familiar with (Kweku Ananse)yhup and I will put him in the 21st century in an intriguing dramatic story, containing elements of Sci-fi and mythology…
So like the title implies…
This is just the beginning…
My Genesis…
#WhoIsDeydzi
#TeamLifesJunkyard
#CantStopMeNow





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To those who made us…

Yo my squad๐Ÿ˜Ž
Hope everyone is good…
Well today no plenty talk, I here with a new pile of rubbish for you to dig in๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† I want to give special thanks to my new friend(she knows her self๐Ÿ˜) thanks for the publicity you are a real life saverโค .( the thing is I want to give you shadout and I don’t know if you will be cool if I mention your name๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)
So this post was inspired by recent events… We’ve started the Senior high school tour, screening the movie “Ananse in the Land of idiots” since the book is a required text for Core English language literature WASSCE paper.
This post is also an addition to the 5pillars series….
(please like joke like joke I seriously need a bag of rice so secret admirers look sharp๐Ÿ‘Œ)
enjoy๐Ÿ˜‹

To those who made us

“Before we start, I want one of our guests to speak to us briefly…
He’s an old student of this school, he was the president of the drama troupe just a year ago, he’s a cast in the movie we are about to watch, a spoken word artiste and radio show host and producer by profession, and a second year student at University of Ghana.
Let’s welcome Dodzi Aveh…”

I stood up blushing all over(๐Ÿ™ˆ)
I walked to the front of the gathering and received the microphone from Mr Afrifa…
“hi ๐Ÿ™‹ everyone…”
I remember the first day I entered Ghanata senior high school…

I had passed my BECE (surprisingly…๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†) I had grade 12
Yet the WAEC CSSPS (Wicked Adults Envying Children with a bright future,Computerized System Susuponning People’s Selections of schools)
Refused to place me in a school.
While all my friends were leaving for school, I was still at home, sipping and cribbing…#StillInnaDhatCrib๐Ÿ˜
One fateful day, my dad just came home and asked me to pack my stuff we were going to school.
(P.S. I’m not being extra dramatic…๐Ÿ˜ this is exactly how it happened.) He refused to tell me anything about the school, the man was going to sell me๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†
So there I sat in the back seat of his wine colored 2003model, Mercedes Benz, in a white long-sleeves cotton shirt with khakhi trousers and brown sandals.
I wasn’t really impressed by the school when I got there, a school that had an Ugly looking gate with no walls, sited at the foot of the Dodowa hills… Well I could work with the hills.
To be frank my senior high school life is one hell of a freaken epic legend… (yhup so lots of crazy stuff happened๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)
I entered as a boy and came out as a man…
But today’s tale is not about me…
Nope I’m just telling the story…
This story takes place at a period where I was almost a man.
Let me sum up what Senior high school was like.
School sucked!!!!!
Why? Well…
1. The seniors were Monsters.
2. The washrooms were horrible(No WCs we were using what I liked to call “Hwii tum”๐Ÿ˜† cos when you “Hwii” you will hear “tum”.)
3. The food was horrible.( I didn’t see the difference between what I ate and what I “Hwii”ed๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†)

4. Atsu was a Chooker.( Chooker… Ghanaian English slang for snitch. Word originates from the word Chook:local synonym for stab… Basically you get the picture)
5. Atsu still Chooks.
6. The teachers were very annoying.
7. Students were highly motivated never to study.
8. The grasses in the school were not compassionate.(whenever I tried weeding the grasses refused to cut… They just stood there laughing at me. It was like…
Me: (slashes at the grass) Die!!!
Grass: (ROTFLMAO) Hwerh ne jon๐Ÿ™Š)
(The school was really horrible)
9. Fred has a big Head.
One Wednesday afternoon, while I was sitting down in my form one class(1a1c), A senior Entered the class… “Dodzi Aveh… You are wanted by Mr Afrifa.”
Initially I was scared… I didn’t know him then…
Mr Afrifa is a thick tall man with a bushy moustache and a kind face.
Surprisingly my dad was his lecturer back in his University days, so he became my guardian in school.
Mr Afrifa was a Literature and English language teacher and also the patron for the drama troupe.
Most people don’t get why I consider a “Teacher” as a role model,well this man was something else. I learnt some very important life lessons under his tutelage.
1. No matter how high you have been raised always be humble.( he’s the most humble person I’ve ever seen… True talk, a visible personification of Humility.)
2.Be good to everyone, those you meet up are the same once you meet when coming down.(I remember how he was different from other teachers who used to select certain students and just hate on them because they were different… I remember the story he always told us about the bully who seriously maltreated him in high school, and ended up being a candidate in an exam he invigilated.)
3. You can be anyone or anything you want once your priorities are right.
4. There’s no such thing as failure, they are just setbacks.

5. Laugh and smile with your enemies… It kills them roff.( I remember how he ignored all the other teachers who used to gossip and fabricate stories about him.)
This man was a real teacher, a life saver.
I remember my second year in Senior high school… There was this Math teacher (all Ghanata students and old students have issues with him)
Let’s call him Stoneboy.
Well Stoneboy will do anything just to get into the headmaster’s good books. This man was fond of making excellent students his pawns and I wasn’t ready to be one of them.
So one day stoneboy approached me and was like “Hei Dodzi!! You can’t waste your life with Mr Afrifa and his drama troupe… You need to quit these useless things and get serious in life, the man you are following has his degree”(I wished I wasn’t so respectful back then…)
He was literally asking me to stop breathing… To do away with the very essence of my being.
I simply told him I couldn’t…
Since then it was world war 3 till I completed…
Stoneboy was always looking for a way to paint me black… Well I kept supplying him with only white paint.(I can really be troublesome ๐Ÿ˜ˆ)
I remember one time he had the impudence to tell me that if I failed in life I shouldn’t blame him.
The truth is out of all the students in the core mathematics class he taught, till date I’m the only one who has entered a tertiary institution because my grades in core mathematics didn’t hold me back, So he can suck on my toe nails for all I care.
This is the thing… Not everyone’s portion in life is what is being taught in class… In fact the Ghanaian educational system is so messed up right from pre-school till The tertiary level. It focuses so much on theorized nonsense that is so abstract and gives little or no room to talents and creativity.
We are training people to go and occupy jobs that don’t exist.
Right from the scratch we are made to believe that our God-given talents are useless and have no place in society. We are taught not to think and discover for ourselves… We only absorb and reproduce nonsense.(like sanitary pads๐Ÿ˜ž) This is why we will still have a high rate of unemployment and an ever swelling association of unemployed graduates ๐ŸŽ“ .
The truth of life is to study around your interest and God-given talents so that you enjoy what you do. Next Identify a problem relating to your area of specialization and solve the problem… That’s all!! Employment that!!! We don’t need the government to create jobs for us.
And when you are working with your gifts and doing what you love, work is cool and actually feels like play… Productivity will also be high(kwerh me too of late I come get head ooo๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ˜Ž)
This is what the teacher should know, every individual has a unique gift or special skill which is a unique potential for greatness… And it’s up to them(the teachers) to harness and nurture it.
And that’s what Mr Afrifa stands for.
It was under his auspices that Ehalakasa organized spoken word,poetry and creativity workshops… And it was out of these workshops I discovered my Art…
Mr Afrifa taught me that it was Okay to dream big…
He taught me that it was okay to be creative in a world that disregards creativity…
He made me know that I was bigger than that form2 boy who couldn’t solve a simple math equation…
He made me realize that you are never too young or old to chase your dreams…
He taught me not to be scared to be different…
Now there I stood… Before a crowd of students… Some of them I had shared bathrooms and dormitories with…
Some of them I had eaten with…
Just a year ago.
Now there I stood in front of them as a hero.
Well the real hero has and will continue to be with them.
Mr Afrifa I salute you for your good work…
People might not get it but I’m just an artwork… The real heroes are those who made us…
( a few shadouts to all the different teachers at the different Stages of life who supported my crazy dreams and ideas and encouraged me in different ways… Mr Gyamwodie,Madam Janet and all the others…)
This is just the beginning…
“My dreams are to write rhymes that defy time…”
#Exuent