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Sankofa

hi people… okay yhup, I’d be honest. I haven’t been treating this blog well at all( I haven’t been treating anything well at all). so we turned a year old this month and a lot of great changes are to happen(if I had a genie I’d wish for some few dollars to pimp this place up… come to think of it , do we pimp junkyards??) a lot has been going on in my life lately, I’d share on them soon, but before anything, please enjoy this. what started out as my creative writing assignment on the short story turned out to be the very first written episode of my purely fictional Ghanaian inspired mythological/superhero/fictional multiverse.( I’ve had the idea  for ages… sadly the first 3 episodes are stuck on my windows phone… it is a very sad distin…)wp-image--1207819432

Sankofa

Nsamanpwom held many secrets, he was glad to be out of there.

What had happened to Kumasi? What had happened to the beautiful garden city he had left behind? The seat of government of the powerful Asanteman he had left behind was now scattered with ugly buildings and flashy lights. The people wore such ugly clothes; even the creepy white men who came from across the sea would not wear such rugs. A lot had changed in slightly over three centuries, he had to adapt to his environment quickly so he could complete his mission.

He closed his eyes and looked into hiss “ Luʯ”. He still had a piece of Adinkra, the link to Anansesem. He was surprised that his link to the wisdom of the elders had not been broken despite his time in Nsamanpwom.  He opened his eyes and smiled. “ Nyansapo Denkyem”, the symbols of the crocodile and the knot of wisdom appeared individually in his palms. He raised his hands up and clasped his hands in a fist “agama” the two symbols merged together and landed on his chest. His raffia skirt and fly whisk, rapidly changed into a sleek suit with a walking stick. He suddenly knew every single thing that had happened since he left Asanteman over three centuries ago in search of the key to eternal life. I never expected the world to change so fast, he said to himself. Now to his mission, he had to find his twin brother.

The world as he knew it  had drastically changed.  He was not surprised that Asanteman and parts of the former Dogbo states hand merged with most of the other states to form modern day Ghana.  What surprised him was how fast technology had advanced over 300 years, what would have been pure sorcery in his time was now highly possible with a perfectly logical explanation.  He placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a plastic strip which he wrapped around his wrist. He waved his hand over it and it brightly lit up projecting a 3d image of a half bitten apple. “ Hi my name is Siri, how can I be of assistance?” if he didn’t know better he’d have called the voice from the mobile device magic. How do I get to Konu in the Volta region of Ghana? He asked. Well I can get you a taxi to the Kumasi international airport, from there we pick a flight to Keta airport and then another taxi to your desired destination. He was amazed by how resourceful this virtual voice was. His abilities made him far superior to mortal men, he could easily just materialize at his desired destination, but he was low on energy and needed to catch up with the rest of the world. Great , let’s do it, was his reply to the voice.

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He had not slept in over 300 years, yet he couldn’t close his eyes for more than five minutes. The burden of his mission was so great, he saw visions of what was to come each time his eyes were closed. To distract himself, he turned on the TV to watch world news. There was some mumbo jumbo about America given north Korea an ultimatum with threats of a nuclear world war, while England was not sure  whom was to occupy the English throne. Honestly all these things were Childs play as compared to what was supposed to come. The fabric of reality, time, history and Anansesem were at stake. As much as technology had advanced, human beings had still not the slightest idea on the actual reality of all creation. The creator Mawu Sogbo Lisa, in his own wisdom  knew why he made it so.  Those who were gifted with the sacred duty to protect  this golden truth were the guardians of anansesem.

The plane landed safely.

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He walked along the beach at konu, memories which his twin brother had experienced over 300 years ago on this beach came to his mind. He remembered them like they were his memories.

He remembered how his brother was tricked and tied to a huge granite boulder and thrown into the sea. He remembered how his brother had appeared three days later floating on the back of a crocodile in the sea. He smiled to himself. Tsali had always been the Gbevu of the family, no wonder he had had the courage to challenge their father to an “Amlimatsitsi” duel. His locked hair blew in the sea breeze. He closed his eyes and tried to connect with his brother through the psychic link they had shared since birth.  “Where the hell are you? Gbevu … there is no time for messing around”. He heard a familiar laughter, “ is that really you Tsala?” he opened his eyes to see the annoying face of his twin brother, “it’s been ages since I heard that name… Tsala”.  Tsali looked at his twin brother and replied him in a sarcastic tone, “I’m sorry, do you rather prefer the name that went down in the history books?  Has the great Okomfo Anokye forgotten his real name?”. That’s enough Tsali we’ve got a lot to do, don’t let me kill you.  Tsali interrupted his brother, come one bro, there is enough drama in the world already, for instance, America is about starting a third world war just because their gay president feels North Korea insults his sexuality.

Tsali I understand the world is messed up but, whatever is coming is more dangerous than anything that has ever happened. Anansesem is being threatened. Tsali was shocked at what his twin brother said. They all knew this day would come.  There was only one person in existence who could lead them to battle, he was Kwaku Ananse. Ananse had  resurfaced for the first time in over 100000 years about 20 years ago. He had disappeared  about 5 years later. No one knew where he was.

Tsali saw the seriousness on Tsala’s face, he knew exactly what they had to do. “ Alright I’d go with you to find that old spider… before we leave I just have one question? Did you ever find the key to eternal life?” Tsala looked at his brother with a smirk, “ well the golden ankh had already finished his mission before I met him… the golden ankh was the Christ who was crucified on a cross. Now let’s get out of here”.

“Sankofa”, the symbol of the mythical bird with the very egg which it had hatched from and would lay appeared before them. The bird gently placed its egg on its back, it gently pushed its beak through the shell of the egg, its beak was followed by its head then neck until the whole thing went through and begun to spin violently, creating a portal. Tsali smiled and turned to his brother, “ well let’s go, ohh and we’d have to be very patient when we meet Ananse, he’s not quite the Ananse we expect him to be.” Tsala looked at his brother with uncertainty on his face, “where exactly are we going?”

Tsali laughed, “not where… when. We are going to 2017, the year Ananse resurfaced.”

 

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A #ChaleWoteDistin… Culture, art,  religion… Strictly my opinions… 

Hey everyone,  it has been a long long while…  Too long😁😁😁 Yh I know I’m brown and I’ve promised a lot of stuff,  they’d all come in due time.  This post is very very unplanned( I’m just coming to flow my mind and sleep💤😪) Im actually typing from the convenience  of my toilet seat…

Okay…  So basically I’ve been seeing a lot of posts on the Chale wote festival.  A few of them got my attention, the authors spoke on the festival from a Christian religious  perspective. Yhup, I’ve seen write ups literally condeming Christians who attend the festival.  And I say a big nonsense  to that… (I’m in my house, if you like come and beat me😂😂😂) 

As to why some folks might say this is pretty simple.  Over the years the themes to the chale wote festival have not been christian. Last year was spirit robot, this year is wata mata(wata Mata happens to be a local goddess of creativity of some sort), it is evident that these themes are related to spiritism. 

The issue Is plain simple, you don’t just pick up some verses that suit your perception and interpret them to suit your distin…

When Jesus charged us with the great commission he sent us into the world to go and engage culture.  Now over the years I’ve developed a strong faith in Jesus Christ and I’d faithfully  stand up anywhere anytime and proclaim Romans1:16. Aside this I’ve completely lost my religion as I found God.  I’ve learnt to take of my religious, social, cultural, political and personal lenses from time to time, and see the world as it is.  This is what certain scholars describe as a biblical world view.  Seeing the world through God’s eyes, not as good and evil. The truth is everything we see was all initially part of the perfect creation of the one true God of the universe. The Bible says for all things (including chale wote 😂😂😂😂) were created by God, for God and through God.  

I’m not saying it is perfect and all that,  naahhh.  Everything was created by God, to be perfect and It is man’s sinful nature that destroyed them.  Now the thing is this.  Every single immoral act we condemn is actually a corrupted version of a beautiful creation of God.  And our goal is to understand the culture and change it not condemn it.  Now I would want to give some biblical examples of people who actually showed a biblical world view and engaged the culture and did not condemn it. 

Jesus Christ 

Christ himself is my first example. Now,  Jesus was Jewish by birth.  He grew up under Jewish laws and customs.  My example is taken from his encounter with the mad man at Gerasene(Im currently writing an album and I used this piece of scripture for a case study… Dope tinz😂😂)

So everything was culturally off about Jesus in this passage. He was ministering in a gentile community where they were heading  a herd of swine(over 200 pigs…  A galaxy of domedo😂😂😂😂😂). Jesus then interacted with a man who had been living among the tombs. Now according to Jewish religious laws which Mosses received  on Mount Sinnai everything Jesus was doing was unclean.  But the fact is that God was working something good. 

Daniel 

Daniel was an old testament prophet who served in Nebuchadnezzars government. He did not refuse to serve in Nebuchadnezzars government. Because it wasn’t Jewish. He availed himself and God used him mightily. 

Ezra and Nehemiah 

These men had all served Deligently in the palaces of foreign rulers before they came back to rebuild the walls and the temple respectively.  In the end the foreign kings ended up sponsoring their course. 

Paul

Paul is the man who is famous for spreading the gospel to the gentiles.  Now something struck me about Paul a while back while I read through the book of acts.  Paul was in a gentile city and was brought before a council of thinkers to explain the teachings of Jesus. He started by making reference to an altar dedicated to an unknown god,  and described the God of the Universe as an unknown God.  

All the nonsense  I’m trying to say is this…  God has called us to be salt and light… And it is a serious distin…  We can’t decide that since something appears so dark we should not shine our light there,  that’s a very coward(goatward,pigward, emergency ward okay now I’m blowing😅😅😅last one maternity ward😂😂😂😭😭) thing to do. This an eternity distin. (eternity rhymes with maternity😂😂😂). As a follower of Christ and an artiste, I used to think my purpose was to stay active with my talent in the church…  Well I’ve been sidelined several times by a lot of Christian factions, because of what I look like,  because I don’t have the hype( I don’t  hunderstaaaaand😱😱) because of my genre,  some have referred to my art which was inspired by my maker, as evil machinations all just because they don’t associate with the genres I choose to express myself with(can you himaaaagine😨). 

After taking off my earthly lenses I’ve begun to see the church as bigger than a building, bigger than a faction of people,  the church refers to that universal body of people past, present, future, globally who are united together through the believe in Jesus Christ as the risen son of God.  We are all different branches of the same vine( one day we’d all hold hands and say I am Grooth😂😂😂😂 chale that long time I’ve finally watched Guardians of the galaxy 2)I  realized that I could go anywhere I want with my art and still make a difference. Whether I was standing under a steeple behind a pulpit or on the streets of Jamestown spitting bars in an open mic,  I’m still Fulfilling my purpose, and Imma keep my game so tight and keep grindin my distin to glorify my maker. One of the places that really accepted me is the Ehalakasa art community which is obviously not Christian.  But the number of Christian dudes who pass through  is sick.  I’ve learnt a lot from most of my brothers there,  Faiba, Hondred, Jewel, Amaze. Ehalakasa is why I’d keep going to chale wote every year.  Hopefully one of the passerbys who happened  to hear me spit some dope punchline like “Christ died on a cross so my Soul, he would console like an xbox360, because of 1st Thessalonians 5:17 I’m now operating  a pray station… ” would prolly go home with that on his heart,  despite all the chalet wote distin.

I’ve come to realize one thing, where two or more are gathered in His name he is there… I’m talking of The God who heard the cries of Jonah from within the belly of the whale, the God who joined Shadrack Meshack and Abednego in the fiery furnace to dab!!!!  I’m talking  of the God who covered Pharaoh’s army and told Him to sit down,  be humble. Life is like a jolly boat ride,  sometimes things get real(Madrid) and then we’d see the sea roll(C. Ro) but our God is like a Barcelona coach,  he’d always show us Mercy(Messi).

Last year I watched young people grab a mic to spit bars at an open mic, and instead of the usual popular garbage, we had people talking about real stuff,  we had Li and Jewel King spit some Christian vibes, we had Amaze talk about relationships,  we had people  speaking  on social issues and this is basically a step in the right direction.  This year I grabbed the mic and performed the exact pieces I’d perform before a church congregation anytime,  and I trust that the spirit of God ministered to somebody’s soul someway somehow.  This year I met a group of young Christian women by name Rubies by virtue.  These Christian women had set up a snack bar to raise money they use for their charity events…

Someway somehow we would change the culture, And we can’t do that by neglecting our culture.  I don’t believe In Christianity being a foreign religion,  I’ve come to realize that Christianity isn’tabout being religious and neither is it foreign. According to history,  the son of God walked on African and Eastern soil and was not just a western construct.  Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth… 

Sit Down!!!! Be Humble…  A very humble distin…. 

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The ladder

 

The crowd was on fire!!!  We stood on the stage of the National Theatre, with the stage lights shinning so bright, but not as bright as the smiles on our faces…  We were darn proud of ourselves. I looked before me and there stood a standing crowd on fire with cheers and applause, oblivious of the hustle we had gone through to give them the performance they had enjoyed… In the background played the famous viral song “the ladder” which had sparked a very crazy internet challenge. IMG-20170711-WA0019[1]

I used to think of this song as a very silly song…  Well that’s what it appeared as, well on the other hand the silliest things had become very important to me over the last 72hours…

As one of us addressed the crowd, the question came up, why title a comedy play “the ladder”. This particular question had been asked by most of us over and over again. At that moment…  In that brief time lapse the words of this silly song meant so much to me then they had ever meant. _MG_8517

My whole life flashed before my eyes (well not my whole life…  A few flashbacks in relation to the production). I had an epiphany.

If you had told me about 10 years ago that I would be performing on the same stage with the very guys I watched on stage I’d have taking you to be a Kumasi prophet. I wondered, what ladder had I magically climbed to get to this level.IMG-20170711-WA0020[1]

Sometimes in life unexpected miracles happen to push us to certain heights without our knowledge…

And this particular production was a testimony.  Everyone knew we had some unexpected legal issues regarding our much advertised play “National Science and maths quiz “.  We had to pull down our ads and retrieve and replace all the sold “national science and maths quiz” tickets with “the ladder” tickets.

The play “the ladder” was put together on the morning of the performance. In other words all our weeks of rehearsals and preparations had been flashed down the toilet…  And all we were left with was an empty water closet and an audience waiting for a splendid performance._MG_8595

Someway somehow we miraculously found a ladder which we used to climb out of the crap hole we had slipped into…  It then hit me again, life is like the board game of snakes and ladders. You are bound to get bitten but you’ve always got to climb a ladder.

The Nyansapo family can bear with me that this was a real struggle. From the sound that refuses to mess up only when the audience are absent…  To all the plenty backstage mishaps.  We had crew members passing out and performers sustaining injuries, and our audience remained oblivious seeing these accidents as choreographed stunts.IMG-20170711-WA0021[1]

We successfully sailed through two solid performances…

To answer your question, “why title a stage comedy the ladder?”  It’s the same reason why the lyrics to a 7minutes viral song are

“Ladder ladder ladder ladder ladder…

Our lord Jesus is a ladder…

Ladder follow…

Follow the ladder to heaven… “_MG_8383

 

Life is a game of snakes and ladders… You are bound to get bitten…

We saw a ladder we followed it we followed it…

We followed it…  Seeing you guys clapping massively was heaven to us.

So the next time you think of the ladder challenge, remember that the challenge is in your zeal to keep climbing after the bites…

“Brother follow…  Follow the ladder to heaven… ”

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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”

Posted in life experiences

Where is your Boyfriend?😂😂

Hey FAM 😎 yes yes yes I know I’m very brown but a lot has happened (like a lot😂😂) well I’ll brief you guys on everything… And those expecting the corpus Christi continuation don’t worry it’s still cooking. In the meantime exams are around the corner so this is prolly my last post till the end of the sem. Now this is an exaggerated true story…(just like two balls of Kenkey😂😂😂😂) 



I was extremely fagged out… Well it wasn’t an easy job walking all the way to diaspora and walking back to vandal city.  The most annoying thing was that, I had gone purposefully to discuss business and my business associate’s roommate stood at the door and was like ” Oohh she has a visitor so could you come back later”. (Negress😒 if she wasn’t expecting me would I be there?) Well when I finally entered she didn’t even offer me a seat, so I just stood there, she kept laughing… Like it was stand up comedy(no pun intended) till the end of the meeting.

With the little strength left I managed to climb up to A upper.I could picture my bed all laid like I had left it… With the pillow and bed sheet staring at me saying  “baby… You know how bad you want me… Come get me!!” . right before reaching my room I realised something was seriously off… “Wait is that gospel music coming from Joseph’s room?” Even in my state of fatigue my system still sensed something off was going on. Before I left I met Joseph all shadad and hyped for a drink up… And knowing Joseph the way I knew him this was going to be a night of “tipsiness” and mild ecstasy. The guy was poised for extreme grinding and was most likely to return with a 3rd degree case of blue balls. But here he was about 2 hours later well settled in his room listening to Twi gospel.

I forgot about my lust for my bed and decided to probe a little. Well I entered Joseph’s room and the squad were all there. What surprised me was that, Tonight(we all call him that because his complexion is as dark as the darkest night… But he still ain’t batman…no pun intended) was seriously laughing his blackness of.

I was like “Charley The drink up noh how e go?”. Tonight looked me in the eye and replied with a sly look, “Charley … Deebee drink up ooohh… No show Kraa” I looked at Joseph sarcastically, “ah Joe what do you?”

Well that was how Joe begun his tale(switching to the Joseph perspective😝)

Well like we had told you earlier, we were going for a drink up at Pent, it was Mabena’s birthday.  Dey as you know this girl bost my brains all. I’m tired of perching on so many trees… It is high time I settled with her. So this drinkup was supposed to be the last phase of the movement.  We got there quite early, and just like Tonight said, everyone was busily sitting down using their phones. No grinding… Not even dancing. So Tonight and I just kept our cool. I spoke with Mabena and well things seemed to be going according to plan. So I still stayed cool.

The party kept progressing on a dull note. Soon it was time to cut the cake, after the popular part of the birthday song we’re all very familiar with a not so new line came in right before the cake was cut. “Where is your boyfriend… Where is your boyfriend…🎵🎶🎵🎶 where is your boyfriend…” The crowd kept chanting this line. I felt a chill crawl down my spine… Mabena gently giggled… My heartbeat rapidly increased… Then it rapidly dropped… It begun to skip a few beats… I felt a churning in my stomach… I looked up and saw her looking in my direction. She smiled. I saw her gently raise her hand pointing in my direction… I smiled… This was it. I slowly got up and adjusted my cover shirt and collar. I was about to move forward to receive my queen… Just then a voice came from behind me, “excuse me please”. I shifted to give him way. He walked up to Mabena, and was received with a tight embrace. I stood there in shock… I watched my whole life fall to the ground,shattering to pieces like an empty glass. I felt like Arsenal in the EPL. I felt like Medikal at the VGMAs, I felt the pain in my capillaries and arteries. Next thing I realised I was here on my bed.

(Switching back to the Deydzi perspective😎)

Damn!!!! I couldn’t help laughing…. Herhh… Licking Paaa nie… I looked at the pitiable creature left of Joseph. “So Charley what’s up with the twi gospel”  Tonight replied for him “Charley God’s love never fails😂😂

Well Joseph followed me to church on Sunday.



Posted in spuntaneous fiction

Corpus Christi:Chapter 2

Corpus Christi:Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Dawn Awakening…
I knelt down in the middle of a long dark hall… My hands and feet were firmly bound with heavy shackles… The shackles scorched my flesh, it was as if they were trying to melt through my limbs… The glow of my Phòs was almost out.
I looked up towards the other end of the Throne room… A dark figure stared back at me… ” Welcome back home my son.”
I spat with disgust on the floor…
He begun to Laugh…
“I have a proposal for you… Let’s discuss it over a feast… ”
I completely ignored him like he didn’t exist…
“I see you are no longer interested in small talks, so let’s go straight to the point. I’ve seen you in battle… You are a magnificent beast…
What if I told you I could make you more powerful, what if I made you a monster… No a god… You wouldn’t need to rely on that wretched lantern in your chest for power anymore… You will be power personified…”
I looked at the flickering glow in my chest… My Phòs was dying out…
I raised my head and looked at him…
“You expect me to believe anything that comes out of your mouth…”
“Trust me… Bow before me… Join my camp… And I will give you a third of my kingdom when the war is over…”
I looked at him with disgust… “Never!!!! I pledge Allegiance to my King…”
He stood up in rage… ” I’m the ruler of all the realms… Anyone who stands against me is completely doomed…”
I stumbled up to my feet… I spoke back at him…  “I believe in the King of Zion… The Lamb in the Lion, the prince of Peace, the Negus Negasti…
I believe the King is coming back to take his kingdom”

” Blasphemy!!! “The dragon was boiling with rage…” No one leaves here alive…”
I looked at him and replied… “The King left here victorious…”
He rushed towards me and raised me high in the air by my neck… ” I could just end your life right now…”
I looked in his fiery eyes with a slight smile… ” The King says touch not my anointed.”
He raised his hands and conjured a red fireball…
“You imbecile… Have you forgotten you were once my slave… You belong to me… You are not pure or holy like them… You are as perverted as I am… That is your nature… Embrace it and reach your full potential.”
I looked in his eyes and replied… The old has passed away…  “I’m now a new creation.”
he burst out laughing loudly…  “Seriously… You actually believe that crap… So tell me… Why is the glow in your chest fading away?”
“You still don’t get it… The darkest hour is right before dawn…”
The dragon was fuming all over now…
“Enough of this nonsense… Have you forgotten you were once my slave… What makes you think you are better now… You wretched thing… Remember when you used to pray for the scraps that fell of my table… Remember when you used to crave for the sewage from my palace…”
I gave the dragon a sly smile…
“He told me you will remind me of my past… But don’t forget your future is worse off… The King will have your head when He returns…”
“Silence!!!! I command you to Shut up!!!!”
“I’m dead to you… You have no dominion over me…”
I felt the burning sensation within me again…
I looked down at my Phòs, The Glow was getting stronger…
The dragon noticed it…
I saw the fear in his eyes…
Exousia…
The was an explosion of Pure light energy from my Phòs.
The beam hit the dragon… Consuming his dark figure in pure light plunging him into his throne…
I noticed over 20 Fully armed deathstrikers emerging from different corners of the room.
My Uniform was almost done regenerating… A smile spread across my face as two flaming swords formed in my hands…
Meheran….
I was darting so fast… Slashing through the enemy, reducing them to pulp.
All of them were dead before they realized I had moved.
I charged towards the dragon and plunged both swords in his belly pinning him to his blasphemous throne.
He let out an Eerie shriek…
I pushed the blades deeper…
With thick steaming greenish blood oozing out of his mouth… He looked miserable… ” I hope you know that you can’t kill me?”
I withdrew my blades… “The king would have your head soon”
I turned around upon hearing a loud banging sound on the other side of the Doors to this grand hall…
There should be over 100 of them behind the door…
I gently walked towards it….
I felt the burning sensation within my being again…
The huge doors burst open…
The enemy poured into the room in their numbers…
Taqeph…
I burned my way through the rowdy mass like a spark burning through gunpowder….
Exousia…
A flaming lion Pounced out of My Phòs and began roasting the enemies who kept pouring into the room…
I darted towards the left side of the room.
Channeling all the energies flowing within my being into my fist… I charged towards the wall and hit it with everything I had.
The huge stone walls tumbled down. I jumped outside plunging into open space…
Plunging down at an accelerating speed… Head first…
Arms by my side… A smile spread across my face as the wind rapidly clashed with my body. I could feel the heat of my Phòs getting stronger…
Kanaph….
They were magnificent!!!!
Two huge White Wings, formed out of my shoulder blades…
They opened up and gently broke my fall…
With just one huge flap, I flew across the sky at lightening speed.

I was going back to my Home Zion….
Tchattt!!!
I looked down and saw the tail of an arrow projecting out of my chest…
The pain was like a ripple moving through my whole body…
I was rapidly loosing blood…
I began feeling very weak…
The wings faded away…
I began falling from the sky rapidly ….
I tried pulling the arrow out, but I didn’t have enough strength…
All I could see was total darkness….
To be continued…

Posted in spuntaneous fiction

Corpus Christi:Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Armageddon

The plane flew over the battle ground… We stood alert ready to dive down into the heated battle ragging all around us…
“Today we fight for our King!!!!!”
The voice of the captain of the royal Guard echoed through the rank and file of soldiers aboard the thousands of carrier planes that flew over the enemy lines…
“Today we fight for what we believe in… Today we take back what the enemy stole from us…
Today we claim our lost kingdom from the enemy… And when the King returns we shall all be rewarded and reunited with him…

Today we sacrifice our lives for a King who gave his very life up to save us…
Today the Dragon falls…
We might lose our lives, but this sacrifice is not going to be in vain…
We fight with all our might…
We fight for Zion!!!”
With those words of encouragement I pulled the hood of my uniform over my head and pulled up my mask to cover my face …
Like all the other Knight Templars I sprinted out of the plane into the open battle space…
All I felt was rage…
Hands by my side,Darting so fast like a speeding bullet , through the grossing battle raging all around me, gathering momentum as the wind blew against my dropping body…
I suddenly opened my arms and let out the long retractable hooked chains that were attached to my uniform… In mid air I  Launched them at my target… My hooks firmly locked unto  an enemy air pod.
Mehran….
Before he realized it my twin swords were moving divergently from the center of his chest, scattering him into very tiny pieces… I backfliped of the crashing vehicle and dropped a few hundred feet below… Landing in the ruins on the edge of Babylon…
Today the Dragon was going to fall…
I landed with a heavy tud in a crouching position.
I raised my head and saw a group of Deathstrikers gathering around me I stood up and slowly withdrew my twin blades…
Meheran
Bits and pieces of flesh and blood were flying all over the place as the enemy fell beneath my might…
I sped through the battle field reducing anyone who dared contend against me to minced meat… I was unstoppable…
I sped through the battlefield…
I could feel the burning sensation in my chest flowing through my whole being, converging in my blades and moving back into my being with a maximized inertia, flowing down my spine… I was about to explode.
A smile spread across my face…
Taqeph
My blades turned to rods of pure fire and I was nothing but a speeding fire ball raging through the battlefield reducing everything in my path to ashes…
The voice of the captain of the royal guard echoed in my mind through the telepathic com link.
“Fall back the raid is over…”
I looked before me and just a few yards away was a fallen Knight Struggling with a Leviathan…
I charged towards the beast… Ignoring the captain’s repetitive order to fall back…
Exousia
Part of my flame projected before me morphing into the form of a lion, the symbol of our King.
Charging towards the beast, preceded by my flaming lion. The fallen soldier looked at me shook his head and shouted… For Zion!!! Pufff… All I saw was a puff of smoke…
Noooo… I stopped in my tracks… Fell to my knees and rubbed my hands in the dust…
I could have saved him…
tud!!!! I blacked out with a heavy blow to the back of my head…
Images of the battle flashed through my mind…
I opened my eyes and my being was flooded with darkness and a horrible stench…
I looked around and all I saw was total darkness…
I was bound firmly… My four limbs were gradually being pulled apart…
I looked down at my chest…
The glow of my Phòs was flickering.
Nooo… The King is coming back for me…
My whole life flashed before my eyes… I remembered my life before the order… I remembered when I was a slave to the Dragon and his dark regime… We spent the whole day in the mines, we were tortured for pleasure at night. I remembered the day we got saved… I remembered It like It was only yesterday… The Knights of light raided our work site in a holy crusade…
I remembered the Knight slashing my chains and telling me I was free…
I never believed it was possible… The dark regime was all I ever knew…    We were born slaves to the dragon. We knew nothing else.
He looked me in the eyes and told me The King died so that all who believed could be set free… The King will return soon… When he does he shall reward his faithful servants… Do you believe?
The only reward I wanted was freedom… I raised my head and looked into his eyes and said… I believe…
instantaneously I fell to the ground in pain… I couldn’t move… It was like an earthquake within my bones… I felt the darkness leave me… I felt the cold fade out of my bones… I felt a spark of fire burning within my chest…
I looked down at it and there it was my very own Phòs… I could feel the power…
I was just 13 years old when the order became my new home.
My thoughts were interrupted by the presence of a Deathstriker…
“The dragon wants to see you…”
To be continued…

Note from the Author:
Hi guys… I hope you enjoyed this story… Lemme know what you think or expect. To be frank this wasn’t planned at all. I spent last night sitting out alone soaking real music from honest artistes…
The intention was to just write anything, and viola this was born.
I might continue it but I don’t know how far I will continue it( yh den things some) anyway you might see some strange words… They’re either Hebrew or Greek and are used in the story to represent abstract concepts. It will take a few paragraphs to explain each of them but I feel it’s best I leave your mind to run wild.
Like I said this is a creative writing experiment…
Yours Sincerely,WhoIsDeydzi…

Posted in On poetry, spokenword

Misconceptions:The Story.

Hi there…
It’s been a while, I hope everyone is great… Well I’ve been awfully busy off late. School just resumed and Level 200 second semester is something else…( charley just one week ooo… Hmmm, I miss my childhood 😆😆😆😆.)
Aside books there’s a ton of projects packed for the semester.
By the grace of God I’ve successfully  released my debut spoken word project. (I’ve been blogging about this for a while now.)
These aren’t my first writings… Nooo,😆😆😆  this is my first professionally recorded compilation.(it’s like I’m a parent and they’re my new babies)
Anyway… Today I don’t have anything to say. The plan was to come and talk about nothing with the hopes of speaking on something and then conclude the post with the link to my Audiomack page for the audios.(P.S. If you don’t want me to waste anymore time from your lives just skip to the end of the post and click on the link😆😆😆  if you continue to read, you read at your own risk😅😅)
So here we go…. The talk on nothing.
I happen to know 10 very inquisitive people, if you are still reading this then you are 15 of them😏.
Remember Curiosity killed the cat, well I was there when it happened. Curiosity happens to be my Cousin, you see we are Ewes, so after he killed the cat Akpene made the palmsoup😆😆😆…
OK let’s get a little serious, I will be writing 4 short stories inspired by Misconceptions. Expect them very soon…
Before I leave, February is seen as two things… Black history month and month of love. Am I the only one who sees the connection??

This is the link to Misconceptions the trilogy…EP link: https://m.audiomack.com/album/heartbeat-records/misconceptions-the-trilogy
Please download and let me know what you think… Contact me through email. deydzi@outlook.com…
Yours(I don’t know what exactly to put here 😆😆…uhuuhhh… Annoyingly,)
WhoIsDeydzi.

Posted in Uncategorized

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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