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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.

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Can’t Stop Me Now…

Hi 🙋 fam
What’s good?
At long last this week’s post is in🙌💃
(Vandal Zogli will be like “waaa see Deydzi 😎 has started his epic prologues again”. Bro thanks for the love and good luck with your campaign…) now squad this piece is an addition to the 5pillars series… It tackles my relationship with hip hop. I must be honest with you guys… I was in tears as I wrote this piece😭😭😭 I had to dig into my past and awaken memories from my most painful moments…
Enjoy…🙌

Can’t Stop Me Now…
You would see me laughing in class, and you will see me smiling all over.
You will see me hurriedly raise up my hand to answer questions and you will see me crack jokes and all those stuff.
Honestly speaking, it was all just an act. Real life was horrible.
I couldn’t remember a time when mum and dad never fought…
I was used to all their disagreements and quarrels, it seemed so normal now, I had grown used to it… But I couldn’t deny the fact that I was really hurting.
The whole picture of a family gathering around a dining table and sitting down to share their daily experiences over a meal, seemed like so much to ask. My little heart and mind knew something was wrong.
We were all hurting…
Mum and dad had just got a divorce…
Someway somehow I don’t know why, but I thought it was my fault…
I felt there was something I could have done which I didn’t do because I was so scared that I would have been shuted up.
We were all victimized…
Every one of us… We were all looking for avenues to Chanel all the pain into as positive energy…
Dad focused a lot on work… So as to do anything within his power to provide physically for his children. (I applaud him for that 👏👏👏)
Mum focused on bringing us up with good morals… She made herself a Christian pillar of God in our lives… She taught us to love and hope and pray even in the midst of our troubles.( thanks mum🙏)
Senanu was so young then, he seemed oblivious to everything happening…(I envied him)
Emefa found EYO(Excellent Youth Outreach) they became her new family(at least they weren’t divorced) and on countless occasions she picked them over us.( you can’t blame her for doing that)
I was seriously messed up…
I knew there was a God but I believed he hated me.
Mum used to Say the family that prays together stays together… Well what happened to all our prayers… How could he let this happen to me, I was only 13.
I concluded that life was horrible and Nobody cared about happiness… All I wanted was a happy childhood… No I deserved it.
So I tried my best to make people laugh… I felt that someday someone will also make me laugh… Or at least smile… It took me a longtime to realize that people were selfish and didn’t care at all.
Living for their approval was empty…
I had a friend named Seraphin…
We were both young Christians(well I was raised with Christian doctrines…)
We were speaking about how people thought our religion was boring cos of all the slow worship songs and stuff like that. I remember he gave me a new song… He said it’s Christian rap.
That night as usual I sat on my bed at home brooding over my pitiful little life… Contemplating suicide…
And as usual in a bid to runaway from my pain I decided to listen to 🎶 music…
The song had a catchy beat… And the chorus was just like all the other gospel songs… So superficial… Praising a God who for all I knew didn’t really care about me. All I was hearing was “God is enough…”
You think? To me I didn’t really care.
The verse 1 came and hit me right in my center…
“you know you are sick of looking,
Uhuh you’re sick of chasing,
I think you know what’s wrong,
You just don’t wanna face it,
Your life’s empty…
Tho you having fun,
You never satisfied…
You never get enough…
…You’re chasing nothing all the way into the grave…”
This was a guy who knew the world was horrible, he knew that life was painful… I felt “God is enough was written just for me…
I fell in love with his music…
I had that song on replay for years…
I wanted more…
I was like a baby bird and he was my mother… I was waiting for anything he released so I could consume it…
That was how I met Lecrae Moore.
I read about him on Wikipedia… I realized he was just like me…
I liked and meditated on any post he made on Facebook… He taught me to believe in God again… He taught me to believe in myself again… He was the light that led me out of the dark room of self pity I found myself in.
I connected with hip hop so freely…
Maybe it was because we were so alike… Hip hop and I had both lost our African identity(I can’t speak my own local dialect) and we were trying to find our voice..
Lecrae is one of the best things that happened to me.
Every word he uttered meant a lot to me…
I cried the first time I heard ” Just like you”
I fell in love with “Background” and “boasting”
Lecrae taught me that it was okay to be different…
He taught me to be me…
He showed me to a family that accepted me…
He made me realize that the were so many people like me… Outcasts… Anomalies…
Every Album or song he made taught me a new biblical principle…
I learnt to value people from his music…
I learnt to be me(cos no one can do that better than me 😋)
I learnt to be Unashamed…
I learnt to be Unashamed of what I stood for…
Unashamed of God…
Unashamed of my pain…
Unashamed of my Art…
Unashamed of my struggles…
Unashamed of the tears I shed as I write this post…
Unashamed of what made me me.
I had met a man who wasn’t scared to be different…
For the first time I met a Christian who was unashamed to admit he was imperfect, I met someone who admitted he was severely broken and needed fixing…
I met someone who didn’t care about what I did or what I looked like… All he wanted was for me to know the God who heals every hurt.
I met a man who wasn’t judgmental in his music… He made real music…
Music that fed my broken soul…
The beauty of all this is he is probably unaware of my existence… I’m just a number among the thousands of fans who like his posts on instagram…

I have been influenced by other artiste (KB, Trip Lee, J Monty, NF, Tedashi,Bizzle, Propaganda, Gemstones, Akapela De burner) but Lecrae remains my first love ❤
He taught me that labels and categories don’t define me…
I was designed to stand out, so I don’t need to waste my time trying to fit into a stereotypical society that refuses to accept us.
I’m proud to be part of the Romans1:16 family.
In the beginning we had to be unashamed in the midst of a fallen world… Now we are learning to be unashamed in a religious world…
Religion is DEAD…
But Jesus rose from the grave…
And cares about my pain.
If I ever get the chance to speak with him personally, I might break down in front of him and say “Thank you for everything… GOD BLESS YOU..”
My name is Dodzi Korsi Aveh…
I call myself WhoIsDeydzi because I don’t know who I actually am…
But one thing I know is…
I’m Unashamed of my weaknesses…
I’m Unashamed to admit I’m imperfect and Not always right…
I’m Unashamed to be different…
And this is just the beginning…
I’m on fire…
#CantStopMeNow