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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…. 

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 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.

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Crash-landed…

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

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

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A Throwback Christmas 🎄….

hi 🙋…. Yh I know it’s been a long time 😁

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 😆😆)

so this is supposed to be my great comeback (LOL 😁 oboy dey come figa😆)

since Christmas is approaching I cooked up something for the season…😉

Enjoy…😇

A Throwback Christmas 🎄…

” 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.
••••
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…
•••••
I look back at that Christmas…
I look back at that moment in my life, and I realized how far I’ve come  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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Kenta:We make our own Devils…

Hi 🙋 fam…
I miss you squad😍
First of all I want to thank you guys for the support you’ve showed life’s junkyard… You guys do awll🙌

Today no plenty talks… Enjoy🎈

Kenta : We make our own demons.

Eyes shut tight…
Mind fully concentrated…
My chest moved up and down rhythmically in meditation…
“sing in me holy muse… Devine spirit of creativity, spirit of the living God.
Grant me the grace to flow gracefully like the sacred waters that watered your Devine garden at the dawn of creation.
Dance in me and fill me up…
So that I, in perfect creativity, shall imitate your perfect creation in mimicry…
And through me might you touch the conscience of humanity… As I tell this story, satirizing their flawed society…
So in the end all glory and honor will be yours.
Almighty father…
Amen”

I opened my eyes and looked at the people around…
Well basically this was a theatre arts rehearsal and the prayer I had just ended was my very own innovation.
A Christian adaptation of the Greek practice of invoking the Muses to fill them with creative prowess before any performance.
Well I really needed my muse this time around, so I prayed to God to fill me with his grace.
The play was Tears of Lucifer, written and Directed by Dr Daniel Appiah Agyei.

This play was the most challenging thing I’ve ever done(apart from dancing… It’s like the beat and I just don’t get along😅).
Normally when I’m doing characterization for any role I play, I put Dodzi in the situation and act as I would behave.(easy peasy👌) well this time around I wasn’t given a character that was close to my personality, the director deliberately casted me for something out of the box, so I accepted the challenge. So that I could learn, expand my limits and come out victorious as an improved person.
I was playing the choir master.
The choir master is a unique character in the play. First of all the play talks about hypocrisy in the church. And the choir master is one character that really brings that theme out.
This guy is basically a lazy drunkard…
Ironically the influence of alcohol gives him the ability to freely speak the plain truth on what’s actually happening.
” Sometimes I don’t understand how some people behave in this church, they sing and dance as if they are kissing and embracing Jesus, yet all are outward niceties…
To escape from our own weakness we sit in judgment and condemnation of others…”(in-text citation or something like that is supposed to be here😈 )

Now back to why I am struggling to play this character.
It’s pretty simple.
I’ve never been drunk before….
(Yhup, I’m probably the only vandal who doesn’t drink😅😅)
It’s kinda like a personal thing.
I have this moral code I abide by, it’s kind of like an oath I swore to myself, my super hero code of conduct, my personal covenant.
(lemme quickly sum it up)
1.No drugs (cos no matter how much pounds of weed you smoke 🚬 you can never be higher than the most high God😏)
2.No cheating in exams(not because I’m a shark… But I should be honest with myself to accept my failures, know my weaknesses and know that I’m fully responsible for my success)
3.No Alcohol(well I can really be an idiot at times 😆😆😆 the world will be much more horrible if I were to get drunk 😵)
4. No Sex before marriage(I’m cancelling the “well” it’s getting too much… a whole generation of future leaders have been overthrown before their time, sentenced to death… Execution by condoms and abortion pills🙊)
5. Never let good people go…
6.There’s more to people than first impressions and what they look like.
7. People are not Good or Bad… They’re just people. They act on impulse based on the situation at hand, the available options and their moral constraints….( people are stupidly evil😝)
( back to where I left off…)
Since I have never drunk alcohol I didn’t know what drunk Dodzi will be like, so well yh I had to actually put on a different character.( that’s the reason I was invoking my muse).
Now back to the play… Weeks of rehearsals had taught me something… In the story Kenta the son of Lucifer decides to break camps with his dad and join the Christians. The Christians however reject him because of his horns which identify him as the devil…
Basically this is seen in our churches…
Most of us deem certain people or things as devilish, because of the context in which they appear.( I’ve had folks call my ministry secular cos they saw pictures of me giving a piece in a pub, please precious puritans what’s secular about a Christian ministering a Christian piece anywhere for anyone… God’s gospel isn’t limited by locale or to a particular audience… Alright this is getting a little personal 😉😆)
But basically we forget of our own spiritual horns(pornography, masturbation, sexual immorality, hypocrisy, pride,jealousy… Just name it) we feel grace is like a tag that justifies these deeds and makes them OK so far as we do them in secret and act as if we perfect.
Paul described these things in Hebrews 12 as sins that are clinging to us and refusing to let go…(the comic geeks would love this analogy 😎) Christians are supposed to be like Spiderman…
And call these sins the venom symboite.
Once we have it on we feel good and cool (looking all gee in the black spidey suit) then with time we realize it’s taking over, we realize we were better off without it so we get rid of it. Most of us are rather like Eddy brocks( the guy who became venom in the Spiderman movie,cartoons,stories…) we tend to fall in love with it… We know it’s evil and killing us but we still refuse to give it up,

Sometimes I feel we hold on to these things tighter than they hold on to us.
It’s like we are clinging to this cancer tighter than it clings to us.
And then we have the guts to openly come out and judge someone for what he does or looks like.
We end up making our own devils…
And the truth is(hmmm I fell asleep and when I woke up I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to place here 😅😅)
We make our own devils…
Most of the “secular” musicians who produce the junk that plays on our airways have had experiences with churches and Christians.
It’s simple the talent is calling, these youngsters have to answer it, and they’ve been convinced that the gift God gave them is evil. So in their quest to find their purpose, in their quest for acceptance… They do what they’re good at and do it for folks who accept it.

So basically(I have to stop over using “basically”) we are the ones who created these “devils”… Just like Kenta we rejected them because of what we saw as devilish horns.
So I ask you, who is the greater evil, the devil or the devil’s Devil.
Theatre is the mirror of life…
When I looked in this mirror I hated my reflection, I hate what I’m seeing.
So the play runs from 20th to 23rd October2016, 7pm each night @ the Efua Sutherland Drama Studio, Legon. 5cedis for Students with their ID cards, 10cedis for others.
Come see me act as a drunkard 😉
And yhup I will keep you updated… I will post on the play next week…
After that we should continue with the five pillars, then we will hear from Ofosu again.
Stay blessed…
Don’t do drugs…
Thanks for reading…

PS my bag of rice is empty, I will be grateful if a secret admirer or something will send a bag of rice to commonwealth hall room A37😇

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