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To those who made us…

Yo my squad😎
Hope everyone is good…
Well today no plenty talk, I here with a new pile of rubbish for you to dig in😆😆😆 I want to give special thanks to my new friend(she knows her self😍) thanks for the publicity you are a real life saver❤ .( the thing is I want to give you shadout and I don’t know if you will be cool if I mention your name😆😆😆)
So this post was inspired by recent events… We’ve started the Senior high school tour, screening the movie “Ananse in the Land of idiots” since the book is a required text for Core English language literature WASSCE paper.
This post is also an addition to the 5pillars series….
(please like joke like joke I seriously need a bag of rice so secret admirers look sharp👌)
enjoy😋

To those who made us

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

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

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

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

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

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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









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The Five Pillars

Hey 🙋 Everyone…
Before I start with today’s message I want to show some love to you folks who keep busily rummaging through my junkyard 😆😆😆😆( like what in the name of Waakye are you people looking for here) squad you do all🙌 you have me always ahead of myself.
I’m like…”Char what the blazes is my next post gon be about” 😅 #IkentThinkMadness.
So special thanks to my roommate (he says we should call him Tee Jay)
This guy is a homie🙌🙌🙌
And 1real Ossay (hype manager bako peh👌)
Alhaji_spe ( this guy is an ingenious idiot)
MaFa (I hope I got it write… Anyway I want Mr Woo’s😝😋)
And all you squad who keep reading and commenting.
You guys are Fam❤
#TeamRealRecognizeReal👊
Before I forget, J.Cole thanks for the #DisTin😍 (you weren’t supposed to read that… I won’t approve any comments related to #DisTin)
And yh on Spiritual high(my previous post) that’s an issue I really needed to address.

Now to Today’s Agendum…
Drum roll… (Alhaji_spe drum roll doesn’t mean roll the drum like t-roll😅😅)
The Five pillars…

There are people we all need to look up to.
Well basically (guy I like saying basically ooo. 🤔) these are people I consider role models. People I actually admire and want to be like them in certain ways.
People I see myself in.
People I look up to. These people are folks I really admire and they might not be aware of it but they really shape my personality.
If you are to look at my Ideal self ( Approachers series: Social Studies For Senior high schools. Chapter1 self Identity😆) you should see a fruit salad of these five different personalities. I admire them for several reasons.

1. Gladys Amele De-Tada
2.Dr Africanus Aveh
3. Mr Afrifa Kwakye Agyemang
4. Yibor Kojo Yibor (Sir black)
5.Lecrae Moore

So yeah those are the people noh👌So basically (I’ve said it Again 😞) for you squad to enjoy the #WhoIsDeydzi experience very well I will take each of this folks and prepare an epic post for each person.
And please we will hear from Ofosu soon.
In the meantime those who are in Accra should catch the storyMoja literary festival.
It’s in Ghana for the first time in honor of the late Prof. Kofi Awoonor.
So stay safe…
Don’t do drugs…
Study hard…

And what Kraa can I say again 🤔….

Enjoy this short untitled poem I wrote 👌
“I’m positively charged like a cation…
I speak the truth my words might cut iron…
Low Density…
Mass over volume…
When life is heavy, we put on our headphones 🎧 and turn the volume up…
But not for long…
Low battery 🔋
Just one bar. Call it weight lifting…
You’ve still got to raise it up.”

#Exuent