LOGOS (Logo centric)

I know you’ve never paused to give this thought… That doesn’t make the two of us, I’m sorry
Like once upon a time, apes today speak well pronounced language and even add slang to their words
Fe fi fo fam... Once upon a time, monkey chants, chest beats and growls for bananas was the only way communication was made
The kingship of beasts, the royalty of quadrupeds majorly made emphatic
However…
Not distinct enough speech made yet there existed clear discretion between boss and flock
Between hunter and target, between predator and prey
Between the eater and the Adam that tried to flee the Eden that was to be found in the eaters belly
Question is…what made who play which role??
While many would reserve the virginity of the concept beastly vernacular played a major role
I choose to join it in matrimony with the body language logic which all the more spoke louder  
Imagine the communication breakdown between zebra and lion in the cross fire of snarl and roar
Yet the obvious transpires, the Hitler of the moment dines to the tasty booty of striped black and white Jews
Teeth of the bolder in speech sink narrow deep into the other as joules provide an infinite surge of energy to the jaws
Pressure, the ideal and sufficient automation to snap bone and tear sinew,
For the king of the jungle, without the bold roar, there is no prospect of being treated to satisfaction
A napkin wouldn’t know to nurse his chest and keep his mane clean of blood from his kill
Words…
Out the mouths of the informed are splatters of paint onto canvases, meticulous articulations that result in creation
Beautiful masterpieces to be seen by the eyes of men’s ears, perceived by the minds of women’s hearts
Darts shot to bulls’ eyes by the hands of men’s mouths
Ask your personal doctor why after prescribing meds for you he still tells you to get well soon
Words…
The hottest power source with the most chill, at the utter of let there be…the inexistent conform to His will
And my God being the perfect exhibit, with words He pimps your ride.
The foundations of the earth remained a concept, a sigh away from existence
Six straight days of splitting day from night, land from water, and dark from light…light into us, His word being the sword.
It’s with them we slay goliaths and size down mountains, the architects that shape our formless worlds
Words…
Your destiny is a crying baby which with words is calmed and built in hope like hushaby
The typical Zambian would pronounce that as ashi-baby
Your silence is the loudest rhyme, the easiest way to rock your future to sleep, a sweet lullaby
Thus I preserve thought that words are more than just verbal utterances which vocal projections make more than just the minds reality
So…
Speak, up when you speak…
Speak, life when you speak...
Speak hope when you speak…
Every half mile that our legs walk speak...
Whatever your hands read in braille with  them speak
With your brain hand pick words that will frequent the vocabulary of your body language…
SPEAK!!!!

~Shichoonda Ex-d Zuze~

The Guy Behind 'Logos'

Birth  names, Shichoonda Zuze, is a Rapper and Poet. He is better known as Ex-D which is to him a memento in honor of his 'fallen brothers'. He is an artist who was led, a year after his salvation in 2014, to use his music and poetry to reach the youth in sharing his gifts as instructed in  1 peter 4:10. Being the beta-half of a two person clique called 'EXtinKt',  he is driven by the need to let the youth who are giving their lives to drugs, sex, theft and other malicious activity know they can live righteous lives having died to such ways himself. He uses music and poetry, being the soundtrack to his soul, to bring out the best of his heart on GOD who is his life. Most of his work can be traced back to his broken heart which he has had to fix over the years. Music and poetry of a loner, misfit, insecure and imperfect soul. His aim is to shine the light and perfect love of GOD which casts fear out of the hearts of many. The goal is to love like Christ did; without holding back, and this can only be done by first dying to self as this is the driving force of any home, family, dynasty, kinsfolk or group. The artist represents the "Dead to Sin and Alive in Christ" movement or as popularly known "DSAC Movement"

Zambian Time (ZMT)

There are times when I wish I could reverse time

Times when I wish I could travel in time

Use Einstein's formula boom!!! And then just sublime

But there's one flaw Einstein's experiment couldn't calculate and that is "Zambian Time"

The solace of the lazy; the fortress of the those who don't plan

The stance we take when we toss a soluble lie into the solvent of trust checking if it dissolved only with a single glance

Well, you may say Zambian time at times helps and is an advantage to the nation

But hey, we ought not to be stationed; using the bus of time to justify certain situations

We must discipline ourselves as time will diminish our tales from Santas to elves

Losing all manner of substance in this "feeling-justified" sensation

If 10am means 12, and if 5pm means 7, heaven and earth should be rotated and placed on another axis where time is variable and uncertain

See, if Christ had followed this notion, we'd be dead twice by now in a flaming fashion 

6BC ZMT would've meant 67AD it would all just have been crazy

That is the X in my equation; this anomalous ZMT

A shredder shredding my TMNT time travel dreams 

And till I solve this equation; I feel empty

Eureka! The saviour's formulae

B.A.E; Be An Example in all matters solid, liquid and gas, I will not yield

So whenever I am late?

I will take responsibility and not dive into the tempters current; prevent it from recurring

See, if the creator himself directs us to stay disciplined

Who am I to do the opposite?

I am no one certainly

Plus they say time waits for no one; time doesn't wait for me

My time travel is now rid of you

Goodbye ZMT

>>Realtok<<

D'sac 101: Make It Happen

'Life is a journey' so they say. Some say its a game and along you have to play. Day by day, we look for opportunities on how to make our lives happen, always looking out for the big events; forgetting that each and every day is an opportunity to make things happen. It's not the big events that pull the trigger. It's not that cocaine or bottle of Mosi Lager. Neither is it about hanging around those that smoke dagger but rather, it's about releasing that which is within you; boiling like hot lava waiting to erupt, unleashing the no one but YOU! 

You see, there is something that God has placed within you, a bomb waiting to explode, a feature far too precious than gold, unique just like the God we serve. So discover it and let it out. Be confident in yourself and abilities, don't doubt. Your feet may be on the ground but keep your thoughts up high like a child holding up a kite.

What will cause you to flourish has already been placed within you. Fix your eyes on Christ and allow Him to be your source of strength. He alone knows your life from beginning till the end. You are unique and so don't just follow any trend but rather be a trendsetter. Despite the situation or the weather, you can do always do better

Christ did a whole lot but he still said that the things we'll do will be greater. Yes times may be rough, people will talk but stand strong and don't mind the haters. Do your part and be a world changer moving from one level of glory to another, walking side by side with him who's all knowing. Even in the midst of what looks like failure to others, know that your success will be jaw dropping, it'll leave their eyes popping.

Let me reaffirm that this God is all knowing. Yes things may not make sense now but stick to him for he knows where you're going. Weeping may last for a night but joy comes in the morning. While others are snoring, He will raise you and fill you with he's glory. Success is a risky-cake, so go ahead and take a bite. Its not by power nor by might but by the spirit of the king over all kings. Lift Him and He'll take you along with Him. Live life every day and make Him happen for you to happen... Every day is an opportunity to make it happen!!!

>>Vic101<<

Time

Time! Does it have a general definition?

Or is it like a cycle that involves repetition?

Now that's related to history; an older brother of time

See, time is the father of past and future

They say time heals wounds and hurts

A patient must be patient enough and wait

Like does gravity ever tell you to wait (weight) for reality to tell you that you can't fly?

Time ceases to be good company when laziness takes over the mind

So we don't know how to even approach it 

Should it be

“Hello, please give me some extra time

Just one more time

I enjoyed reading that, watching that and playing that

Sometimes I feel like you don't give me enough TIME

Time, I'm speaking to you...please respond"

This mental conversation is putting my thoughts in a brain storm

Running laps with no sign of a finish line

Plus the bad weather!

I tried to catch up but time is faster than me

A quick one he is

Laziness cheers for me on the sideline

Saying to me softly

“It's fine, don't worry

You have much time on your hands

Focus on having fun”

And I think to myself and ask

“Does the Lord really want this for me?

Should laziness be my number one fan?”

If we treat life like a game, why don't we hit pause or better yet reset whenever we fall?

No human being possesses the ability to control.....

Time

>>Bwalya Milunga<<

Space to Let

So I took time to adjust my lenses as i peeped through the multidimensional microscope of life and on this view I saw a filthy sewage tank infested with hearts that are clogged with the burden of unexpressed emotions. Much of the world population live only a quarter of their emotional lives expressed while the rest is stuffed up in our unconscious where it is left to accumulate and rot consequently adding to the filth. We have engulfed our hearts in a semi-permeable sieve which weighs and determines which emotions should flow out through it and which ones shouldn't. As well as determine the extent to which the expressed emotions are actually expressed. We allow only the tiny smooth crystals of socially accepted emotions to get through while the not so friendly rough particles that really define us are trapped inside and pushed back into the unconscious. 

Pride and fear have taken a firm stand at the gates of our hearts blocking the free flow of emotions. Nothing beneath our pride must get through as it will injure our so called dignity if left untamed. So, it is hidden from the outside world and sometimes even from ourselves; our conscious awareness. We'd rather lose out on the things we need than degrade ourselves to get them. Our fears are masked by inappropriate defence mechanisms that shield us from the reality of who we really are; the little vulnerable boys and girls that live in the restricted depths of our hearts. Instead, we display ourselves as fearless giants that lack insecurities. Cowardice does not lie in having fears but rather in disguised bravery and the inability to confront one's own fears. True bravery is manifested in confronting and defeating one's fears and not in running away from them. Unfortunately, we stretch only as wide as it is safe. Displaying only the 'cool' emotions; the ones that don't get our faces all wrinkled up or rather nerve wrecked.

Mediocrity has become the norm accommodating the stench of rotten unexpressed emotions that have grown weary from the vain struggle for an outlet. The traditional patterns injected in our minds govern the ways of our hearts. Therefore, we have a generation that's too uptight for it's own good; too casual for God's liking. Nothing must be done to the extreme. It has been deemed not safe to love too hard. Men are not permitted to cry. An emotional man is perceived a weak man so he is forced to hold it in and harden up a little just so he can be respected. Our advice is filled with mediocre talk like 'don't get too zealous' 'oh you easily get excited' 'take it slow' 'don't easily trust' 'don't stretch too wide lest you break so easily' 'harden up a little' 'don't be so vulnerable'.... It is regarded as unsafe to lay one's eggs in one basket least tragedy hits and they all break so we lay them in various places hoping we might eventually stumble upon fertile ground and gain a fortune.

Risk is too deadly a word to mention. So we have leaned too hard on the notion that 'Life is not a game of chance' and have used it to keep ourselves from spending our emotions on lottery tickets. Whoever said that putting your all in something that doesn't work out is a waste. Total bull crap!!! The lot in life is saved for those that give their all to chance and do not regret a single loss but use it instead to build their journey to the top. Unfortunately, we are too reserved to ever give anything that much. Too scared of loss to invest. Too afraid of reaction to act. So we choose to miscarry our emotions instead of birthing them into action cause we fear the cost of the reaction. We'd rather the babies just die unborn; their carcasses all stuffed up in our little hearts.

Sad part is we have never stopped to ask how much of that junk are hearts can take. It's like we keep taking it all in without consideration for where it actually goes. Pardon me for the nasty in this but our hearts have become synonymous to public toilets that receive all sorts of waste from whoever cares to take a leak or dump but are never flashed. We are like the careless managers of these toilets who have simply not cared enough to get them cleaned so we go around carrying the decomposing wastes of so many users and it stinks! We stink!!! It's a polluted generation in need of space to let! All the space in the world is not enough to contain the heavy hearts of billions of people.

Just as toilets need to be flashed after use, our hearts were never meant to keep waste. They are meant to serve as a transitional point for the inlet and outlet of emotions. Your heart was not created to be a storage tank of pain, bitterness, anger, remorse, guilt, denial, the list goes on... These emotions are meant to come and go, not stay and make your heart stink. People will come in your heart and leave droppings of hurt. It's up to you to flash it out and save space for new comers or to harbor the waste and let it dent your heart. The wrong does not lie in you being hurt, it lies in you housing the pain. It's okay to feel pain. Accept it and allow the tears to flash it out. Stop trying to be super human. If crying was a sex role, God would have placed the gift of tears only in women. Yes, tears are a gift from God to be of help to both men and women, adults and children; otherwise they'd dry up as we grow older. Crying does not make you a child. Yes, children cry over the least of nitty-gritties and my call to cry is not one to do over hunger, a toy or mummies breastmilk. The things that provoke tears from our eyes grow more complex as we become more mature. We transition from crying over primary/basic physical needs to more complex/secondary emotional needs. The overall point is to save the world some space to let by letting it all out!

Our hearts were never meant to be denied the opportunity to receive emotions either. No one builds a toilet to be an idle decoration. Denying people an opportunity to be in your life is like denying a pressed passerby the opportunity to release because you are too lazy to flash your toilet. Stop playing safe! You do not master a game by holding back your cards. Nothing is better left undone. Take a chance on love and give it your all even if you don't get it in return. Find something to believe in and look foolish for it. Take risks and make sacrifices. Put your life on the line. Invest your time in something worthwhile. Stop walking on the side walks and get get driving in the main lanes. The way to self actualization is to stretch beyond your limits. Be ready to break and when you do, pick the pieces and try again.

What we don't understand is that decomposing emotions don't just vanish in thin air as though they never existed. Instead, just as solids decompose into gas, when emotions fail to make their way out through the sieves we have placed on our hearts, they decompose their natural solid form and compose themselves into an artificial gaseous form that can easily get through the sieves and manifest themselves in disguise. When anger is not released the right way, it regenerates itself into a fake smile just so it can make it's way through the sieve and manifest itself in deeds of vengeance. When love is not released the right way, it regenerates itself into denial so it gets through the sieve and manifests itself as hate. When pain is not released, it manifests itself as bitterness. When dreams are not pursued, ambition regenerates into self pity and manifests as low self esteem. Therefore, we have a world filled with artificial people; so fake they can't even recognize themselves anymore. 

Stop the pollution and let the emotional cycle flow. It's the pattern of life. Nothing is perfect. Good emotions are just as vital as bad ones for the journey to perfection. People will release droplets of love, receive it and flash it in. Others will drop pain, receive it and flash it out. Some dreams and goals will require sacrifices, make them. There's no harm in pursuing your goals with emotion. Work is more effective that way. Emotions are the fuel required for motion to take it's course. Love what you do with all your heart. Chase it till you get it. Even if you don't, at least you gave it your all. Just don't refrain from the cycle or keep anything in. Offload it all and die an empty man. The grave only has room for your body. Heaven only has room for your spirit. Leave the rest down here. Unblock your heart and let it flow. For every emotion you hold in, you add to the world emotional blockage and pollution. The need for space to let is a call for everyone's participation.

D'sac101: Damn Declaration

Blessed be my going in

Blessed be my going out

A prayer and declaration made by many christians. I mean who wouldn't want a life filled with blessings? We all want to be blessed by God right? Yes, we are righteous but do we make an effort to live right? Its like wanting to get a drivers' license without learning how to drive. Not everyone wants to keep up with the commands and leading of God's word or Spirit but everyone wants to be part of the blessings galore. I've seen people that live off the hook of Christianity but want to be within the grid of God's blessings.

Blessings are sweet, blessings are awesome and blessings are great. Everyone ought to be blessed by God but do we provoke God's blessing or we just talk about them? Sometimes there are some steps you need to take to receive your blessing. Let's take Jacob for example, he wrestled with the Lord till morning just for a blessing. He held on till he was blessed and only let go when he was blessed.

So, well and good you've said you want to be blessed but what have you done about it? There is a route to that blessing you desire. Certain steps need to be taken for that blessing to be acquired. A certain level of growth in your spiritual life which will enable certain blessings to flow in your life is required. A certain level of maturity as a christian must be attained.

Yes, its very true, blessings are to be desired but blessings can also be attracted via confession. When you confess that you are blessed, you attract blessings to your life. Many people want blessings but don't want to be a blessing. You are blessed to be a blessing to someone out there; maybe a friend, relative or even a stranger. Even as you wait for your blessing today, take the first step and be a blessing to someone. Many are the ways of blessing others; bless someone with a poem, a hug, a smile, a simple present, a helping hand, a visit, a song, your presence, a word of appreciation.... Or whatever way you can. Just......

Be a blessing to someone.

>>Vic101<<