D'sac101 Segment: 99 Jobs

99 JOBS.....and you are still complaining. When Chef 187 (A Zambian Musician) released this track, I was bopping my head to it like everyone else. Then it suddenly struck my mind that a simple phrase like that carried something beyond the muscle scintillating sensations that reverberate into dance. The lyrical genius of this artist or be it his mental faculty is well carved in comparison to many of his peers. What am I driving at? Am addressing the many youth that spend their time complaining and whining about lack of employment or that always want to blurt out the infamous “Boma Iyanganepo” (Govt. or Guardian must provide) phrase.

Each one of us has 99 jobs in us. We are born that way. It is a great insult to God and a crime to mankind for you to leave this earth fully loaded with all your talents and gifts unexploited. Heaven or hell depending on where you end up,will have no use for your talents. Why should one spend an average of 17 years or for arguments sake, 12 years in school attaining knowledge and at the end of it, all that knowledge lies idle? We get educated not to get employed but to be the employer! There has to be a deliberate policy within oneself to change perspective and think big. Education should serve to help you manage your God given abilities better. Success lies in exploiting your talent. In your talent is where your passion lies. And what you are passionate about, you will by all means achieve! So what are those 99 jobs (talents and gifts) you are sitting on? The most successful people in life are they that dared to bring the 99 jobs out!! Bill Gates, Zuckerberg, Thomas Edison etc. all had a passion for their gift. The list is endless because your name is not yet added to it. I leave you with one question, are you a “solutionist” or a “confusionist”? You have 99 JOBS and complaining is not one of them!!!

>>Kay Musonda<<

Crucifixion Story

The nail is used for many things

You see, a harmer is taken by it and drives it, that's a rule

Its an important tool but here is the irony

It was also used 2000 years ago

To hang upon a cross the King 

Who endured great agony.....JESUS CHRIST

A name familiar to every ear

Yet a character unknown to most dependants of oxygyn air

That's simply the familiar unfamiliarity

You see, Jesus took the pain and suffering for all mankind

He freely offered himself as the undeserving substitute

Tortured in our place,he bore our cross and wore our crown

He is one of a kind

Yet his royalty was never recognised

His life was never for one second correctly analyzed

Yet it was God's act of love for all mankind

Its the kind of grace beyond description

The type that moved me to recognition

Of the existence of God; the creator of all creation

A God that sent his "not one of many sons" but "only son" to trade life for death

And Grace pierced me in exchange

What a beautiful exchange; giving me a free gift called salvation

But you see this gift is often taken for granted by so many people...sad to say

Yet it came at a great cost that is explained through the cross and 3 nails

Elements of the crucifixion story

 See, you cannot keep a good man down

Through the years many have said

He went down a man and rose a king to deliver the spiritually dead; Giving us salvation

So when you see a simple nail with a sharpened end

Remember the crucifixtion story

And give God due glory

>>WORDSMITH<<

Homeless

17yrs; a life of battle I lived, without hope or peace of mind

My struggles have been nothing but gushes of pain like a thorn in my eyes

Pain leaking within; I was bleeding from inside
Mum saw the last of me at birth

The man who fathered me like the wind he is; unseen

 I've pestered earth; cried my eyes for food

Battle with the cold, sickness and my infirmity have glued to me

These streets that groom me have been a pattern of survival

Around the corner of Soweto; this place welcomed my arrival

I see rich people though throwing good food like dirt

Dustbins craw for my attention as I scamper daily their remains; I need their remains

To me it's a delight, there is no worth in feeling shame

I don't know the cavity of full chicken but I can prophesy to a chunk of meat

And you tell me; To whom do I complain? To whose command can I comply?

None! I don't know the day earth birthed me

Birthdays are feather less birds but still fly

I hold no knowledge of the day I was born; hold no record

I found me in this disarray, when I could reason with the sky ray

I..I realized the one woman who was my savior then; from birth had counted days

In her last day, she scooted closer to me and whispered

"Make today your 10th birthday and know not the life I've brought you up to experience"

With that, a Berger she died

Fellow beggars took her corpse; in a ditch she lay

A lifeless form that worshiped nothing but poverty.

Woman! You who presented yourself to me as mother, why desert me now?

Why empty my soul of every happiness I practiced to shine before your eyes?

Who now will comb my hair and tell me am beautiful?

Who will leave morning and come noon with little to chew?

Once more life chooses to avenge for the little joy I mastered

Am now 17yrs; perhaps death is friendlier

So sweet a scent; you're my escape to escalation

You exude a tentative approach that offers me a life of freedom

These pills that fill my hands so tender in my stomach

Yeah...so tender.. they'll find comfort

With this cup of water I ease them down...down....

A motion so simple, yes!

I feel my life leaving me at last; am growing cold

These pricks of pain; I deserve

My eyes closing slowly but surely; darkness mimics light

Heart beat racing; temperature skyrocketing

Yes...death is pulsating it's existence; am about to die..

If life has a word to say, Let it have its chance.. I said

If love has a word for me, Let it take this time

Let it speak to I

The Ground is cold; to breathe is curse

If there is a God, let him show my worth

Everybody is to themselves; building an empire or two

What's the purpose of living when to live is a selfish survive of the weak

My eyes close; my body nolonger with me

My spirit scores the little worth in it

Slowly I behold beauty within

Surely...Surely...even in the coldest day

God has always been with me..

Answered every adhered prayer; you protected and sustained me

In a soft still whisper; A breathe to me...I awake

I still love you my child

>> Racquel and Jeh <<

Introspective: Identity

"Mirror mirror on the wall...

Do you still see christ in me at all???

Does my life reflect the part???

That Jesus plays in my heart???

See, we say we are Christian 

Yet we don't reflect the Son 

We think we are christian because... 

Dad is a church elder, mom is that cheerful ol' Sunday teacher 

And because of the many bibles on the book shelf 

Hence,we are christian 

That's a fact 

Well, what a cleaver act 

Creative art of the heart 

Yet a blinded conviction; inceptions with deceptions 

This perspective skews your sense of identity 

See, you put Gods word on your lips 

Yet it's absent in your deeds 

It takes a shortcut to many people's ears 

But skips the path that leads to your heart 

Well, here is the paradox: every shortcut you take will cut you short 

Radically shifting your sense of identity 

Because you're "Christian" but not CHRIST-LIKE 

Here is a poets point of view.... 

"If zambians have roots in Zambia, so do Christians have roots in Christ"  

See, you were made in God's image 

To serve a purpose that expresses the vision of God; your artist 

That's the core of your identity 

See, you are the heartbeat of Ephesians 2:10 

A great piece of art created in Christ for good works which God created ahead of time 

So that we would walk in them 

Dare to take a voyage of self-discovery, trekking across all the Bible pages 

You'll realize you've been living in worldly prison cages 

And in the vision of my imagination Alas! 

Without the comfort of familiarity 

Faking peace when your words and deeds are in disunity 

You bound yourself in shackles of curiosity 

Who are you??? 

Are you the person God created you to be??? 

Or just a person this earthly world is begging you to be???

This is an introspective.... 

The search for our true identity... 

>>WORDSMITH<<

Sweet Pine Masquerade

Its the second glance that captivates the windows to your soul

As you gaze at its appetizing physique

Hooking you to its magnetic field

Like the persistant pocket-pull of an antique in a boutique

Like an acid, it gradually corrodes all your defenses 

Leaving your mind in a hazy state

As you begin to meditate on its mouth-watering taste

Causing your buds to salivate

Eventually, it has your motor neurons transmitting greenlight impulses to your effector

And like a slave, you willingly follow as darkness pulls the chains to your slaughter

One bite entices you to the next in a surge of temporal plastic pleasure

Its measure lasting no longer than a minor epileptic seizure

Compromise then sneaks in on its tiptoes

Perforating your faith with windows of doubt

As it adopts an up and down motion like seesaws 

It is then that sin unbalances the equation

Weighing you down to the point of addiction

As your roots run deeper in the soil of lust

Consequently depriving you of your redemption

Sweet pine masquerade

Beware of the second glance

For every fall lies in it...

>> Jedidiah<<

Ancestral Serum

Black slaves; the story of my forefathers retold

Sounds boring these days because our heritage has been restored

But the difference between now and then is only a couple seconds

Seconds in billions of billions of clusters

When the white masters came ashore a wave of Caucasian men with a goal to capture the kings of the Sahara Serengeti

Not the lions but men and I hope that you get me

Ran down every son of Africa that reeked courage and hard work

The scars on the necks that were found to serve as a reminder of the iron chains that poisoned the blood streams of my ancestors with rust that captured the heart and ate away the element of freedom

They called us Niggers seemingly from the racial identity word

But this in ancient Egypt was a word used to refer to mummies that turned black due to the decay process

A name cast on us black children of the most high

The villages we lived in burned to the ground with foreign fire only familiar to the thought of destruction

Skin cut open as they poured their hearts out to the heavens when lashed in the mid of day

Lined up in chains to march for days without there lips ever recalling the taste of water

Water; the source of life and when they found, it was only to set there eyes on the multitudes of vessels that sat above the seas awaiting a long journey to the "land of the free...the new world"

So I pour this to you because my roots run deep and they are not tap rooting for the water bed

But for the mixture of BLOOD...SWEAT...TEARS of the grandfathers

And those three elements of struggle and hard work make a concoction I now call...

THE ANCESTRAL SERUM

>>A.T.L<<

My Guitar

Let's chorus our love before the stars

Cascade our tale before their eyes

And raise our voice to attentive ears

I caress your body with my hands

Feeling each part of you

Owning you and making you mine

I imprint my dedication

Carefully making you my obsession

To you my profession of love I confess

Your purity in brown

Your strands, like gold, emasculate and tender as snow

My guitar; my love; my all

God braced us this infinite grace

That as we solo as one, lets paint our tale white

 Illuminating sound and heart beats

My infinite companion; my circle of union

Your splendor sparks affection

You're the center and apex of my generation

This gift of mine I possess through you

I express how sound changes bitter to sweet; hot to cold

Nostalgic to joy; melancholy to smiles

 Our lullaby is a legacy; it will amass attention

To who that sees, now I know

Love starts with G and ends with R

 My guitar; my all, to you I write

 Never ending quotes, phrases and notes 
You're mine and am yours

>>Racquel<<

Passions

Like anyone my age, I was fourteen once

Sitting in a cage as tele rocked my world like the flinstones

Peers viewed the world from all sorts of angles while mine was just a stationed glass box that I tightly held the remote to like criminals pistols 

Like a prisoner, the scenes behind that screen had me cuffed

And the curses that flew out of that speaker were all I ever coughed

A fourteen year old boy who pushed his life down the drain

Insane, he ignored the calls of the God that would put him in the right lane

Or...was he too stupid to turn down the volume on those mind polluting speakers

Music videos about girls, cars, drugs and fancy sneakers

Were all he had a vision for

Not even the smallest room for God in his peripheral

So, with the remote in hand I lay in that couch all day

Authority trade; the reason that box on the unit equally chose when to pause or play

Stop; switch or even skip some scenes to my life

Probably why there isn't much to my social life

They told me there was 'so much more' than these cartoons

I guess that is why I went for adult section too

But it is for sins like these and all that Jesus lay in the tomb

Three days enough to wipe it all off the face of the globe

Look, he came to be our hope

Yet we put him on the bench

Like the red traffic light, to our suffering he put a stop

But that's a fire we don't want to quench

In all his creation he gave us first place, gold

While we without the slightest fear bold...ly

Gave him silver, bronze or just thought he didn't deserve a medal

And that in itself is the reason for our downfall.

Had me bungee jumping into a ditch full of guilt

Leaving me void of every option except to wallow in my filth

Never been to juvenile detention but I was surely locked away

And locked away in my brain was a little voice that said

'Focus not on the ditch and the darkness feeling it

But on the man that can pull you out; holds the cord so cling to it'

>>KABLE<<

I Know How to Pray

So rather than ask God for a stronger back, Most of us choose to cry for a lighter load

And even when we know the only thing we can do is crawl, we stand on fences

Thinking we can fly like chickens trying to be eagles

Now please don't get me wrong, I believe for a fact that we are called for great things

But you see just as the sun will never interrupt the moon as she shines so bright at the dawn of the midnight,

 You can not learn to fly before learning how to crawl

Take the disciples for example, they walked with the lamb

They even witnessed the resurrection of another man

Jesus made the blind see; by His blood he set us free

And it was only recently when it was made clear to me that the disciples were eagles disguised as chickens

They understood growth and the stages it involved

Rather than ask God to teach them how to fly, they knew all they could do was crawl

So next they had to walk and they said "Lord, teach us to pray"

Then he gave them their wings and over evil, they flew

The creation of a link stronger than any blood relation

A beautiful fellowship with a prayerful wingspan and that's amazing

I admire such behavior because it's the stuff of dreams

To be able to count my fingers before I count my blessings

And even in a bad season facing deluge after deluge

I can sit down with my savior and not just talk about the weather

It's this Joshua mentality to ask God to keep the sun in a single mentality till I win this war

That's the power of prayer and I put that in my tribe

To seek the white purity of Mark 11:24 and if I blue, I rise up in John, 316 reasons as to why I'm  valuable

More beautiful than the scene of the green olive leaves in Luke 22:39

Father may you please take this cup... No, wait

Thy will be done because I'm proud of my afflictions

Young, gifted and black, Matthew 7:7's probably why I never lack

To chase after His heart and not just His hand because I know three nails were more than enough

So that's it right there; the power of prayer

The one true thing that's got me feeling all good inside

And if anybody asks just stand gracefully and say don't mess with me

I know how to pray

Amen!

>>Malachi<<

Memory Lane

They say ignorance is bliss leaving my face with an ironic expression like Iscariot's kiss

Never been at peace since me and my mama were seperated at the naval

It's like they locked away my heart and gave the keys to the devil

Left my feet bleeding like I hit my knees on a pebble

So level after level, I have gone through the motions were my shoes hit the gravel

No regard of my spiritual deficiency, my heart rushed out of E.R

And left my soul in an emergency death bed

Bound for ditching Christ's very legacy but staid in church with no truth like a Pharisee

I will clock 21 on the twenty-third but still struggle to find sense in all I have heard for the last 20

Being bred in a world ruled by satan but made by my father

Am certain He is not happy and He is going to rip this world apart like the temple curtain

When His first born is back to take back his assets and save the faithful masses who laid down their crosses for the process of everyday Easter waiting to raise the missed ones

Back to me and my troubled heart, voices in my head tearing me apart

Pain strikes; my heart beat stops like an arrow or a dart

Blood shot eyes staring at the bible wondering if my weary soul deserves Christ's arrival

A work in progress like a Sunday choir rehearsal

Just to check ifI am alive; if blood runs through my vitals

But one thing is obvious; if I trust in His love found in 1st Corinthians

I might no longer be oblivious to His eyes

Him and I can cook something up like ferb and Phineas

Holy genius Christ is a one man army; no vices

Took the demons out of heaven and cast them on down to the hedes

Am glad He's my Dad's first born and His coming back for his siblings

Holy pilgrim

>>A.T.L<<

Liposuction

I need to shed weight sins in my belly cause the bible is my lipo

Drain all the shame and the pain leaving me a happy soul with no restrain

Christ my friend; not the devil on his strings like a puppeteer

Making people think they can find a cure for a heartache at the bottom of a cold bottle of beer yet they only draw close to death making the grave draw near

So am here to give you a card to the doctor

Get your problems sucked out; no charge

All you need is faith this large

Christ is your lawyer and the Lord is your judge

Guilt burns because the heart yearns lust

Deadly addiction will leave your cold body burried in the dust

Now tell me how long your fun will last if the drink and the plants you smoke are your last

YOLO; no tomorrow because the devil don't gat a second chance so that only applies to him

This world is passing and it'll crash; no switch

Fast train and it runs on steam

So when the lights go deam then you know that the devil is defeated

Now would you rather be with him

So liposucton let your fat greet burn to ashes in the fiery action

Let loose your seductions and be free from abduction

And Christ will call you brother in a fraction of time

So to these words that I rhyme

I just want you to listen no charge; no dime

>>A.T.L<<

Point of View

He is the beginning and the end

The first and last three elements; the world He holds in balance

Let there be light; at the rumbling of my avatars voice, fire is bent

Without moving a muscle except for those of his bottom jaw articulating

With a big bang he brings to life the source of life; water, value it

Civil engineer of life with the perfect blue print in mind

He allowed civilization in Eden to breakdown deliberate

See, if creation hadn’t been captivated, just how then would he deliver it?

They say the first act of a show is the show stopper

Also they say… save the best for last

Well next time you hear, they utter those opinions

Tell them that’s why my God is the beginning and the end that’s a fact; TOP THAT

To my poisoned mind he is a detox

That super hero who didn’t need a drop of chemical-x

Or a whole lot of everything nice to downright his power

Not needing a huff or a puff to blow air into a girl’s nostrils

The glory of this lone wolf, scientist’s compliment 

With every attempt to explain the rushing of neurons inhibiting thrills

His goodness; need I get into? Take a peep out your boxed life

For a moment make your view point infinite by a circle

Take note of the way He gives life to you by the carbon cycle

Potential death to you, He makes life to plants for the primary interest of keeping you alive

All to see you flourish especially in spirit, hyped and full of verve

That’s why he takes anything and uses it as a source of energy, plainly put source of life

Take as an example the Son (sun), who or which came down and rocked bottom

Geography and theology agree this was the genesis of life, how come?

How could something so hot not scorch the existent at their formation?

This was so because creation is the very reason He chose to… stoop… so… low

To give grace as a wife; for the having and daily experiencing of, to a bride that once rode solo

To restore the intimacy He once shared with our first couple ancestors

He derailed, totally tracked off but never lost his way

With compliments of the earth being his foot stool

Not limited by time but came and lived twelve months thirty times over

Preparing for the grand re-connection to His companions, me and you

Final adjustments made three years later; officiated in three days and after

The class after…math taught that by this, restoration was clinched

Nails driven into His palms, the more our tombs were unbolted

So Ruminate…those of ya’ll that considered mammy’s mythical

I mean look at me… better yet look at you…

That's God in my point of view (of you)

>>Ex-D<<

Greater Than a Lion

Pride is what defines a lion.

A lion scatters and scampers everything that comes its way

It keeps its head high and enjoys a legitimate form of dominion over its prey

It intoxicates fear in every species that dwells under the shadow of its vicinity

Because of its devastating and unrelenting wrath, a lions strength is never underestimated

In a sense, the power and ability bestowed in you is massively immense to envision on a higher level field greater than a lion to which only the sky can attest

Exploit and propagate your capabilities to the greatest of heights, relinquish all negativity and adversary

Pursue success and let the ball of your destiny roll in your own hands like a lion over its prey

Be a lion to conquer and accomplish your dreams

YOU ARE FAR MUCH MORE THAN A LION!

Christ all the way!

>>Nawa Jay Silishebo<<

Centerpiece

Have you ever stopped to give the sun thought?

A burning ball of unimaginable degrees

Even Indians couldn't stand the taste of it

Cause compared to their spices, this is a better type of hot

It is the world's greatest pendulum; 24hours per swing

But tell me what's good enough to set in motion if not the master's decrees?

See that right there is why I didn't ace my geography

But here's a fact for you to chew on

The sun is the centerpiece

You don't believe me try asking the planets of the universe

The answer to that will have you envying like

'How does it feel to have the world revolve around you?'

Well, here's why you wouldn't know

The centerpiece has not a thing for self centered-ness

I need not explain myself because you daily see His glow

Even the blind feel His rays glide against their skin surfaces

Now don't choke as you feed on another full spoon fact

Just swallow and consider the fact that all the praises are the Son's

More so cause there is no other address to which you can deliver

So go ahead and give those credits cause they're always due

He's quite jealous so think twice before you direct those to the moon

There can only be one centerpiece

Dare to sidestep that, you might as well dance to the rhythms of the blazing furnaces

And to those that doubt His existence, the very sight of this moon is proof there's a ball that glows with greatness

>>Kable<<

The Outpours of an All Time Legend

Its the existence of the elements that guide my hands to write this piece

The air in my brain renders my mind weightless to reach any pinnacle set high

Dry earth anchors me to the ground and holds me steady as I spit this flame 🔥

Created by the fire that burns my soul and taunts my mind to brainstorm; making tsunamis look like child play

What defines a man? Is it power or control or the data stalled behind his skull?

Knowledge, I believe they say, is the key to the future but I have lost all hope

As all my locks have been replaced by ticking time bombs on clocks that are set to half an hour past my lifespan

So I start to wonder what little things led to my eminent travels from the living plain into the grass plains of infinite vain and non-existence

From the drop of wine from my brow that the waiter cleaned up as I walked out the door to the small change I leave to the cassava seller because it is negligible to the amount I have

If curiosity really killed the cat then curiosity is worth more than nine lives 

So if I am a member of the feline specie then I have nine ways to be curious Lord forbid I try the tenth one lest I die

And when the weather strikes showers and you stand in a lonely shelter across the road to a house is when you miss home and start to think crazy things like

'The earth is a magnet so selfish it pulls us back in a disguise called gravity'

This poem has no rhymes at all but before you criticize and edit the text I have impregnated this piece with

Try to fathom the reason behind all these jumbled flip floppy words and a smile will sketch your lips like the crimson canvas were Da Vinci did his Monalisa

Our minds are so complicated we don't even realize that inside our own heads, we are insane

We only make sense when we speak...word play

I end the first part off 1000.1000 and that makes this piece the detonation of a crack in a castle of glass that we have to descend

>>A.T.L<<

D'sac101 Segment: The Vertebrate Man

Women, ladies... Complicated species. Men often overlook the fact that women are to some extent vulnerable beings who need a man that's in charge. The often given answers by ladies such as "I don't know, what do you think?" don't necessarily mean they literally don't know. They usually have an answer already but what they mean to communicate is step up, make the decision and be the man. Ladies don't want a man that has no agenda; one that will dilly dally during every decision making process.

Most men nowadays miss it by trying to be a "gentleman" hence losing their "backbone". As much as you need to be a gentleman, that lady wants a man in charge; son of a gun; a man with a plan; the real deal kind of guy. Not some boneless man who will flex for whatever she's good with and forget his morals and principles just to fit into her life! They want a man that will sometimes stand out and say, "No honey, am not good with that. I don't like it". These are words that are scarce in the mouths of many young men these days. We often lose that good looking pretty fine shaped woman to some "rude boy" kind of man. And often wonder how he stole her heart???

Being a gentleman doesn't mean you always have to let the lady take first step in the decision making process or being a "yes ma'am" kind of man. Being a gentleman may partly mean being mature enough to see things beyond, knowing when its your shot and when its the lady's. Being a gentleman will sometimes make you look like a slave, its normal. I mean you'll have to open that door for her, pull out that seat for her, open and pour out her drink, get her some chocolate, a rose or something frequently...

Its not wrong to ask for her opinion and agree on certain things but always have an opinion! Don't be a dictator either... That'll scare the little bird away. Most men fail to balance up these two features, its either they'll be to strong on the ladies or be a puppet while the lady pulls the strings.

>>Vic 101<<